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HABIT, PHYSIOLOGICAL CONSEQUENCES OF

The following bit of information is from _La Nature_:

Men of a singular race have been discovered in New Guinea, and
the governor, it seems, has promised to send some specimens to
London. Living as they do in the marshes, these men have no
need to walk. On the other hand, the marshes are covered with a
growth that prevents navigation in canoes. The men have built
huts in trees, and as organs of prehension alone are useful to
them, their lower limbs have almost atrophied. These natives
have only feeble and withered legs and feet, while the chest and
arms are of normal development. They can scarcely stand upright,
and they walk like large apes. They thus give the impression
of cripples who have been deprived of the use of their lower
extremities.

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HABIT, THE POWER OF

Samuel Adjai Crowther, an African slave-boy who became a bishop, delighted to tell to his children the story of how he put on his first shoes. In “The Black Bishop” Jesse Page gives the story in the bishop’s own words. Four of the pupils in the missionary’s school had been promoted to the position of monitors. This was at Fourah Bay College, under Rev. Charles Haensel:

To give effect to our position, we were allowed to wear shoes.
Strong, stout shoes, with very thick soles, were procured and
given to us; they were called “Blucher shoes.”

On a Saturday afternoon we were called, received a pair each,
and were told to wear them every Sunday to church at St.
George’s Cathedral, a distance of about three miles.

Never having had shoes on before, we began practising in our
dormitory that evening. None of us could move a step after
lacing up on our feet the unwieldy articles, and consequently we
were objects of laughter to our pupils.

An idea struck me which I at once put into execution. Crawling
to a corner of the room, I first knelt down, then holding on
to the wall for support, I stood up, and still being supported
by the wall, I stept round the room many times, the others
following my example, till we were able to leave the wall, stand
alone, or move about without support.

You can well imagine what a burden this was to us, and after
losing sight of the college, we sat on the grass, took off
the shoes, walked barefoot, and put them on only at the porch
of the church. We did the same on returning to college. After
some months’ practise we were able to move better in them, but
complained how they hurt our feet, and would rather be without
them. But after some months we invested in the purchase of
boots ourselves, and were always careful to buy those that made
noise and creaked as we walked, to our great delight and the
admiration of our pupils.--_The Youth’s Companion._

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Helen M. Winslow declares that it was her intention from
childhood to become a writer, and that she early obtained a
position on the staff of a city newspaper. During a period
covering several years she had charge of twenty-eight columns
a week, on three papers, all of which she filled without help
from subordinates. She worked eight hours a day in a dark,
dingy office, and six more in her “den” at home every night,
going to theaters from twice to five times a week, and working
all day Sunday to bring up the ends. She edited news-columns,
fashion, health, dramatic, hotel, book-review, railroad,
bicycle, fancy-work, kitchen, woman’s club, society, palmistry
and correspondence departments, and withal kept up an editorial
column for eight years. Then she started a journal of her own.
She worked like a slave for seven years more, wrote articles,
editorials, read manuscripts and books, kept up an enormous
correspondence, solicited most of her advertisements, and went
to the printing-office every issue to attend personally to the
details of “make-up” and proof-reading.

“But you have had your day,” a younger woman said to her, “why
grumble now?” “Because it was not the day I wanted, and I only
meant to make it the stepping-stone to something better. I did
not want to be a newspaper woman and nothing more; and now that
I have leisure for something more, I find my mental faculties,
instead of being sharpened for further use, dulled. I have done
desultory work so long I can not take up anything more thorough.
I have been a ‘hack’ too many years. I can not be a race-horse
now.” (Text.)

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=Hair-splitting=--See WORD-JUGGLING.

=Hand, Use of Right=--See TRADITION.

=Handicap of Ill Health=--See BODY, MASTERING THE.

HANDICAPS, OVERCOMING

Charles A. Spencer was a lens-maker, and devoted years to the
perfection of achromatic lenses. He had devised a process so
delicate that he could adjust the curve of the lens so as to
increase the defining and resolving power of the lens beyond all
other opticians. But a fire destroyed his shop and nearly all of
his tools, which had taken years of toil and study to construct,
together with a large amount of finished and unfinished work. He
was badly crippled, and had to begin all over again, and only
with the utmost toil and perseverance was he able, little by
little, to replace the necessary tools and recover his former
position.--JAMES T. WHITE, “Character Lessons.”

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HANDIWORK OF NATURE

The down upon the peach or plum is so delicate and so thickly
set that one can not touch the fruit with a needle’s point
without breaking the tender stalk; and yet the dew of the night
covers the whole surface of the fruit and disappears in the
morning, leaving the gossamer growth more orderly and beautiful
than before. The dew covers every leaf of the giant oak, and the
mighty tree drinks in the refreshing moisture to its thirsty
heart through millions of pores, and the iron trunk which has
withstood a thousand storms is made stronger by the gentle
strength of the dew. The silent fall of the dew is caused and
controlled by agencies of the most tremendous power; the same
power that shakes a whole continent with its subterranean
thunder is the same as that which encircles the finest filament
of thistle-down with a coronet of dewy gems so small that they
do not bend the delicate stalks with their weight.--London
_Globe_.

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HANDS, HELPING

A German legend tells of a poor lad, the only son of his widowed
mother, who went out every morning to earn bread for both, when
he found a pair of giant hands helping him in every task.

