The Barrie Dinner The Aldine Club, of this city, which has entertained many notable guests and gathered many distinguished people around its board, never gave a more successful and interesting dinner than that which was tendered, on Thursday evening of last week, to Mr. J. M. Barrie, the novelist, and Dr. W. Robertson Nicoll, the editor of the "British Weekly" and of the London "Bookman." Among the eminent men of letters and editors who were seated at the guest-table were Mr. Howells, Mr. Cable, Mr. Warner, Mr. Aldrich, Mr. Page, Dr. Weir Mitchell, Mr. R. W. Gilder, Mr. E. L. Burlingame, Dr. Shaw, and Professor Woodrow Wilson. Among other men of note who were present were Mr. Francis Lynde Stetson, Mr. J. Kennedy Tod, President of the St. Andrew's Society, Messrs. Frank H. Dodd, Charles Scribner, William Appleton, M. H. Mallory, Frank H. Scott, and James T. Harper. Mr. Hamilton W. Mabie presided. In front of the guests of the evening was a charming reproduction of the house in Thrums, with its famous window. The decorations of the table, which were made under the direction of Mr. A. W. Drake, were, as usual, extremely tasteful and appropriate. Mr. Barrie, as his work suggests, is a man of great simplicity, genuineness, and modesty, and the speeches, while very warm and friendly, were characterized by a moderation which was no small tribute to the guest. When he rose to speak, Mr. Barrie was greeted with the most genuine cordiality. He spoke very quietly, without gestures, in an easy, conversational, and delightful tone, and his speech was pervaded by the humor and simplicity which have given so much charm to his books. He said in part: I wish I were not so terrified at the sound of my own voice, so that I could say how much we value the honor you do us this evening. But there is no denying I am a dumb dog-have been all my life. This is the only dinner that ever was given to me laughter], and I have but just now experienced a passionate desire to get beneath the table. I have dreaded this moment all the week, and at times I have actually wished that the silver candidate would be elected, for then none of you millionaires would have been able to pay for this dinner. I am sure you are all millionaires. I have had to give up many preconceived ideas of Americans since I came here, but this one about millionaires I will stick to. I asked some publishers here if the authors weren't all mill said instead, "I'll see you later." I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for this kindness, and I assure you that I shall never forget it as long as I live. Dr. Nicoll received a welcome not less cordial than did Mr. Barrie, and made a speech full of fresh and incisive comment in a voice at once vigorous and melodious, closing with a reference to the ties between this country and England which was entirely free from sentimentality and from the commonplace, and which won the hearts of his hearers. He said that he was no speechmaker, and that he was in a peculiarly difficult position, being the proud proprietor of eleven anecdotes, no one of which he dared repeat, because Mr. Barrie was familiar with them all. Those same anecdotes, he said, had taken on a canonical form. They could not be added to nor subtracted from. He then went on to give some pertinent impressions he had formed of the conditions of literature in America. "At a time when new books were exceedingly expensive in England," he said, "your authors could be published more cheaply, because there was no copyright. The course was wrong, but the result was that Longfellow was more read in England than Tennyson, and Emerson than Carlyle. I don't defend the piracy, but I don't know that I am altogether sorry to have lived in less ethical times than these." Dr. Nicoll regretted that poetry and history and criticism had been driven out of the field to so great an extent by fiction and journalism. He closed by referring to the kindly spirit that existed in England toward America, saying that when the German Emperor recently meddled in England's affairs, the hand of every Englishman could almost be seen feeling its way to his sword, but that after President Cleveland's message on the Venezuelan question there existed the determination that, come what would, England should resort to every means rather than come to combat with America. "I do not see that weariness is in England's heart, or languor on her brow," said the speaker, "but if failure or death should come, we should have one consolation. We should be proud of having been your mother." ionaires, and they said they didn't know for certain, Dudley Warner was both humorous and seri but that they all ought to be. The authors' opinion of the publishers 1 have not asked. Five minutes after I landed here I was asked by a reporter for my views on the money question, but I referred my questioner to my publisher. I have been asked many questions by reporters here, but the commonest one, I think, is what were the names of my books. Of course I always gave the list, and the next day I read with pleasure that I was Mr. Barrie, "whose books have drawn laughter and tears from all of us." One reporter was charmed "with my " Beside the Bonnie Brier Bush." I said he was very kind to say so, but Dr. Nicoll corrected him. Then he explained that he meant, of course, "The Stickit Minister," and when he found that that was also a mistake he declared that what he really meant was that charming serial now running in "The Century" and called "Silly Tommy." Another reporter asked me if I intended on my return to write a book of American notes, like those "Charles Dixon" had written. Another thing that my questioners have greatly desired to know is what I think of the American girl; but I have told no one that, and I shall tell it to no one except the American girl herself: I think I have already told it to one or two. The thing that has struck me most of all about your country is your colleges and universities-so many of them you have. I think they are the most splendid things in America. The ones I liked best of all are the colleges for girls, and the college for girls I liked best of all was Smith College, at Northampton, Mass. The Smith girl I liked best of all was-er-well, the only speech I ever made I made at Smith College, and the Smith girls made me promise not to address any more colleges for girls. What impresses me especially about this gathering is to see so many publishers and authors gather here, all quite friendly. Times have changed since a certain author