advocate of liberty and carries with him a banner of light; so wherever he is, at home or in the land of his birth, he is spreading an influence that is helping to drive monarchs from their thrones. We have learned to respect the customs of other people as being as sacred to them as ours are to us. Other countries have their

excellencies, even the dark-skinned hordes of the earth have some gifts that are admirable, and qualities that are praiseworthy, what we see that is strange being the result largely of their tuition, custom, and environment. (THE END.)

Little Stories of the Children.

Part 2. By the Editor.

"Beware," said Lavater, "of him who hates the laugh of a child," "I love God and little children," was the simple yet sublime sentiment of Richter.-Mrs. Sigourney.

NOT YET, BUT SOON.-Ethel, aged three, had been to visit her cousins, two fun-loving and romping boys. She had climbed upon her father's knee, and was telling him of her visit.

"Papa, every night when John and George say their prayers they ask God to make them good boys," said she.

"That is nice," said papa.

Then, thinking soberly for a few minutes, she said, "He ain't done it yet."-Selected.

PHYSIOLOGICAL.-"Effie," said Margie, who was laboriously spelling words from a first reader, "how can I tell which is a d and which is a b?"

"Why," replied Effie, wisely, "the d has its tummy on its back." -Tit-Bits.

A DANGEROUS PLACE.-Little Four-year-old puckered her brow into a perplexed look while papa was trying to teach her Cowper's well-known lines: "Satan trembles when he sees the weakest Saint upon his knees."

"Yes, but say, papa, whatever did that silly Saint want to go and get on Satan's knees for? I wouldn't have done it if it had been me, would you?"-Exchange.

THE WICKED FLEA.-Prof. Carl C. Peterson, of Dubuque, related at a recent dinner some examination stories.

"Once, in a Bible lesson," he said, "I repeated the text 'Arise and take the young child and his mother and flee into Egypt.'

"And then I showed the children a large picture that illustrated the text in bright colors.

"The children studied this picture eagerly. Then they all frowned; all looked rather disappointed. Finally a little girl said: ""Teacher, where is the flea?"-Washington Evening Star.

CONTENTED.-Small Charlotte, not yet four years old, was gifted with so vivid an imagination that her mother began to be troubled by her fairy tales and felt it time to talk seriously to her upon the beauty of truthfulness. Not sure of the impression she had made, she closed with the warning that God could not love a child who spoke untruthfully, and would not want her in heaven. Charlotte considered a moment and then said:

"Well, I've been to Chicago once and to the theater twice, and I don't s'pose I can expect to go everywhere."-Harper's Magazine.

THE EXCEPTION.-In a home where the mother is somewhat aggressive and the father good-natured and peace-loving, a child's estimate of home conditions was tersely expressed the other day. While dressing the mother paused in the act of putting on her shoes and said, "I certainly am easy on shoes. I have worn these for four months. I don't know what you would do, John, if I were not. I am easy on everything." The little girl looked up from her dolls and remarked: "Except father."-Success.

ROB'S STORY.

"Suppose you tell another story, that was such an interesting one," said Nat, as the laughter subsided.

Before Mrs. Jo could refuse these insatiable Oliver Twists, Rob walked into the room trailing his little bedcover after him, and wearing an expression of great sweetness as he said, steering straight to his mother as a sure haven of refuge.

"I heard a great noise, and I thought sumfin' dreffle might have happened, so I came to see."

"Did you think I would forget you, naughty boy?" asked his mother, trying to look stern.

"No; but I thought you'd feel better to see me right here," responded the insinuating little party.

"I had much rather see you in bed, so march straight up again, Robin."

"Everybody that comes in here has to tell a story, and you can't, so you'd better cut and run," said Emil.

"Yes, I can! I tell Teddy lots of ones, all about bears and moons, and little flies that say things when they buzz," protested Rob, bound to stay at any price.

"Tell one now, then, right away," said Dan, preparing to shoulder and bear him off.

"Well, I will; let me fink a minute," and Rob climbed into his mother's lap, where he was cuddled, with the remark:

"It is a family failing, this getting out of bed at wrong times. Demi used to do it; and as for me, I was hopping in and out all night long. Meg used to think the house was on fire, and send me down to see, and I used to stay and enjoy myself, as you mean to, my bad son."

"I've finked now," observed Rob, quite at his ease, and eager to win the entree into this delightful circle.

Everyone looked and listened with faces full of suppressed merriment as Rob, perched on his mother's knee and wrapped in the gay coverlet, told the following brief but tragic tale with an earnestness that made it very funny:

"Once a lady had a million children, and one nice little boy. She went upstairs and said, 'You mustn't go in the yard.' But he wented, and fell into the pump, and was drowned dead."

"Is that all?" asked Franz, as Rob paused out of breath with this startling beginning.

"No; there is another piece of it," and Rob knit his downy eyebrows in the effort to evolve another inspiration.

"What did the lady do when he fell into the pump?" asked his mother, to help him on.

"Oh, she pumped him up, and wrapped him in a newspaper, and put him on a shelf to dry for seed."

A general explosion of laughter greeted this surprising conclusion, and Mrs. Jo patted the curly head, as she said, solemnly, "My son, you inherit your mother's gift of story-telling. Go where glory waits thee."

"Now I can stay, can't I? Wasn't it a good story?" cried Rob, in high feather at his superb success.

"You can stay till you have eaten these twelve popcorns," said his mother, expecting to see them vanish at one mouthful.

But Rob was a shrewd little man, and got the better of her by eating them one by one very slowly, and enjoying every minute with all his might.-Louisa M. Alcott in Little Men.

"The Everlasting Gospel"

A Marvelous Work.

By Daniel Macgregor, Part XI.

INTERNAL EVIDENCE.

In addition to these literary and moral excellencies the Book of Mormon presents an inspirational quality, equalled only by the Bible. In it may be found prophecies of momentous importance remarkable in their nature and of interest to all. Nor are they rainbow predictions, always ahead and never caught up with. Many of them have been startlingly fulfilled while others are now coming to pass. Take for instance the prophecy on the suffering of the saints, where on page 496, speaking of the time when the book shall be revealed, it says, "And it shall come in a day when the blood of the saints shall cry unto the Lord because of secret combinations and the works of darkness." At the time of the publication the skies of religious sufferance were clear. Not a ripple on the smiling sea of boasted American freedom. Liberty's bell had long since tolled toleration to all. And yet within three years the floodgates of fury were broken, permitting an onrush of tempestuous persecution unparalleled in modern times.

It is only necessary to mention their expulsion from Jackson County, Missouri, when twelve hundred men, women, and children were driven at the hands of Missouri mobs to seek refuge elsewhere. Plundered of their property they settled in Clay County, only to be again expelled, this time into the wild and uncultivated counties of Caldwell, Carroll, and Daviess. Purchasing their property they here hoped to effect a permanent settlement, but no! their political principles were too well known; the Saints were antislave holders and Missouri at this time was a slave holding State. Meanwhile their troubles continued. It was in vain they implored the rulers of the land for protection, their repeated petitions being answered only with repeated insults. Eventually a climax was reached, ending in the issuance of that famous order of extermination by the governor of the State. A fitting tableau to such murderous proceedings!

Cast forth upon the bleak, snowy prairies, houseless and unprotected, they were hunted like wild beasts. Men, women, and children were whipped with hickory withes, their bodies being lacerated