What are the forces of nature when enlisted on one’s side but just such giant hands?

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HAPPINESS

The stream is not marred, it is made only more beautiful, when
broken by rocks, and sweeping through eddies, than when silently
gliding through the sodded canal. And so the happiness which
is found in a course passed amid the conditions that invest
us in this life, may be only brighter, more full and more
animated, for its very interruptions. The pleasure shall be more
radiant than ever, when contrasting the darkness of an overpast
sorrow.--RICHARD S. STORRS.

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Dr. Raffles once said: “I have made it a rule never to be with
any one ten minutes without trying to make him happier.” It was
a remark of Dr. Dwight that one who makes a little child happier
for half an hour is a fellow worker with God.

A little boy said to his mother: “I couldn’t make sister happy
nohow I could fix it. But I made myself happy trying to make
her happy.” “I make Jim happy,” said another boy, speaking of
his invalid brother. “He laughs and that makes me happy, and I
laugh.” “To love and to be loved,” said Sydney Smith, “is the
greatest happiness of existence.”

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HAPPINESS AS A GOD

Entomologists tell us that millions of insects, generations
whose numbers must be counted by myriads, are born and die
within the compass of one summer’s day. Perfected with the
morning, they flutter through their sunny life; and the evening,
when it turns its shadow upon the earth, becomes to their
animated and tuneful being a universal grave. It is impossible
to understand for what end this is done, unless we accept the
happiness which these share, as a good in itself; a good so
great, in the judgment of the Creator, and of those who look
with Him on the creation, as to justify the expenditure of such
wisdom and force on their delicate, harmonious, but ephemeral
structure; and to make this structure illustrative of His
glory.--RICHARD S. STORRS.

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HAPPINESS COMMUNICATED

In Los Angeles, when the rose festival comes, the child,
going through the streets, breathes perfume, and for days the
sweetness clings to the garments. And all good men exhale
happiness as they pass through life.--N. D. HILLIS.

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HAPPINESS, DEARTH OF

Lord Byron, who drank of every cup that earth could give him,
and who had all the ministries of earth around him, with an
intellectual and physical nature that could dive down into
deepest depths and could soar to the highest heights, whose
wings when spread could touch either pole, just before he died,
sitting in a gay company, was meditative and moody. They looked
at him and said, “Byron, what are you thinking so seriously
about?” “Oh,” he said, “I was sitting here counting up the
number of happy days I have had in this world. I can count but
eleven, and I was wondering if I would ever make up the dozen
in this world of tears and pangs and sorrows.” (Text.)--“Famous
Stories of Sam P. Jones.”

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HAPPINESS FROM WITHIN

We think that if a certain event were to come to pass, if some
rare good fortune should befall us, our stock of happiness would
be permanently increased, but the chances are that it would not;
after a time we should settle back to the old every-day level.
We should get used to the new conditions, the new prosperity,
and find life wearing essentially the same tints as before. Our
pond is fed from hidden springs; happiness is from within, and
outward circumstances have but little power over it.--JOHN
HABBERTON, _The Chautauquan_.

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HAPPINESS, IMPARTING

A poor man went into a wealthy merchant’s counting-house one
day and saw piles of bank-notes which the clerks were busy in
counting. The poor man thought of his desolate home, and the
needs of his family, and, almost without thinking, he said to
himself, “Ah! how happy a very little of that money would make
me!” The merchant overheard him. “What is that you say, my
friend?” The poor man was confused, and begged to be excused,
as he did not intend to say anything. But the kind-hearted
merchant wouldn’t excuse him, and so the man had to repeat what
he had said. “Well,” said the merchant, “how much would it take
to make you happy?” “Oh, I don’t know, sir,” said he, “but the
weather is very cold, and I have no fuel; my wife and children
are thinly clad, sir, for I have been sick. But we don’t want
much. I think, sir, about fifteen dollars would get us all we
need.” “John,” said the merchant to his clerk, “count this man
out fifteen dollars.” The poor man’s heart was made glad, and
when he got home, his family were made happy. At the close of
the day, the clerk asked his employer how he should enter on
his books the money given. He answered: “Say, ‘For making a man
happy, fifteen dollars.’” Perhaps that was the happiest fifteen
dollars the merchant himself had ever spent. (Text.)

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HAPPINESS, RULES FOR

Mrs. Alice Freeman Palmer was once talking to a girls’ club,
composed of the unkempt and unprivileged daughters of Eve, and
gave them three rules for happiness in the promise that they
would keep the rules every day for a week. The rules were, for
each day:

First--Commit to memory a worthy sentence.

Second--Do something for others.

Third--See something beautiful.

She met a while after one little girl who declared that she
had fulfilled her promise every day; but that one day, when
mother was sick, she could not go to the park to see something
beautiful, and thought she had lost it, but while doing
something for others, in the way of caring for the baby, she
looked out of the attic window of her squalid home, and saw
a common sparrow, and as she looked at the little fellow,
the dark feathers around his throat appearing to her like a
smart necktie, she found her vision of the beautiful in what
many would consider the most ordinary of all God’s feathered
songsters. Oh, but she arrived! arrived in spite of the
commonplace which seemed to fetter her, and sunshine came of a
dreary day into a dreary room, because of the purpose of her
soul.--NEHEMIAH BOYNTON.

