course, there are among women fools, as there are fools among men; but you have known many a wife who would sit four months, six months, by the bedside of a sick husband, giving the medicine at just the right time, no professional nurse to help, no encouraging bulletins placarded, no help from outside, with her needle at the same time earning a livelihood for the household, buying medicines and bread, coughing her own life away in a slow consumption until she dropped a martyr into the grave. Oh! while you admire, as you ought to admire, the womanly courage and faith in God as seen in the White House, do not think it is exceptional. Greenwood is full of them. Mount Auburn is full of them. Laurel Hill is full of them. The graveyards and cemeteries of the earth are full of them. Women who lived, toiled, sacrificed, suffered, died for others. Are you surprised that one good woman should expect her husband's recovery after all the world said he must die? I have seen that a score of times in my parishes. After all the physicians said there was no hope, she had hope, and when death had set its signal on the brow and the life was gone, still violently resisting anything that implied that he was dead, saying: "He is not dead; he is no more dead than you are; he will come to!" Rev. Dr. Burchard, of New York, the eminent and useful minister of Christ, admired by all who know him, after severe surgery, was pronounced dead by a large group of surgeons who stood in the room. One of the surgeons was deputed to go to another 100m and tell his wife of the death of her husband. He went with that information, and she came into the room where her husband lay. She said: "He is not dead; he will preach the Gospel yet for many a long year." She took command of the scene and of the occasion. She told one surgeon to inflate the lungs; she told another surgeon to apply friction to the hands and to the limbs, pointing to each one his work; and they, to gratify the wish, or what would seem to be the insane wish, of a bereft wife, went to the work, and after three-quarters of an hour had passed he breathed. He is alive and well, and preaching, though more than twenty years have passed since that supposed death scene. That is woman in awful crisis of suffering. The heroine, God's heroine. Why, there are five thousand women who have within them the elements of the heroine-Ida Lewises and Grace Darlings, not with oar of lifeboat on raging sea, but in the awful surge of domestic calamity, if God called them to it. I say this not in any compliment or flattery. I say it because I want every honest man to know what a grand and glorious blessing God has given him if he have a good wife. She may be a little fretful and nervous under household cares, but you get down flat on your back with pneumonia, or fever, or under the wounds of an assassin, and you know better than I can tell you who would be the best watcher, and who would speak the brightest encouragement, and who for you would drop dead in her tracks. I thank God for this revelation from the White House of woman's courage, and woman's faith in God, and woman's endurance-not a revelation of something new, but a revelation of something very old. We are further comforted by the thought that this trouble has disgusted more than ever people with the free use of firearms. There is too much shooting going on in this country. If a man insults you, shoot him. If a man doubts your veracity, shoot him. If a man stands in the way of your advancement, shoot him. It is bang! bang! bang! And there are Guiteaus in all the towns and villages and cities of this country. There are too many pistols, and human life is too cheap. I wish that this Washington ruffian going about with a navy revolver in his pocket, practicing at a mark so as not to fail hitting the heart of the President-going about with a navy revolver I wish that he might disgust all our young men with the habit of carrying deadly weapons. On the frontier, cr if it is your business as an officer of the law to make arrest of a desperado, you had better be armed. Armed police, armed sheriffs, armed explorers, armed jail-keepers are well enough, but it is high time that all respectable citizens snap in two their sword-canes and unload their deadly weapons. If you move in reputable society in Brooklyn, or New York, or Washington, or London, you have no need of any more weapons than the two weapons which God gave you-two honest fists-and they are easily loaded. If you feel the need of having a pistol in your pocket, you are a miserable coward. If you are afraid to go down the street unarmed, you had better get your grandmother, with her knitting-needles, to go with you! I am glad that the Common Council of Brooklyn has passed an ordinance forbidding the carrying of deadly weapons, or gave new emphasis to a law previously enacted. A pistol is the meanest and most infernal weapon ever invented. It is compact and portable murder. There is some ability about a sword. If you are going to take a man's lite with a sword you have to expose your own life, and so some courage is demanded; but a pistol is the weapon of a sneak. And what is more, the people who carry deadly weapons in this country are people of ungov ernable temper. Now, if a man be cold and phlegmatic and calculating in his nature, there is not much danger in his carrying deadly weapons; but if a man be quick, and sharp, and irritable, and violent, and gunpowdery, and explosive in his nature, he ought not to carry