WHAT WORKING MEN MAY BECOME.

by some unseen power. Gradually they form a It is not given to all to be masters of song, series of dense, moving columns, following closelike Burns; of art, like Palissy or Gibson; of ly in the footsteps of the shepherds, and drawn engineering skill, like Stephenson; of critical after them with their voices. I also observed acumen, like Gifford; or of abstract science, that, while each shepherd wound his way like Ferguson or the elder Herschell; yet these, through the united flocks, some of the animals at first, were all poor or working men, who fled at his approach, frightened at his voice, gained their education by their own efforts others hastened toward him, for they knew his who did battle with pinching poverty, lack of voice. In a short time they were led off, and the educational means, prejudice of class, and all fountain was completely deserted, not a sheep or those lions which stand in the way of men of goat venturing to lag behind. Then the calls weaker mould, who "let I dare not wait upon of the shepherds were heard echoing from rock I would." All cannot be field-marshals in the to cliff, now loud and clear, now dying away in army of life; but somewhat lower, yet very the distance, while flocks were seen, obedient to honorable grades have been obtained by men the calls, following in long, distinct streams the once in the ranks, who, while never for a mo- guides who alone they knew and trusted. Aз ment despising the labor by which they gained I sat there, gazing with mingled wonder and honest bread, were not disposed to consider that pleasure on that strange and instructive scene, working, eating and sleeping are all that is another beautiful Scripture illustration was realworth living for. Their daily labor honestly ized before my eyes. One shepherd led his and intelligently performed, they felt themselves flock, by a zig-zag path, up the almost perpento be free citizens of the empire of thought, in dicular bank of the glen. Behind it two young which true men take rank according to what lambs trotted along at the feet of their mother. they essentially are, quite independently of the At first they frisked about, and jumped lightly conditions of their life. When the sun shines from stone to stone; but soon they began to it shines for all, lord or laborer; and the pre- fall behind. The poor little things cried pitecious instincts which make men believe in good ously when the path became steeper and the and beautiful things, treasure up and nourish rocks higher, and the flocks more and more the suggestions of universal nature, and culti-distant The mother cried too, ruaning back vate the talents entrusted to their care, are bestowed as impartially as the sunshine. Look into any biographical dictionary, and you will see how little the circumstances of early life have been able to impede the careers of really great men. Real mental energy soon masters them, and makes them even subservient to its will.-Working Man.

SCENE IN PALESTINE.

I was travelling over Anti-Lebanon. It was a bright summer day, and near noon. Weary and way-worn, I rode down from a bare mountain ridge into the wild and beautiful valley of Hebron, and dismounted beside a little fountain, under the "shadow of a great rock." A group of some fifteen or twenty shepherds were there, too, resting during the heat of the day, and their flocks, amounting to several thousand sheep and goats, filled nearly the whole bottom of the valley. At first I was greatly annoyed by the too near approach of both men and animals; but, when the time came to lead the flocks away to pasture again, I watched their motions with intense interest.

The shepherds rose, went into the middle of the dense mass of animals, and then separating, walked away slowly in different directions. As they went, each kept uttering a peculiar cry or call. The sheep heard, they too began to separate one from the other. I observed that the whole mass was agitated, as if the sheep and goats had been driven hither and thither

and forth-now lingering behind, now hastening on before, as if to wile them upwards.

It was vain. The ascent was too much for their feeble limbs. They stopped, trembling on the shelving cliff, and cried; the mother stopped, and cried by their side. I thought they would certainly be lost; and I saw the great eagles that soared in circles round the cliffs far overhead, sweeping lower and lower, as if about to pounce upon their prey. But no! The plaintive cries of distress had already reached the ear of the good shephead. Mounting a rock, he looked down and saw the helpless little ones. A minute more, and he was standing by them; then taking them up in his arms, he put one on each side, in his bosom, in the ample felds of his coat, which was bound round the waist with a girdle. The lambs made no attempt to run away from him. They seemed to know what he was going to do, when he lifted them in his arms, and the little creatures lay there with their heads out, as contentedly as an infant in its mother's bosom, while the shepherd scaled the dizzy heights again, and took his place at the head of the flock. It may be easily imagined with what deep interest I have ever since read the beautiful words of Isaiah-"He shall feed his flock like a shepherd; He shall gather the lambs with His arm, and carry them in his bosom.-Family Treasure.

The ancients had a proverb: "Lingua quo vadis, "-tongue, where are you running to?

WAS IT CHANCE.

idea of her danger, to cut short, against all my inclinations, an interesting conversation, and hurry on to the house, which I reached just in the nick of time-one or two minutes later, the flames had caught her clothes, and I had found her in a blaze of fire. Be it mine to live and die in the belief of a present and presiding, as well as a personal God; in the faith which ininspired my aged friend to thank him for her wonderful deliverance, and the boy to explain his calm courage on the roaring deep, in these simple but grand words: “ My father is at the helm."-Dr. Guthrie.