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HARDNESS OF HEART

The souls of men are not like the “constant” quantities of the mathematician. Divine love softens the hardest human hearts.

A mass of ironstone, dark and adamantine, flies through space
and suddenly impinges on our atmosphere. There is a flash in
the air and men gaze on the apparition of the blazing meteor.
They have seen an aerolite. The soft, invisible, impalpable
atmosphere receives the hard, ferruginous aerolite and at once
melts it. (Text.)

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HARDSHIP, MISSIONARY

Egerton Young gives below an experience as missionary to the Indians of British Columbia. He shows the spirit of Him who shared the sorrows of man to save the world:

I have seen Indians eighty years of age who never saw a loaf of
bread, or a cake, or a pie. When my wife and I went out there we
lived as they did; we lived on fish twenty-one times a week for
months together, and for weeks together we did not average two
good meals a day. For years we did not begin to live as well as
the thieves and murderers in the penitentiaries of Great Britain
and America. But it was a blest work, and we were happy in it.
(Text.)

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=Hardship Overcome=--See COLLEGE OR EXPERIENCE.

HARDSHIP VICARIOUSLY BORNE

More than eighty years ago a fierce war raged in India between
the English and Tipu Sahib. On one occasion several English
officers were taken prisoners. Among them was one named Baird.
One day the native officer brought in fetters to be put upon
each of the prisoners, the wounded not excepted. Baird had been
severely wounded and was suffering from pain and weakness.

A gray-haired officer said to the native official, “You do not
think of putting chains upon that wounded man?”

“There are just as many pairs of fetters as there are
prisoners,” was the answer, “and every pair must be worn.”

“Then,” said the noble officer, “put two pairs on me. I will
wear his as well as my own.” This was done. Strange to say.
Baird lived to regain his freedom, and lived to take that city;
but his noble, unselfish friend died in prison.

Up to his death, he wore two pairs of fetters. But what if he
had worn the fetters of all the prisoners? What if, instead
of being a captive himself, he had quitted a glorious palace,
to live in their loathsome dungeon, to wear their chains, to
bear their stripes, to suffer and die for them, that they
might go free, and free forever? (Text.)--SOPHIE BRONSON
TITTERINGTON.

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=Harmony=--See RAPPORT.

HARMONY IS GOD’S WORK

In “Famous Stories of Sam P. Jones” may be found this bit of wisdom:

A well-trained musician sits down to a piano and sweeps his
fingers over the keys. A cloud gathers on his face as he
recognizes a discord in the instrument. What is the matter?
Three of the keys are out of harmony. These three keys that
are out of harmony are out of harmony with everything in the
universe that is in harmony. I say to that musician, “Close up
that piano and let it alone until it puts itself in harmony.”
He replies, “It is impossible for the piano to put itself in
harmony.” “Who can put it in harmony?” I ask. He replies, “The
man who made the instrument. The instrument is put into the
hands of the man who made it, and in a few hours every key on
the piano is in harmony, and the piano being in harmony with
itself is in harmony with everything else in the universe.”

God alone can put discordant souls into harmony.

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HARMONY, ULTIMATE

The dome of the Baptistry at Pisa has this wonderful quality,
that it is so fashioned that no matter how discordant the sounds
received may be they are returned softened and harmonized.

So shall it yet be with the discords of earth in the new heaven when all shall have been baptized into the same spirit.

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HARP, THE, AS A SACRED INSTRUMENT

The harp is by common consent supposed to be the musical
instrument of the angels, and many a clerical metaphor has
been made regarding “the celestial harps,” “the golden harps,”
etc. The metaphor is probably taken by very few as a fixt
truth, but is nevertheless to the musician an interesting and
also a reverential one. At the time that the Scriptures were
written the harp was the finest instrument possest by man, and
in ascribing it to the angels an effort was made to represent
the music of heaven by the noblest tones of earth. Were we to
imagine celestial music to-day it would be the roll of heavenly
orchestras, and some of the old Italian painters scarcely made a
musical error in depicting their angels as playing on violins.
The violin is the noblest earthly instrument, and is far beyond
the harp in its representation of bliss. Meanwhile, Schumann and
Berlioz (in Faust) have used the harp to picture celestial joys,
while Wagner has used the violins in a soft tremolo in highest
positions, combined in sweet tones of wood wind. Nevertheless,
association of ideas is much in music, and the harp must always
call up the idea of heaven in the minds of many. (Text.)--Boston
_Musical Herald_.

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HARSHNESS, FAILURE OF

What harshness in fathers, who fear to praise their children!
What severity in some teachers! What bitterness in our
muck-rakers and reformers! How seldom do we find a man who can
speak the truth, and speak it in love. Yet there are some things
that harshness can not do. In February the clods are hard,
the seeds dead, the roots inert, the boughs leafless. Now let
nature speak in terms of power. She lets loose the north wind,
to smite the branches; she beats the bare clods with hail and
snow. In a tempest of fury she commands the earth to awaken.
But power is impotent; not a root stirs, not a seed moves.
Then, when the storms and winds have published their weakness,
the south wind comes softly wooing. Summer speaks in love. The
mother heart caresses each sleeping seed, and wakens it with
bosom pressure. And every root and bough answers with beauty and
radiant loveliness. Amid this is the parable of influence, that
rebukes man’s harshness, and smites those who turn justice into
cruelty and cause their good to be evil spoken of.--N. D.
HILLIS.