anything more dangerous than a dull jack-knife! You do not know what under temptation you might do. Away with this pistol business. Let Charles Guiteau and John Wilkes Booth have all the honors of assassination. Extracts Illustrating the Life, Character and Personality of the Late President Garfield. A BEAUTIFUL and touching episode of life in the Presi dent's cottage at Long Branch is thus told: "'Crete," said the President to his brave little wife about eleven Thurs day morning, as the ringing strokes from the belfry of the Episcopal Church, almost across from the cottage, reached his ears, "what are they ringing that bell for ?" "That?" said Mrs. Garfield, who had been waiting for the surprise. "That's the church where we were when you first came down. They're all going there to pray for you to get well," and, falling on her knees, she said, "and I'm going to pray, too, James, that it may be soon; for I know already that the other prayer has been heard." From where he lay, Garfield could see the carriages draw up and group after group go in. He could even hear the subdued refrain of "Jesus, lover of my soul," as it was borne by on its beavenward way. Thrilled with emotion, a tear trickled down the President's face. After a while, a sweet woman's voice arose, singing from one of Sir Michael Costa's noblest oratorios; "Turn Thou unto me, and have mercy upon me," sang the voice, "for I am desolate; I am desolate and afflicted; the troubles of my heart are enlarged. Oh, bring Thou me out of my distresses, out of my distresses, my God." The people in the church sat almost spell-bound under the voice. Mrs. George W. Childs, who sang the recitative, was affected deeply, and made it seem to all, what it must have to her, a prayer in music. ANECDOTE OF PRESIDENT GARFIELD. It seems that President Garfield was warned by a friend some time ago as to the probability of an attempt being made upon his life; but he simply answered, "I must come and go as usual, and I cannot surround myself with a bodyguard." To another he said, "If the good of this country, the interests of pure government and of the people against oneman power, demand the sacrifice of my life, I think I am ready." GARFIELD'S INTELLECTUAL PROGENY.-Garfield's productiveness was enormous. No public man of this day has approached it. It comprises a library of elaborate Congressional speeches, to say nothing of the impromptu remarks scattered through the Record, many arguments before the Supreme Court of the United States, hundreds of political addresses, orations at patriotic, scientific and literary festivals, stately and affectionate eulogies upon the dead, and numerous articles in cyclopædias and magazines. The Garfield progeny is immense, but there is not an ill-conceived nor an ill-formed child of his brain. almost constant. In one of the last dreadful days at Elberon a spasm of pain seized him when his wife was present. He tried to conceal his agony from her, but she observed he was suffering, and asked, "What hurts you, dear?" He replied, "It hurts only to live." He was courteous and cheerful to all about him, even after all hope of recovery had gone from him. Talking on the last day with Colonel Rockwell, knowing his end was near, he said, "Rockwell, I fully realize my situation," and then after a long silence and with pathetic intensity: "Do you think my name will have a place in human history ?" To which his friend answered: "Yes, a grand one, but a grander place in human hearts." Even before the flight to Elberon he knew that he would not live, and yet he heartened and cheered every one around his bedside with his own indomitable courage. But he did not attempt to deceive himself. When on one occasion he was wheeled on his bed from his have made this short journey so well that you can easily own room across the hall, Colonel Rockwell said: "You attempt a longer one." "Yes," he replied. "It can easily expand into the long, long journey home." THE White House cellar has been converted into a curi osity shop, with a miscellaneous collection of traps sent on from all parts of the country for the benefit of President Garfield. There are at least twenty-five beds, including one which is five and one-half feet long, and was sent all the way from Minnesota for the accommodation of a man over six feet high. A Michigan man sent a cage with two white mice to amuse the President's children, and a lady in the remote West contributed a stuffed hummingbird "to relieve the monotony of the sick-room." A STARTLING CONTRAST.-Some one has been noting the marvelous change in transportation between the date of the death of President Harrison and the wounding of President Garfield. The former died at the White House, April 4th, 1841. The news reached North Alabama in three weeks from that date. His remains were carried to DR. POTTER, of Grace Church, New York, tells a story that illustrates the popular feeling about Garfield in an effective way: "A poor woman stopped on the street on Sunday and inquired the price of a picture of Garfield. 'Ten cents,' was the answer. 'Couldn't you let me have one for five?' she asked. 'Yes,' said the vender. She took it and kissed it again and again with the tears streaming down her face. Ye was a poor boy yourself once,' she said, and ye knew how to feel for the poor.' PRESIDENT GARFIELD'S CHURCH.