I was in the habit of visiting a decent widow, as paralysis made it impossible for her to attend church. She was tended by a very dutiful daughter, who, working at a flax mill in the neighborhood, toiled hard, and contented herself with plain dress and simple fare that she might help to maintain her mother. Before leaving the cottage for her work, she was the habit of heaping up the refuse of the mill in the grate and kindling it. She placed her helpless mother in a chair right before the fire, and as this fuel burned slowly away, the old woman was kept comfortable till her return.

It happened one day that I left my manse, and skirting the walls of the old churchyard, and passing the corn-mill, with its busy sound and flashing wheel, I took my way down the winding dell to the cottage of the old woman, which stood in its garden, embowered among trees. But, having met a parishioner with whom I had some subject of interest to talk about, I called a halt, and sitting on a bank of thyme, we entered into conversation. Ere the subject was half exhausted, the widow rose to my recollection. I felt, somehow, that I must cut it short and hasten away on my visit. But the idea was dismissed, and the conversation went on. However, it occurred again and again, till, with a feeling that I was neglecting a call of duty, as by an uncontrollable impulse I rose to my feet, and made haste to the cottage. Opening the door, a sight met my eye that for a moment nailed me to the spot.

AN ORIENTAL NIGHT.

It is impossible for those who have never visited the glowing East to form an adequate idea of the exceeding beauty of an Oriental night. The sky-which bends enamored over clusters of graceful palm trees fringing some slow-moving stream, or groves of dark motionless cypresses rising up like Gothic spires from the midst of white, flat-roofed villages-is of the deepest, darkest purple, unstained by the faintest film of vapor, undimmed by a single fleecy cloud. It is the very image of purity and peace, idealizing the dull earth with its beauty, elevating sense into the sphere of soul, and suggesting thoughts and yearnings too tender and ethereal to be invested in human language. Through its transparent depths the eye wanders dreamily upward until it loses itself on the threshold of other worlds. Over the dark mountain ranges the lonely moon walks in brightness, clothing the landscape with the pale glories of a mimic day; while the zodiacal light, far more distinct and vivid than it is ever seen in this country, diffuses a mild pyramidal radiance above the horizon, like the after glow of sunset. Constellations tremulous with excess of brightness, sparkle in the

The erection of mill-refuse which had been built from the hearth some feet up the open, wide chimney, having its foundations eaten away, had fallen, and precipitating itself forward, surrounded the helpless paralytic within a circle of fire. The accident took place some minutes before I entered. She had cried out; but no ear was there to hear, nor hand to help. Catch-heavens, associated with classical myths and ing the loose refuse about her, on and on, nearer and nearer, the flames crept. It was a terrible sight for the two Wigtown women-martyrs, staked far out on the sands of Solway Frith-to mark the sea-foam crawl nearer and nearer them; it was more terrible still for this lone woman, in her lone cottage, without any great cause to die for, to sit there and see the fire creeping closer, drawing nearer and nearer to her feet. By the time I had entered, it had almost reached her, where she sat motionless, speechless, pale as death, looking down on the fire as it was about to seize her clothes and burn her to a cinder. Ere it caught, I had time, and no more, to make one bound from the door to the hearthstone, and seizing her, chair and all, in my arms, to pluck her from the jaws of a cruel fiery death.

legends which are a mental inheritance to every educated man from his earliest years. There the ship Arago sails over the trackless upper ocean in search of the golden fleece of Colchis; there Perseus, returning from the conquest of the Gorgons, holds in his hand the terrible head of Medusa; there the virgin Andromeda, chained naked to the rock, awaits in agony the approach of the devouring monster; there the luxuriant yellow hair of Berenice hangs suspended as a votive offering to Venus; while the dim, misty track formed by the milk that dropped from Juno's breast, and which, as it fell upon the earth, changed the lilies from purple to a snowy whiteness, extends across the heavens, like the ghost of a rainbow. Conspicuous among them all, far up towards the zenith, old Orion, with his blazing belt, meets By what law of nature, when I lingered on the admiring eye, suggestive of gentle memothe road, was I moved, without the remotestries and kind thoughts of home; while imme

diately beyond it is seen the familiar cluster of by Elihu Coleman (also a minister of the Sothe Pleiades, or Seven stars, glittering and quiv-ciety), written in 1729-30, and published in ering with radiance in the amethystine ether, 1733, entitled, "A Testimony Against that like a breast-plate of jewels-the Urim and Anti-Christian Practice of Making Slaves of Thummim of the Eternal.-Hugh Macmillan's Bible Teaching in Nature.