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=Harvest=--See FERTILITY.

=Harvest Failures=--See CHOKED.

HARVEST FROM EARLY SOWING

A little girl had been promised a handsome Bible for her
birthday. On hearing a missionary tell of the need of Bibles in
India, the child asked if she might not have two Bibles, each
half as handsome as the one her mother was planning to give her.
Her mother consented and the little girl wrote her name in one
of them and gave it to the missionary to send to India. Years
afterward a lady missionary was telling the story of the love of
Jesus to a few women, when one of them exclaimed: “Oh, I know
all about that. I have a book which tells me these things.” She
brought the book to the missionary, who, on opening it, saw
with astonishment her own name on the fly-leaf! It was the very
birthday Bible she had sent out years before as a little girl
and it had led to the conversion of its reader. (Text.)

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=Harvest-raising=--See COOPERATION WITH GOD.

=Haste=--See PAINSTAKING.

HASTE WITHOUT SELF-CONTROL

Emerson, in his acute observations on manners, declares that
there is nothing “so inelegant as haste,” meaning by this the
haste which is a hurry. Haste which the occasion demands is
never undignified. A fireman running to a fire is a rather
inspiriting sight. We would despise him if he walked. It
is rushing in the ordinary affairs of life, which demand
deliberation, steadiness, control, that destroys dignity and so
destroys good manners. The man in a hurry, we feel at once, is
so because he is not master of the situation. He would not be
compelled to gorge his breakfast, to walk so fast that he looks
like an animated wagon-wheel, or to slight his work, if he had
his affairs in control.--_Chautauquan._

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=Hasty Action=--See RETALIATION.

HAVOC THAT SPREADS

Vernon L. Kellogg points out how the evil of the great grasshopper plague that visited some Western States about forty years ago, entailed disaster on the whole country:

Over thousands and thousands of square miles of the great
granary of the land were spread the hordes of hoppers. Farmers
and stockmen were being ruined. Then the storekeepers and
bankers that sell things and lend money to the farmers. Then the
lawyers and doctors that depend on the farmers’ troubles to earn
a living. Then the millers and stock-brokers and capitalists of
the great cities that make their fortunes out of handling and
buying and selling the grains the farmers send in long trains
to the centers of population. Everybody, the whole country, was
aghast and appalled at the havoc of the hopper. (Text.)--“Insect
Stories.”

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=Head-hunters=--See BARBARISM.

=Headlight Requirements=--See ILLUMINATION.

HEADS, LOSING

I was preaching for a single Sabbath in Brooklyn. In the course
of my discourse I lost my head; in fact, I lost all of them.
Three were on paper, and one on my shoulders; and they all went
at once.

I tried to remember what I had had in my head, but, like the old
king’s dream, the matter had gone from me.

I tried to decipher what I had put upon paper, but the writing
had faded out.

Everything was gone except the audience, and I could have wished
that they were gone, too.

I pounded the desk; I pawed the floor; I clawed the air.
I poured whole broadsides of big dictionary into those
long-suffering people, but without a single scintilla of sense.

At last I struck a line of thought, and clutched it with the
grip of despair, and pulled myself out of the hole in which
I had been floundering, and then limped along to a “lame
conclusion.”

And then so mortified was I that I would have sunk through the
floor, could I have found a vacant nail-hole. As that was out of
the question, I would fain have sneaked away without speaking to
a human being; but, as bad luck would have it, I had promised to
go home to dinner with the Hon. William Richardson, one of the
most cultured members of the congregation.

We walked some distance before either spoke a word. Finally, I
broke silence--I felt like breaking everything in sight--and I
said, “Richardson, was not that the very worst you ever heard?”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Mean?” I replied, catching savagely at the word. “‘Mean’ is no
name for it. You must have noticed how under the third head
of my discourse I lost my head, and ripped and raved and tore
around like a lunatic. What did the people think of it?”

“Think of it? Think of it?” he repeated with sincere surprize.
“Why, they thought it was the best part of the whole sermon.”

And then I said to myself, and I said to him, “What is the use
of talking sense to the people when they like the other so
much better?” Possibly this may serve to account for the fact
that these same people subsequently called me to become their
pastor.--P. S. HENSON, _Christian Endeavor World_.

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=Headstrong=--See WILFULNESS.

HEAD-WORK

“He puzzled me at first,” said a physician who had engaged a
young college student to take some care of his office. “He put
actual head-work into his sweeping and dusting, and he showed
remarkable carefulness and dexterity in handling articles, never
disarranging or misplacing them. I found that he is studying
music as well as Latin, and aims to be a pianist one of these
days. Do you see, he simply applied the skill he had attained in
a finer art to the rougher work he did for me? It speaks well
for his future that he did it.”

This ennobling and harmonizing of the coarser task by means of
the skill acquired at a finer one, marks the difference between
cheap work and expert work. The careless man never sees the
connection between two varieties of labor, but the man who does
not mean to waste the least of his talents puts his whole mind,
all his manual skill, into whatever necessary task is set before
him. And this application of skill to diverse ends heightens in
itself that very force of skill, so that the man who uses the
best he has for each new need becomes a stronger and more able
man. (Text.)--_Young People._

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=Head-work Unremunerative=--See ILL-PAID WORK.