-The opinion has been expressed that there is something "queer" in the religion of the Christian Church to which President Garfield belonged, and many people are inclined to adopt this opinion. That there is no cause for such a belief is evident from the words of Alexander Campbell, who in 1833 wrote in reply to a question: "A complete scriptural reformation is urged and defined, having for its specified object to inculcate and reduce to practice that simple original form of Christianity, expressly exhibited on the sacred page; without attempting to indicate anything of human authority, of private opinion, or inventions of men, as having any place in the constitution, faith or worship of Ohio, and they were two weeks in reaching Cincinnati. the Christian Church, or anything as a matter of Christian President Garfield was wounded on the 2d of July, 1881, at 9:20 A. M. In less than one hour from the moment the faith or duty, for which there cannot be expressly produced a 'thus saith the Lord,' either in express terms or deed was perpetrated, the event was known in all the prinby approved precedent." Simplicity, indeed, seems to be cipal cities and towns and villages in the United States; in the main characteristic of the creed of the Church, if such less than three hours it was the topic of conversation in it could be called. A correspondent has sent us the fol- all the royal and social circles of Europe. Another marvelous thing is noted: the helpless President, a few lowing passage, clipped from a certificate of baptism presented to a new convert, which bears out this view: "You months ago, was carried upon his bed a distance of 234 have this day put on Christ, before the world by baptism, miles in seven hours. He was borne along at this fearful and by this act declared your faith in the death; burial rate as smoothly as if "the wheels of his chariot rolled on cords of eider-down." So great is the change forty years and resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ. As you are now to walk in newness of life, be faithful in all the duties have wrought! And yet, so rapid is the progress that science and art are making now that it is not too much to which the Great Head of the Church hath enjoined upon you, and especially those duties as mentioned in Acts ii. expect that in less than a decade the methods and move42, And they continued steadfastly in the Apostles' doc-ments of to-day will seem almost as slow and cumbersome as do those of forty years ago. trine and fellowship, and in breaking of bread, and of prayer.' Cultivate friendship and universal benevolence with all mankind. Speak evil of no one, but live in peace with the world, and you shall finally have a peaceful hour in which to die, and dwell with God and the angels in the mansions of everlasting life." PRESIDENT GARFIELD'S SUFFERING.-So little of complaint or repining was heard from the sick-bed of the late President, so heroic was his persistent cheerfulness, that the impression grew general that he suffered very little, and that he was not aware of the gravity of his condition. This was an error, and is calculated to detract from the true grandeur of the example which this great man has left us in his death. His sufferings were terrible and GARFIELD AT SCHOOL.-The following little incident was told by a cousin of Mr. Garfield: "There was a spellingmatch in the little log school-house, in which James, who was thirteen years old, took part. The teacher told her scholars that if any whispered she should send them home. The lad standing next to James became confused, and to help him James told him how to spell his word. The teacher saw this and said, 'James, you know the rule. You must go home.' James' picked up his cap and left. In a very few seconds he returned and took his place in the class. Why, how is this, James? I told you to go 'I know it, and I went home,' home,' said his teacher. said James." PORTRAIT OF THE LATE PRESIDENT GARFIELD. and asked: "Is that 'Crete ?" "Yes," replied the doctor, | "it is Mrs. Garfield." "Quick, open the door a little," anxiously responded the sick man. Dr. Bliss opened the door, and after listening a few moments Mr. Garfield exclaimed, as the large tears coursed down his sunken cheeks, "Glorious, Bliss! isn't it?" THE REV. ELIJAH CUTLER, an old classmate of General Garfield, in an address on Monday, the day of his funeral, said: "The last time I saw General Garfield to speak with him was in his private room at the Parker House, in Bos I recall an incident which has been related elsewhere, and which speaks for itself. Our classmates, many of them, had been spending a Fourth of July on the top of Grey Lock Mountain, having an uproariously good time,' as college boys are apt to do when let loose for a day's recreation. As night gathered about them-for they were to spend the night there-our classmate, taking a Testament from his pocket, said to his companions: 'Boys, I read a chapter every night simultaneously with my mother. If you please I will read it aloud. And afterward he asked the oldest of them to lead in prayer." further, all that a man would need to secure himself from the charge of murder would be to rave a little and tear his hair a little, and then kill his man." formal tribute of respect will no more than express the | the subject of insanity. If this thing had gone on much genuine feelings of the Nation, and, we may rest assured, of the Sovereign also. He must be a very shallow student of human nature who would make light of the importance of ceremonial observance even in these days; and while we in this country see reality infused into a form, the form itself will not be destitute of significance even to the simplicity of the Great Republic. But the Court mourning, small as the matter in itself is, is not to be regarded as merely a personal, or even a National, tribute. It is GARFIELD AS A FRIEND.