The Rev. Dr. J. Walter Lowrie, returning to the field after a furlough prolonged by ill-health, writes in amazement that the changes that had taken place during his absence of twenty months were greater than had taken place during the preceding twenty years of his residence in China. Of course, there is commotion. You could not expect one-third of the human race to rouse itself from the sleep of ages without having more or less disturbance in various places. But the disturbances in China to-day are signs of progress. They mean that at last China is awake. We remember that of old, the dying Francis Xavier lifted up his hands and said: "Oh, rock! rock! when wilt thou open?" For nearly a hundred years Protestantism has been hammering upon that rock. Now it has opened.—A. Judson Brown, "Student Volunteer Movement," 1906.
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CHIVALRY
The days of the Crusades are gone, but the spirit of chivalry abides to-day as then.
When Captain Moreu, of the Spanish
cruiser Cristobal Colon, was in New York,
he was interviewed by a reporter who, in
the excess of his patriotism, put this rather
indelicate question to the vanquished naval
officer: "What do you think, Captain Moreu,
of the chivalry of a nation whose women
greet the admiral of a hostile power with
kisses and flowers?" a reference to the way
Admiral Cervera was lionized by American
women on his way to a military prison. The
bluff old captain of the Colon, who spoke
English fluently, lifted his eyebrows, and,
smiling indulgently, politely replied: "And
what do you think of an admiral who could
draw your brave Hobson from the water and
kiss him in admiration of his courage? Remember,
young man, chivalry is the monopoly
of no nation." (Text.)
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CHOICE
Not what we have, but what we use,
Not what we see, but what we choose;
These are the things that mar, or bless,
The sum of human happiness.
The thing near by, not that afar;
Not what we seem, but what we are;
These are the things that make or break,
That give the heart its joy or ache.
Not what seems fair, but what is true;
Not what we dream, but good we do;
These are the things that shine like gems,
Like stars in fortune's diadems.
Not as we take, but as we give,
Not as we pray, but as we live;
These are the things that make for peace
Both now and after time shall cease.
—The Outlook.
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Choice by Chance—See Devil, The, Chosen.
Choice, Everything Depends on—See
Experience, Value of.
CHOICE IN PRIMITIVE ORGANISMS
Headly, in his book on "Life and Evolution,"
instances our old friend, the ameba,
which we have since childhood all agreed to
be one of the most primitive forms of life.
This microscopic creature, a unicellular
morsel of protoplasm, undoubtedly has the
power of choice. It exercises this power
whenever it eats. Diatoms enveloped in
flint are its favorite food. When an ameba
comes in contact with one of these minute
vegetables it swallows it through an aperture—a
mouth—which it conveniently makes at
whichever point an aperture is required.
But when, on the other hand, the ameba
comes in contact with a small grain of flint
he leaves it severely alone; he does not treat
it as he does the flinty envelop of the
diatom.
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Choice, Right—See Way, The Right.
CHOICE UNFORESEEN
Men for high positions are not always chosen because of previous preeminence, but frequently through circumstances of situations or from expediency:
There are Presidential candidates and aspirants
who have an erroneous idea of the
candidacy, similar to that of many persons
on the subject of wines and cigars, who
consider the oldest as the best; while the
real connoisseur knows perfectly well that
such commodities are not permitted to exceed
a certain age without losing rather than
gaining in quality. Some keep their Presidential
aspirations constantly before the
people—as, for instance, Blaine and Sher-