=Healing=--See CHRIST, A THERAPEUTIC.

=Healing Spells=--See REMEDIES, STRANGE.

=Healing, The Gift of=--See GOD SENDS GIFTS.

HEALING WATERS

Traversing Thrace is a wonderful river flowing west and south
toward the Egean Sea, named the Tearus. It is said to come from
thirty-eight springs, all issuing from the same rock, some hot
and some cold. The waters so mingling are pure, limpid and
delicious, and are possest of remarkable medicinal properties,
being efficacious for the cure of various diseases. Darius was
so much pleased with this river that his army halted on its
march to refresh itself with its waters. And a monument was
erected at the spot as a memorial of the march, and also as a
tribute to the salubrity of the waters of this magical stream.
(Text.)

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HEALTH AND SCIENCE

If duties are to be measured by what things cost and the havoc they work, then diseases like consumption and typhoid fever should certainly find more people who would be willing to devote more of their time, energy and means to eradicate at least some of the conditions presented in the following statement:

Every day in the year there are two million people seriously
sick in the United States. Some of this can never be
prevented, but it is conservatively estimated that our annual
loss from preventable diseases alone is $2,000,000,000 per
year. Consumption alone formerly cost the United States over
$1,000,000,000 a year. Since the discovery of the germ by Dr.
Koch and of the improved methods of prevention and cure it has
been shown that where this knowledge is applied seventy-five
per cent of the loss from consumption can be prevented.
Typhoid fever costs the country $350,000,000 a year. The city
of Pittsburg alone has, by careful investigation, been shown
to have lost $3,142,000 from typhoid fever in one year. The
discovery that typhoid is produced by a special germ, which is
usually gotten from the water or milk supply or from flies, has
made it possible to control this expensive disease. As soon as
all our citizens have good sanitary training, this $350,000,000
expense for typhoid can be completely eliminated. It has been
shown that in the numerous cities in which the water supply
alone has been made sanitary, typhoid has been reduced on the
average seventy-one per cent.--New York, _Evening Post_.

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=Health by Singing=--See SINGING CONDUCIVE TO HEALTH.

HEALTH, CARE OF

Spare diet and constant exercise in the keen morning air helped
to endow Wesley with that amazing physical toughness which
enabled him, when eighty-five years old, to walk six miles to a
preaching appointment, and declare that the only sign of old age
he felt was that “he could not walk nor run quite so fast as he
once did.”--W. H. FITCHETT, “Wesley and His Century.”

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HEALTH, ECONOMICS OF

Samuel Hopkins Adams writes of the economic value of pure food as follows:

Sterilization was tried in Rochester. It did not work well. The
milk was not nutritious. Then Dr. Goler hit upon what seems to
me the centrally important truth in the milk problem; that not
the milk itself, but everything with which it comes in contact,
should be made germ-proof. And as the basis upon which it all
rests, stands the vital lesson of hygienic economics which this
country is learning with appreciably growing enlightenment; that
bad air, bad water, bad housing, bad sewering, dirty streets,
and poor or impure food of whatever sort, cheaper tho they may
be in the immediate expense, come back upon a community or a
nation, in the long run, with a bill of arrears upon which
the not-to-be-avoided percentage is appallingly exorbitant.
(Text.)--_McClure’s Magazine._

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=Health in Large Cities=--See IMPROVED CONDITIONS.

HEALTH, REGAINING AND MAINTAINING

That is a remarkable record Colonel Roosevelt made in going
through equatorial Africa for so many months in the jungle and
in the swamp and yet never suffering any kind of ill-health for
an hour of the whole time.

It would be a remarkable record for any white man, and is
particularly so in the case of Mr. Roosevelt. As a youngster it
was a question in his own family whether he would ever arrive at
maturity. He was a sickly child.

The family, instead of coddling the youth, sent him out to the
plains in the great Northwest to rough it on a cattle ranch.
There he lived on plain fare, in poorly constructed houses, and
rode a bronco from sunrise until dark, often before the sun rose
and often after darkness set in. He returned to the house tired
and slept soundly until the morning call came again. This was
just what made the robust man of Mr. Roosevelt that he is.

Plain fare, plenty of outdoor life, with exercise, is the
natural condition for man to pass his life in. Civilization,
unless guarded against, levies a terrible tax upon human life.
Fine houses, too comfortable clothing, a table too liberally
supplied, make direct attacks upon man’s physical health. Late
hours, irregular hours, overpacked rooms, with their fetid
atmosphere, levy a still heavier tax.

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=Hearers=--See SYMPATHY, LACK OF.

HEART-HUNGER, SATISFYING

The successful treatment of tuberculosis is psychic, as well as
physiologic. So, too, must the treatment of juvenile delinquency
be considered. The physician impresses the patient with faith
in his recovery. So, too, must the teacher impress the child.
She must have faith in him, a faith so wholesome that he will
learn to have faith in himself. She must encourage so that her
encouragement will spur the weakest to effort. Oh, the effect of
a tender word on a parched and starving little heart! Cases of
individual rescues effected by a kind word crowd upon me.