From the Anti-Slavery Standard.

Men." This is a most remarkable and thorough production, showing the author's advanced position inasmuch as several Yearly Meetings of Friends had no disciplinary restrictions till the latter part of the century.

FIRST ANTI-SLAVERY MOVEMENTS IN AMERICA. The Pioneer (English) adventurers to NanI never open the original "Testimony" of tucket in 1659 were Tristram Coffin and Peter Elihu Coleman, in connection with the Minute Folger-the former being the father of Mary of 1716, without admiration and pride; and in Starbuck, so distinguished in the annals of answering a call in 1851 for some extracts from Nantucket, and the latter the grandfather of the Anti-Slavery files of the family, in view of Dr. Franklin. Thomas Macy removed thither the apathy which was then general in the a little later in the same year, and established the churches, and also as a just tribute to the defirst English residence there. Edward Star- voted dead, I appended the following reflection: buck went to the island in the same boat with "Let it be spoken for the Friends of NanThomas Macy's family, and after a very brief tucket,' for the descendants of Tristram Coffin, sojourn, determined upon a removal thither and others, that their enlightened vision penewith his family. These wanderers sought a trated the dark hiding places of slavery, and place of refuge from persecution, and the spirit placed a verdict of reprobation upon a system, which pervaded the infant colony, and which which, in our day, after a lapse of 135 years, they transmitted, is significantly portrayed by is so far justified and baptized by professing Whittier in his beautiful poem, where, in appli-Christendom, that tens of thousands of its cation to the present islanders, he says:

"Free as the winds that winnow

Her shrubless hills of sand-
Free as the waves that batter
Along her yielding land.

"Than hers, at duty's summons,
No loftier spirit stirs ;
Nor falls o'er human suffering

A readier tear than hers."

The above named Mary Starbuck, the wife of Nathaniel Starbuck, was a remarkably gifted woman, filling a most important place in the infant colony, and was especially esteemed as a minister in the Society of Friends.

Probably the second record which was ever made by any religious organization upon slavery, was by that body, in the following words, viz:

26TH DAY OF YE 9TH Mo., 1716. An epistle from the last Quarterly Meeting was read in this, and ye matter referred to this meeting, viz: whether it is agreeable to truth for Friends to purchase slaves and keep them term of liffe was considered, and ye sense and judgment of this meeting is that it is not agreeable to truth for Friends

to purchase slaves and hold them term of liffe.

Nathaniel Starbuck, jun'r, is to draw out this meeting's judgment concerning Friends not buying slaves, and keeping them term of liffe, and send it to the next Quarterly Meeting, and to sign it in ye meeting's behalf.

(German Friends, of Philadelphia Yearly Meeting, issued the first testimony in 1688.)

Tradition tells us that, in one of the Starbuck families, was the refusal of the wife to receive two young slaves, as such, whom her husband had bought in Newport, R. I.; and I think John Woolman, at a later period, says, "There was no slave on Nantucket."

cherished and bleeding victims are held as property, and, in some cases, as church property, to be bought and sold in the shambles, even as the brutes and beasts that perish."

To return to Mary Starbuck. She died in 1717, but her mantle has rested on many of her descendants. Some of them are still engaged in perfecting the work, which she lived to see inaugurated 150 years ago. Conspicuous. among the co-workers in descent from her, and who have been in the harness at different periods, I will now enumerate, Nathaniel Starbuck, Jr., Elihu Coleman, Sarah Barney, Sr., Elizabeth Rotch, Sr., Abisha Bunker, Elizabeth Rodman, Benjamin Mitchell, William Rotch, Jr., Geo. Mitchell, Aaron C. Macy, Lucretia Mott, Martha C. Wright and Aaron M. Powell. (I have other names in reserve for a subsequent article). And in view of testimonies and of action, so potential in awakening an enlightened public sentiment, I feel that I may claim for such a ministry, a share of the tribute of James Russell Lowell, to our beloved Garrison, when, in his early struggles with a mobbish proslavery spirit, the poet said:

"O small beginnings, ye are great and strong,

Based on a faithful heart and weariless brain;
Ye build the future fair, ye conquer wrong,
Ye earn the crown, and wear it not in vain!"
Were there ever words more prophetic?
Cordially your friend,
N. BARNEY.

YONKERS, N. Y., 6th Month 25th, 1867.

He that indulges himself in ridiculing the little imperfections and weaknesses of his Following in the order of time was a treatise | friends, will in time find mankind united against

him. The man who sees another ridiculed before him, though he may for the present concur in the general laugh, yet, in a cool hour, will con sider the same trick might be played against himself.

FRIENDS' INTELLIGENCER.

