full meaning of which was known to himself and God only. When the Shinasan (Mr. Chinaman) prayed, many a face in the room became wreathed in smiles, and sometimes a hand was necessary over the mouth to help hold the hearer steady. John paid no attention; he cared not who laughed at his prayers, he was happy, God had forgiven him; and tho a Chinese, he said good-by to the world, and cut his cue off. One day a Korean friend met him and said, "Honorable sir from the great country, where is your cue?" "Cue? Cue belong no good, makee cut off." "But you will not dare to go home, you have lost your country." "Maskee country," said John; "my country belong Htien-kuoa, Htien-kuoa" ("heaven, heaven"), pointing upward.—James S. Gale, "Korea in Transition."
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Country Church—See Church, The Country.
COUNTRY, LONGING FOR THE
If out beyond the city's farthest edge
There were no roads that led through sleepy towns,
No winds to blow through any thorny hedge,
No pathways over hazel-tufted downs,
I might not, when the day begins, be sad
Because I toil among the money-mad.
If out beyond the distant hill there lay
No valley graced by any winding stream,
And if no slim, white steeples far away
Might mark the spots where drowsy hamlets dream,
I could, perhaps, at midday be content
Where striving millions at their tasks are bent.
If far away from noise and strife and care
There were no buds to swell on waiting trees,
No mating birds to spill upon the air
The liquid sweetness of their melodies
I might, at sunset be serene and proud
Because a few had seen me in the crowd.
—The Chicago Record-Herald.
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Country, Love of—See Fidelity; Home Where the Heart is.
Country, Serving One's—See Seeking
Service.
COURAGE
When a soldier ran crying to Pelopidas,
"We are fallen among the enemies, and are
lost!" "How are we fallen among them
any more than they among us?" replied the
undaunted spirit. And when the soldiers
of Marius complained of thirst, being encamped
where there was no water, he pointed
to a river running close to the enemy's
trenches, and bade them take the drink which
valor could give them in that direction.—James
T. Fields.
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"Evils faced are half-conquered." Such seems to be the purport of this poem by John Finley:
I'd have the driving rain upon my face—
Not pelting its blunt arrows on my back,
Goading with blame along its ruthless track,
But flinging me defiance in the race.
And I would go at such an eager gait
That whatsoe'er may fall from heaven of wo
Shall not pursue me as some coward foe,
But challenge me—that I may face my fate.
(Text.)—Harper's Magazine.
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I have walked on the Mount of Gladness, I have wept in the Vale of Tears,
And my feet have stumbled ofttimes as I trod through the path of the years;
Yet my heart has ever lifted its song of thankful praise
To the God of all eternity, who has kept me in my ways,
Tho alone I tread the wine-press, or kneel in Gethsemane,
I know He has never forsaken, and that He leadeth me.
Tho I "walk through the Valley of Shadow," my soul shall not be dismayed,
For my God is the God of the fathers, the God of the unafraid!
—Northwestern Christian Advocate.
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It is easy to be courageous when backed by the crowd. It is different when one stands alone against the crowd.
At the beginning of the eighteenth century
Professor Simson, of Glasgow, was on
trial in the General Assembly for dangerous