Dominick, the little Italian, the terror of three successive
schools, who to-day is not only a fine lad, but who has reformed
several other boys, changed from a lawless, defiant misdemeanant
to the pride of the class--how? By a teacher who said to him, “I
think you are trying to-day, dear.” Poor little chap! He told
his teacher frankly that it was her calling him “dear” which
developed in him a determination to please her.

The insolent, defiant Irish boy, driven from room to room,
who to-day is working steadily--respectful, law-abiding,
ambitious--what worked his reform? A teacher, who in reply to
the principal’s question, “Well, how is Tom doing in here?”
looked at the class in line and noticing that Tom was standing
up straight, said: “Oh, he’s going to be all right. He’s the
best stander in the class.” And Tom, poor Tom, the first time
he had ever been the best anything, took heart, and worked for
further commendation.

Ikey, the little Russian boy, in rags which almost fell from his
poor, thin, little legs, what changed him from an ugly little
outcast to a boy who tried, really tried, to do what was right?
A clean suit of clothes, a warm bath, and a daily glass of milk,
given by a teacher who sensed the boy’s needs.

Have you read Owen Kildare’s account of the effect upon him of
the first gentle touch he had ever felt?

Seldom in his life as a child had any one said a kind word to
him. One day when a strange woman patted him on the cheek he
almost cried with the joy of it.

“With a light pat on my cheek and one of the sunniest smiles
ever shed on me.” he says of the incident, “she put a penny
in my hand. She was gone before I realized what had happened.
Somehow, I felt that were she to come back I could have said
to her, ‘Say, lady, I haven’t got much to give, but I’ll give
you all me poipers, me pennies, and me knife if you’ll do that
agen.’”

Go back to your schools. Pick out the so-called worst boys. Find
out whether heart-hunger as well as stomach-hunger may not be
one of the symptoms of the disease. There is not a teacher in
all our broad land who would knowingly let a child’s body starve
to death for want of physical food. Why should any child’s heart
or soul be allowed to starve to death for want of a little
sympathy and affection? Bodily starvation, at its worst, can
only end in death; soul starvation, at its worst, ends in a
hateful, ugly, defiant, lawless attitude toward authority, which
not only ruins the starved one but brings disaster to the social
order. Does not some blame belong to the school if its teachers
fail to feed these starving souls?--JULIA RICHMAN,
“Proceedings of the National Education Association,” 1909.

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HEART-INTEREST

When the old lady was training her son for the trapeze, the
boy made three or four rather ineffectual efforts to get over
the bar. Then she was heard to suggest: “John Henry Hobbs, if
you will just throw your heart over the bars, your body will
follow.” (Text.)--JAMES G. BLAINE.

(1367)

HEART, REGENERATION OF

A fable among the Turks says that Mohammed, when a child, had
his heart laid open, and a black grain, called the devil’s
portion, taken out of its center; and in this heroic way the
prophet’s preeminent virtue and sanctity are accounted for.

A new heart entire, through the regeneration of the Holy Ghost, far surpasses the Moslem’s fabled operation.

(1368)

=Heart, Summer in the=--See SUMMER IN THE HEART.

HEART, THE

The word “heart” is used figuratively and metaphysically, but
with vivid impressiveness in Scripture, to indicate the capacity
of feeling after God without which faith is impossible. Men
of mathematical and philosophic training have in many cases
lamentably exemplified the atrophy of the finer feelings. Here
is the great fault in the glittering and brilliant writings of
John Stuart Mill. From early infancy he, a most precocious boy,
was taught to crush the heart, to repress all sentiments of
affection. The moral nature of the lad was shockingly distorted,
and as he grew up he judged of everything by the cold light of
intellect only. He wrote his autobiography, and in that book is
not a word about his mother. So the book absolutely lacks heart,
and it is devoid of all fascination. (Text.)

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HEART, THE HUMAN

An American naturalist tells us that the human brain is full of
birds. The song-birds might all have been hatched in the human
heart, so well do they express the whole gamut of human passion
and emotion in their varied songs. The plaintive singers, the
soaring ecstatic singers, the gushing singers, the inarticulate
singers--robin, dove, lark, mocking-bird, nightingale--all are
expressive of human emotion, desire, love, sadness, aspiration,
glee. Christ gives a sadder view of our heart, showing it to be
“the hold of every foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and
hateful bird.” Fierce hawk, croaking raven, ravenous vulture,
obscene birds, birds of discord, birds of darkness, birds of
tempest, birds of blood and death--these are all typical of the
heart’s base passions; these all brood and nestle within, and
fly forth to darken, pollute, and destroy. And the Master is not
here speaking of some hearts, but of the human heart generally.
In the woods we find occasionally a bird with a false note, in
the fields a misshapen flower, yet beauty and music are the
prevailing characteristics of the landscape; but stepping into
society, the universal discord and misery declare the common
radical defect of our nature.--W. L. WATKINSON, “The
Transfigured Sackcloth.”

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HEART, THE SINGING

Frank L. Stanton writes of the man who has a song in the heart thus:

There is never a sky of winter
To the heart that sings alway;
Never a night but hath stars to light,
And dreams of a rosy day.

The world is ever a garden
Red with the bloom of May;
And never a stormy morning
To the heart that sings alway!

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=Heart versus Head=--See DEATH COMPELLING SINCERITY; EXPERIENCE
THE BEST ARGUMENT.