PHILADELPHIA, EIGHTH MONTH 3, 1867.

DIED, on the 3d of Seventh month, 1867, at his aged 46 years; a member of Nottingham Monthly

residence in Rising Sun, Md., DR. SLATER B. STUBBS,

and Particular Meeting.

on the 27th of Fourth month, 1867, of apoplexy, at her residence near Richmond, Ind., ELIZABETH E., wife of Aaron Shute, and daughter of John

and Elizabeth Erwin, in the 61st year of her age; a member of White Water Monthly Meeting. The deceased was a native of Delaware.

—, on the 5th of Fifth month, 1867, after a long and very painful illness, which she bore with Christian patience and resignation, SUSAN E., wife of Daniel Kindley, and daughter of Joseph and Susanna Weeks, in her 59th year; a member of Westfield Monthly Meeting of Friends, Preble Co., Ohio. Of a modest, retiring disposition, her many Christian virtues and her firm reliance on Almighty Power could be fully appreciated only by those who knew her best; and to her sorrowing family she has left a most instructive example to follow her as she endeavored to follow Christ.

at her residence near Poughkeepsie, N.Y., on First-day evening, 31st of Third month, 1867, MARTHA H., wife of Nathaniel Powell, aged nearly 82 years. The subject of this notice was a worthy and exemplary member of the Society of Friends, and for many years held the station of Elder in Oswego Monthly Meeting. Her daily life was an example of meekness and simplicity, and she was deeply concerned

that her family should be found walking in the right way. She was for many years an invalid, but bore without a murmur her many sufferings; and though the call at last was sudden, she left abundant evidence that she was fully prepared to enter through the pearl gates into that mansion prepared for the pure in heart. Truly she was of that number.

-, in Wrightstown Township, Bucks Co., Pa., on the Fifth of Seventh month, 1867, RUTH LACEY, wife of Isaac Lacey, aged 69 years; a member of Wrightstown Monthly Meeting.

in Buckingham Township, Pa., on the 23d of Seventh n.o., 1867, JANE ATKINSON, aged 80 years; a member of Wrightstown Mouthly Meeting.

on the 27th of Seventh mo., 1867, RACHEL H., wife of Isaac Griffith, and daughter of the late Richard Heaton, of Burlington Co., N. J.; a member of Spruce St. Monthly Meeting, Philadelphia.

on the 26th of Seventh month, 1867, ANN J., relict of John R. Hallowell, in the 80th year of her age; a member of Abington Monthly Meeting, Pa.

"As we were interested with your conversation last first day, and ware in hope of seeing you again before you left Virginia, there was a anxious to see you and the lady, but they did great menny of the colerd friends ware very not get to meating in time. They all join me in thanks to you and the lady for your kindness to us. All of the school children that was not there to meat you was very sorry. We are very much pleased with the Teacher, and the children all seam to love her. We will strive to make her comfortable," &c. &c.

SARAH ANN STEER, at Waterford, Va., in alluding to the closing of her school for vacation, says: "I will be glad to rest awhile, and sorry on account of some of my scholars. They all regret very much having school closed, and quite a number cried when I announced the fact. I have opened a First-day school, and that will, in some measure, make up the loss. Ann E. Gross, my assistant teacher, of whose illness I spoke of in my last, is dead! We miss her very much in the school room, and I closed school the day of her funeral, to give all an opportunity of attending it. We were much pleased with the visit of your committee, and hope others will come."

CATHARINE E. HALL writes, from Andrews' Chapel, "It is very pleasant bere, and I am almost afraid to come home, lest something should happen to prevent your sending me back again. The "people" seem to Link they can. THE JOURNEY OF LIFE.-Ten thousand hu- not pay me too much attention and they have man beings set forth together on their journey. very amusing ideas about "taking good care of After ten years one-third, at least, have disap-me," and "sending me back again as good as 1 peared. At the middle point of the common measure of life but half are still upon the road. Faster and faster, as the ranks grow thiner, they that remain till now become weary, and lie down and rise no more. At threescore and ten a band of some four hundred yet struggle on.

came." They seem to think you have lent them their teacher, as you lend them their books, and will require them to be as careful of the one as the other. It amuses me much, for I had thought that I came expressly to take care of them, instead of their taking care of me.

A few days ago we had a grand "reunion." | come back again, and imploring God's blessing All the pupils who came to school to me last upon me. I shook hands with more than eighty. winter, and all their parents, assembled on the The last I saw of my little flock, they were river bank about four miles from here. We marching towards home; the final salute being had a splendid time all day, ending on their the waving of handkerchiefs. It was a cheerparts with tears and laments that I was going ing yet a sad sight!” away from them. Some I was very sorry to part with, for I shall never see them again, as a number are about to leave the place."