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 a field of uncut oats. The owner rushed out in great indignation, demanding the name of the leader that he might report him.

"My name is Jackson," replied the general. "What Jackson?" asked the irate farmer. "General Jackson." "You don't mean to tell me that you are the famous Stonewall Jackson?" the farmer stammered. "That's what they call me." The farmer took off his hat with great reverence and said: "General Jackson, ride over my whole field. Do what you like with it, sir."—The Sunday Magazine.

(2707)

Requital—See ;.

RESCUE

Dr. Cyrus Hamlin, the pioneer missionary to Turkey, was one day crossing the Galata Bridge in Constantinople when his attention was attracted to a crowd. He prest into it to see its object of interest and found a cursing American sailor dying of cholera. The missionary asked him a few questions and was answered by oaths. He had the man removed to a house, and after a few months' nursing by the Christians of the mission he was able to ship for America. On the morning he left, he called on Dr. Hamlin and said, "I have been a very wicked man, and have done all the evil I could in the world, and now I am going to do all the good I can."

Three years later, the mission received this letter from him:

"Dear Mr. Hamlin: Thank God, I will survive the dead! I am here workin' and blowin' the gospel trumpet on the Eri Kanal.

Yours Brown."

Twenty-five years later Dr. Hamlin met a gentleman in Paris who had just returned from Honolulu. Said he, "I met a man named Brown who has done a great deal of good among the sailors in the Pacific. He can go everywhere and anywhere with the Bible. He told me that once he was dying, a blasphemous dog, in the streets of Constantinople, and you picked him up and saved him soul and body."

(2708)

The worth of man is independent of conditions of life or color of skin. An exemplification of that fact is recorded in the history of a rescue in Hongkong harbor:

While the cyclone was at its highest and it was still a question whether the largest steamers in the port would survive the storm, the officers of the Schuylkill noticed a vague pencil of light through the sheets of rain, lighting up a confusion of loose and drifting shipping. For the first two or three flashes they thought they were menaced with the new peril of lightning, but no detonation followed the flash. A lull in the rain showed that the search-light of the second-class British cruiser Azelia was following one of her boats while it made a desperate struggle to reach the crew of a foundering Chinese junk. The pencil of light, now bright, now dim, followed the boat as it was pulled by a crew of stout British tars and managed with almost incredible cleverness by its officer. They saw it alongside the junk, saw the Chinese tumble into it half dead with fright and fatigue, and disappear beyond the rays of the searchlight. Next morning they learned that the Chinese were landed safely farther down the harbor, but that the boat was crusht like an eggshell against the sea-wall, tho the sailors were saved to a man.

(2709)

Many straying souls who have lost the way may be but fallen angels, whom love and kindness might restore.

George MacDonald tells of a young woman who had been led astray. A minister found her one night on his doorstep, and brought her into his house. His little daughter, who was up-stairs with her mother, asked, "Mama, who is it papa has in the library?" Her mother replied, "It is an angel, dear, who has lost her way, and papa is telling her the way back."

(2710)

This incident has been related of the eminent divine, Edward Irving:

When a boy in Scotland with his little sister he went down on the sands of Solway Firth to meet his uncle, who was coming to visit their home. When the tide comes in there, it flows in with a rush. It sweeps on like a flood. All the people there know this danger of the onrushing sea and guard against it, but these little children forgot the time and tide. They were playing in a little pool of water. Suddenly a horseman dashed down from the mountain side. Without a word he came up on a run, secured the two children to the saddle and started for the hills. Faster and faster followed the rising