=Heartless Custom=--See BARBARISM.

HEARTLESS PAGANS

There is an essential difference between the attitude of heathenism and of Christianity toward human suffering. Sir Frederick Lely said:

The ordinary native of India who has been untouched by the Light
is utterly devoid of pity. In West India a man will be taxed for
killing a dog, but not for killing a man. During famine times it
is an every-day sight to see men feeding monkeys with unleavened
cakes and refusing to give a crust to their fellow men who are
lying within a few yards of them dying with hunger. The great
merchants and moneyed men of India spent thousands upon food
for decrepid and worthless animals, but left it to the British
Government to feed the men and women. In a famine hospital, Sir
Frederick saw a little lad whose flesh was torn in many places.
That morning an agent of one of the merchant gilds had visited
his village with a supply of food for the village pariah dogs.
The poor boy asked for some for himself but was refused, and in
desperation he ran in among the dogs to try and get a piece, and
they turned upon him and bit him. A Bunnia Hindu, in Ankleshwer,
has recently given 15,000 rupees to found an animal hospital.
The enclosure is to be in the midst of the town--a commodious
structure, where worn-out cattle and worthless animals will be
brought as a matter of religion. Around the outside of these
same walls will walk crippled, diseased, poor and hungry men and
women and children, but their pleading voices will fall on deaf
ears.

(1372)

=Heat=--See ENTHUSIASM.

=Heathen at Home and Abroad=--See MISSIONS APPROVED.

HEATHEN RECEPTIVENESS

The heathen seldom express a longing for the gospel as clearly as in the following petition to the missionaries of the Swedish Missionary Society in the Kongo State from a number of black heathen chiefs in 1887. They said:

We, Makayi, Nsinki, Kibundu, and Mukayi Makuta Ntoko, chiefs in
Kibunzi, and our people, desire that the missionaries of the
Swedish Missionary Society come and make their home with us, and
teach us and our people. We gladly give them the right to erect
their buildings upon the high hill southeast from the village
of Kibunzi in any convenient spot. We transfer to them all our
claims to that hill. Of course, they have the right to use the
forests, the rivers, the roads, and the fields for plantations
within our boundaries in the same manner as ourselves. We have
invited them to come, and we are glad to see them with us, and
our one desire is that they remain with us and erect buildings.

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HEATHENDOM

An experience of my own in connection with the Kiang-peh famine
in China illustrates the situation on most mission fields
to-day. Tarrying in Chinkiang for a few days before proceeding
up the canal, I saw considerable of the refugee camp outside
the city wall. Altho one of the smaller camps, this one held
perhaps forty thousand refugees from up country, all living on
the bare and frozen ground, and the most comfortable of them
having only an improvised hut of straw matting to shelter them.
The tide of relief had not yet begun to flow from America and
Europe. Moved by compassion for the suffering ones, Mrs. John
W. Paxton made daily rounds to administer what medical relief
was possible. One day I accompanied her, and she translated
the words of the people. The commonest complaint we heard that
morning from these starving Chinese was that they had lost their
appetites! On their faces was the unmistakable famine pallor;
hunger had driven them hither from their homes--yet they had
no taste for food! The tragedy of it was overwhelming. They
had no appetite, because they had reached the last stages of
starvation, and were dying. They did not want food, for the very
reason that they needed it so badly. Heathendom does not want
the gospel, because it needs it. Starving for the bread of life,
it yet protests no desire for this supreme boon. Heathendom
does not desire Christianity for the very reason that it is
heathendom.--WILLIAM T. ELLIS, “Men and Missions.”

(1374)

=Heathenism Shattered=--See MIRACLES, EVIDENTIAL VALUE OF.

HEAVEN

A schoolboy had a blind father; the boy was very keen on games,
and his father was in the habit of being present at all the
school cricket matches, altho he had to look on at the prowess
of his son through other eyes. Then the father died. The day
after the funeral there was an important cricket match on, and,
to the surprize of his fellows, the lad exprest a strong wish
to play. He played, and played well, making a fine score, and
carrying out his bat. His friends gathered round him in the
pavilion, shaking him by the hand and patting him on the back.

“Did I do well?” he asked.

“Well!” was the reply, “you did splendidly; never better.”

“I am so glad,” the boy said; “it is the first time he ever saw
me bat.”

For him, heaven was the place which gave his blind father sight.

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* * * * *

Elizabeth Stuart Phelps points out the fact that each one’s idea of heaven is some place or state where our most earnest longings and desires are met and fulfilled:

“If I could be out of physical pain,” said a lifelong invalid,
“I would ask no other heaven.” “If I could be in a place where I
might know that my husband never could be killed on the train!”
cried one of the gentle worriers, whose capacity for suffering
is neither understood nor respected by the sanguine. “If I could
take my children to a world where every time I hear a croupy
cough my heart did not stand still with terror,” urged another,
“that would be heaven for me.” The mulatto girl who burst
into joyful tears at first sight of a marble bust of herself,
“because it was white,” caught a glimpse of her heaven before
its time.

“Heaven must be like any other form of happiness, only ‘more
so,’” said a thoughtful man. “And the conditions of happiness
are three--a clear conscience, something to do, and some one to
love.”

(1376)

See COUNTRY, A NEW; LIGHT IMMORTAL.