-James A. Garfield was, above all-above even the grandeur of his perfect physical and intellectual power-an affectionate-hearted man. The writer recalls, with warmest affection and personal gratitude, the sympathetic and helpful phase of this character as he was familiar with it for twenty-five years. In the old days at Hiram, when the great martyr was the central and loved object of the little world there, which then knew him alone, he was the patient teacher, the friend always full of sympathy, and the leader ever ready with encour agement, which was simply a grand inspiration to the young men gathered about him. In the buffetings of a great political career nothing was ever lost from this attribute of his character, and the light of the many brilliant victories of the statesman never dimmed the freshness of this which was most lovable in the man. He not only sympathized with young men who, like him, were struggling for honorable place in the world, but he loved them for all that was worthy in their ambition and brave in their conduct. He, too, like all men who are pure and great in heart, reverenced woman. Of all the hundreds of boys and girls who loved him as friend and teacher, no one of them, we may be sure, who sought his presence when he had become one of the world's greatest, ever met with greeting less cordial or sympathy less ready and patient than that with which he had parted from them in the humble life at Hiram.-Chicago Inter-Ocean. GARFIELD AS A CHRISTIAN.-The chief glory of this man, as we think of him now, was his discipleship in the school of Christ. His attainments as a scholar and a statesman will be the theme of our orators and historians, and they be the most worthy men to speak praiseworthily. But it is as a Christian that we love to think of him now. It was this which made his life to man an invaluable boon, his death to us an unspeakable loss, his eternity to himself an inheritance incorruptible, undefiled, and that fadeth not away. He was no sectarian. His religion was as broad as the religion of Christ. He was a simple Christian, bound by no sectarian ties, and wholly in fellowship with all pure spirits. He was a Christologist rather than a theologist. His example as a son, husband and father is a glory to his Nation. He had a most kindly nature. His power over human hearts was deep and strong. He won men to him. He had no enemies. The hand that struck him was not the hand of his enemy, but the enemy of the people, the enemy of the country, the enemy of God. He was a grander man than we knew. He wrought even in his pain a better work for the Nation than we can now estimate.-From the Rev. F. D. Power's Funeral Address. THE orthodox Russo-Greek Church is entirely a State affair. The Czar is not only the temporal sovereign, but he is the spiritual head of the Church as well. When the late Czar, Alexander II., was killed by the Nihilists, the opportunity was seized by several of the dissenting sects in Russia to disclose their places of worship and affirm their allegiance to the new Czar, at the same time expressing their horror and detestation of the crime which killed the earthly head of the Russian Church. The time was cunningly chosen, and the effect so far has been to give greater toleration to the dissenters from the orthodox Church. Although the SUNDAY MAGAZINE of November, 1880, contained a long and comprehensive article on the Russian Church, still there is room for more to be said with especial reference to the historical growth of Russian dissent and the causes which have led to so great a divergence from the original standards of orthodoxy in the great Russian Empire. RUSSIA. and established themselves where the city Kiev now stands. They were called Slavi, and gradually spread as far as the Baltic. Many tribes submitted to them; but the Novogorodians, who had been their allies, bethought to be their masters, and, after fierce engagements, subjugated them, and established a monarchy under Ruric, 860 B. C. By a clever stratagem, his successor, Oleg, acquired possession of Kiev. Disguising himself as a Novogorod merchant going on comme cial business to Byzantium, he asked permission to pass through the town, and feigning illness, begged the princes to pay him a visit. The royal brothers agreed, and arrived on the banks of the river but sligh ly attended. Oleg's followers, who lay concealed in the boats, darted out and killed them, exclaiming, "Let Kiev be mother of all the Russian cities !" Elated with success, he next cast an envious eye on By. zantium, the queen of the Euxine Sea, who sat calmly at the entrance, holding the keys of its commerce in her hands. Quickly raising an army, he led it through perils, And in order to do this it will be necessary to briefly re- labors and fatigues, which none but barbarians could have view the beginning of Christianity in that country. In the dark ages of the fifth century, one of the wild hordes on the banks of the Dnieper and Volkhof, hearing of the rich plains of the Volga, came up in large numbers, overcome, across the death-like Steppes, where nothing is to be seen but the canopy of sky above and the green grass below. Ridges of hills lie on either side, here and there interspersed with conically-shaped mounds, on |