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the great stillness of the heights, and earth's mysteries and sorrows are interpreted by the higher providence of God.—

(1382)

HEIGHTS, PRESSING TOWARD

The peaks of some mountains are always enveloped in morning mists. They shut down on the climber like a sky of lead beyond which neither rift in the clouds or ray of sunlight is visible. The expansive view is excluded and self is left, humanly speaking, alone in the gloom. But if he presses forward, keeping onward and upward, the light of the eastern sun will soon flood him with light.

In the world we are often confused by the mountain mists. Then is the time to press forward, in the faith that we shall see the rays of the rising Son of righteousness dispel the clouds and light breaking forth. (Text.)

(1383)

Heights, Striving for the—See.

Hell, Threatened—See.

HELP FOR THE HELPLESS

During the South African war a manager of a mine on the lonely veldt did his best to discover and help the wounded British soldiers in the neighborhood of his home. When night came on the manager had to give up his weary search. But he determined to let the soldiers know of the refuge which his house was ready to afford. So he sat down to his little piano and played incessantly, "God Save the Queen." Through the night, while his fingers were numbed with the cold, he played the British national anthem, risking death at the hands of the enemies if they had heard him. And one by one the wounded soldiers struggled toward the friendly roof and lay down in the safe refuge of his home. It was a beautiful version of the Savior's call to tired and tempted men and women: "Come unto me, and rest." (Text.)

(1384)

HELP ONE ANOTHER

"Help one another," the snowflakes said, As they settled down in their fleecy bed, "One of us here would never be felt, One of us here would quickly melt; But I'll help you, and you help me, And then what a splendid drift there'll be."

"Help one another," the maple spray Said to its fellow leaves one day; "The sun would wither me here alone, Long enough ere the day is gone; But I'll help you, and you help me, And then what a splendid shade there'll be."

"Help one another," the dew-drop cried, Seeing another drop close to its side; "The warm south wind would dry me away, And I should be gone ere noon to-day; But I'll help you, and you help me, And we'll make a brook and run to the sea."

"Help one another," a grain of sand Said to another grain close at hand; "The wind may carry me over the sea, And then, oh, what will become of me? But, come, my brother, give me your hand, We'll build a mountain and then we'll stand."

And so the snowflakes grew to drifts; The grains of sand to a mountain; The leaves became a summer shade; The dew-drops fed a fountain.

—Source Unidentified.

(1385)

HELP, TIMELY APPEAL FOR

In the days of the United States Christian Commission, at a time when help was needed, a dinner was being served at Saratoga. Mr. George H. Stuart, of Philadelphia, a leader in the work, rose at table and announced, "I have news from Charleston!" Instantly all was silent. Then he added, "I have a dispatch from the commanding officer at Hilton Head, saying, 'For God's sake, send us ice for our wounded soldiers! Will the boarders at Saratoga respond?'" "We will! We will! We will!" rang out in chorus. Soon a purse of $3,200 was raised and forwarded to the seat of war.

Help can always be secured if we know the time and place and way of asking.

(1386)

HELP, UNEXPECTED

Two men walking across a little park in Washington (says Ida N. Tarbell) saw Mr. Lincoln just ahead of them meet a crippled soldier who was in a towering rage, cursing the Government from the President down. Mr. Lincoln asked what was the matter. "Matter," snapt the soldier; "I'm just out of a rebel prison. I've been discharged and