HEAVEN, CONCEPTIONS OF

Life changes all our thoughts of heaven;
At first we think of streets of gold,
Of gates of pearl and dazzling light,
Of shining wings and robes of white,
And things all strange to mortal sight.
But in the afterward of years
It is a more familiar place--
A home unhurt by sighs or tears,
Where waiteth many a well-known face.
With passing months it comes more near.
It grows more real day by day;
Not strange or cold, but very dear--
The glad homeland not far away,
Where none are sick, or poor, or lone,
The place where we shall find our own.
And as we think of all we knew,
Who there have met to part no more,
Our longing hearts desire home, too,
With all the strife and trouble o’er.

(1377)

=Heaven, Disbelief in=--See ANSWER, A SOFT.

HEAVEN, FRIENDS IN

Rev. John White Chadwick, who has now joined “the choir invisible,” wrote of the friends who had gone before in this poem:

It singeth low in every heart,
We hear it, each and all--
A song of those who answer not,
However we may call;
They throng the silence of the breast,
We see them as of yore--
The kind, the brave, the true, the sweet,
Who walk with us no more.

’Tis hard to take the burden up
When these have laid it down;
They brightened all the joy of life,
They softened every frown;
But, O, ’tis good to think of them
When we are troubled sore!
Thanks be to God that such have been,
Tho they are here no more.

More homelike seems the vast unknown,
Since they have entered there;
To follow them were not so hard,
Wherever they may fare;
They can not be where God is not,
On any sea or shore;
Whate’er betides, Thy love abides,
Our God, for evermore.

(1378)

=Heaven, Getting to=--See OBLIGATION TO THE CHURCH.

=Heaven Open=--See LOOKING UP.

HEAVEN OUR HOME

When King Khama came from Bechuanaland to England he was
constantly asking “Where is Africa?” No matter how fascinating
were the sights, his heart turned always homeward. So the
Christian in the midst of all life’s distractions may remember
that here he has no continuing city--heaven is his home. (Text.)

(1379)

=Heavenly Mail Facilities=--See CHILDREN’S RELIGIOUS IDEAS.

=Heavenly Treasures=--See TREASURES LAID UP.

HEAVENLY VISITORS

Observations of falling stars have been used to determine
roughly the average number of meteorites which attempt to
pierce the earth’s atmosphere during each twenty-four hours.
Dr. Schmidt, of Athens, from observations made during seventeen
years, found that the mean hourly number of luminous meteors
visible on a clear, moonless night by one observer was fourteen,
taking the time of observation from midnight to 1 A.M.
It has been further experimentally shown that a large group
of observers who might include the whole horizon in their
observations would see about six times as many as are visible
to one eye. Prof. H. A. Newton and others have calculated that,
making all proper corrections, the number which might be visible
over the whole earth would be a little greater than 10,000 times
as many as could be seen at one place. From this we gather that
not less than 20,000,000 luminous meteors fall upon our planet
daily, each of which in a dark clear night would present us
with the well-known phenomenon of a shooting-star. This number,
however, by no means represents the total number of minute
meteorites that enter our atmosphere, because many entirely
invisible to the naked eye are often seen in telescopes. It
has been calculated that the number of meteorites, if these
were included, would be increased at least twentyfold; this
would give us 400,000,000 of meteorites falling in the earth’s
atmosphere daily.--J. NORMAN LOCKYER, _Harper’s
Magazine_.

(1380)

=Heavens, The=--See PRIVILEGE.

=Height=--See GIANTS AND DWARFS; UPWARD LOOK.

=Height Abolishing Burdens=--See WEIGHT DIMINISHED BY ASCENT.

HEIGHTS

The mind of Christ places and keeps us on the heights, lifting
our consciousness from the seen to the unseen, and opening
all our little restricted nature to the joyous rhythm of the
universal life. What cowards we are when dominated by the
seen. We dare not affirm anything beyond the reach of the eye,
the sound of the ear, the touch of the finger-tips. But the
beauties we see are only the reflection of the beauties that
are, like Pluto’s artizans in the cave, catching only the
reflected light from the realm above, the music we hear, the
merest jingle of the melodies divine, the things we touch,
the superficial, mechanical, material side of reality. Why
can’t we believe that the unseen things which can be detected
from the heights are those that are worth while, because the
abiding, the eternal? Only on the heights can we dominate bodily
conditions.--ROBERT MACDONALD.

(1381)

=Heights, In the=--See CONFIDENCE.

HEIGHTS, LIVING ON

On the heights above the vega of Granada there rises the great
palace of the Alhambra. In the lower stories there are the
menial offices of domestic use. Above them are the living rooms,
the guest chambers, the halls of the Moorish kings; and far
above them all rises the great red tower into which the Moslem
kings could ascend to look upward to the stars and downward on
the valley, green with trees and beautiful with cities.

So God has made our lives. The lower stories serving the
needs of our material life, the higher ones of intellect and
affection, where we live in the joys of thought and friendship;
but high above them all rises the great watch-tower of the soul
in which the noise and toils of earth are lost in the great
stillness of the heights, and earth’s mysteries and sorrows
are interpreted by the higher providence of God.--F. F.
SHANNON.

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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.)

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=Heights, Striving for the=--See GAIN THROUGH LOSS.

=Hell, Threatened=--See SINNERS AND GOD.

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._

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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