was executed for murdering his publisher. They say that when the author was on the scaffold he said good-by to the minister and to the reporters, and then he saw some publishers sitting in the front row. below, and to them he did not say good-by. He Dr. Mitchell Mr. Howells, who rarely speaks, but who, when he does, always speaks to the point and to the pleasure of his auditors, after expressing his admiration for Mr. Barrie, commented upon Dr. Nicoll's remarks, and made some very interesting suggestions with regard to present literary conditions in this country. Mr. Charles ous, after his usual manner. and Mr. Thomas Nelson Page paid delicate and appropriate tributes to Mr. Barrie's work and genius, and Mr. Cable spoke of Mr. Barrie as a man; of his sincerity, simplicity, and tenderness, and of the fact that he is the most prominent and definitely revealed person in all his stories. Mr. J. Kennedy Tod, President of the St. Andrew's Society, and Mr. John Reid, Vice-President of the Society, admirably represented the Scotch element on the оссаsion, and combined with the bagpiper to furnish the proper Scotch background for the speeches and sentiment. The dinner was altogether an unusual tribute to the genius of a contemporary writer, and brought together, in an altogether exceptional way, the foremost American authors. Books Received For Week ending October 30 AMERICAN BOOK CO., NEW YORK, Dana, Mrs. Wiliam Starr. Plants and Their Children. Illustrated by Alice J. Smith. 65 cts. ARNOLD & CO., PHILADELPHIA Moffat, William D. 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They were all so disappointed that Howard's kitten was a cross one, and spoiled the fun for all the rest, that they decided to go play something else on the side porch. I am sorry to tell you about this, but before That's just what the darling meant," said she. long they were quarreling. I don't know what She asked the papa, and said he, As he trotted the youngster on his knee, Then she asked the question of little Lou: knee, Did this dear little, wise little maid. Said she, Now which of the three do you think guessed true What the baby meant by his "google goo"? Three Little Brothers By Mary Helen Fisk Howard, Raymond, and Ernest were three brothers who lived on a farm with their father and mother. The place they liked best of all to play in was the barn. Sometimes they found among the hay eggs that the speckled hen had laid; sometimes the hayloft was the scene of a fierce battle that would rage till they heard their father driving the horses in for their dinner; then they were firemen in a big city, and would clamber down the ladder and rival the firemen in their speed -excepting Ernest. He was a chubby little fellow, and was oftener called Chubby than Ernest, whose fat little legs could not get over the ground very fast, and who had a propensity to stop and laugh at the most critical moment, but in spite of that he always persevered and got there in time to see most of the fun. Their special interest just at present was in three little kittens. "There are three kittens and three boys, so each boy can have one kitten," said Howard. You see Howard had been to school and had studied arithmetic, and knew a great deal-so Ernest thought. "How many would we have if there were four kittens?" he asked. "One and one-third apiece," promptly answered Howard. "Why, Howard Williams," exclaimed Chubby, "you know we could not each own a third of a kitten!" "Well, I don't care," retorted Howard, "that's the answer in the arithmetic, and I heard the teacher say one day that figures never lied, so it must be right." "Do stop talking," said practical Raymond, "and come choose your kitten." That took some time, but after a while it was all settled. Raymond was to have the kitten with the most white on it; Howard the one with three white feet; and Ernest's had one white foot and white around its neck. Each day the kittens grew more and more cunning, excepting Howard's, and his was cross and selfish and unhappy. it was about, only they all wanted the same thing, and had gotten so excited over it that they did not realize how angry they were till they heard their mother saying, "We don't want any cross kittens here." They were very much ashamed and very still for a few moments, till Chubby spoke up and said, "I wonder if she will have to pick us up and drop us off the porch the way we did the kitten." That made them laugh so hard that their mother had to come out on the porch to see what the joke was.. "And now that you are my good, happy kittens," she said, "I am going to treat you to some milk and cookies." And it was a long time before any of these three little brothers were cross again, for they did not want to be like the naughty kitten. Tim and Tige Tim is a little New York street-boy. His father and mother died when he was a little baby, and his grandaunt, a very poor woman, took charge of him. Poor as Tim and his grandaunt were, when a dog who was poorer than Tim, because he had no home, followed Tim along the street from school and licked his hand, Tim decided that he must have that dog. He talked it over with Aunt Julia, and she decided that some way they would manage to support the dog. That was three years ago. This fall Aunt Julia became so old and feeble that it was not possible for her to take care of nine-year-old Tim and herself, but she would not give up. The doctor said Aunt Julia must go to a hospital, and the ambulance came and took her away. A nine-year-old boy who has to take care of himself has a rather hard time in New York, but Tim and Tige (that was the name that Tim had given the dog) remained in the little room, Tim perfectly determined to make a home for himself and Tige until Aunt Julia could get well and come home again. He was sure she would. But houses in New York are owned by people, and if they rent them out they expect to have their rent paid, and poor Tim soon found himself in arrears. He could not pay his rent. The woman who took charge of the house where Tim lived with Tige decided that something must be done, so she went to the office of the big society in New York which takes care of children, and told them about the boy and dog who were living in her house and had no one to take care of them. An officer from the society went to the house and took Tim to court. Tige followed close at his heels. The Judge decided that Tim must go to one of the big institutions in New York that take care of little children. Tim did not object until he found that Tige could not go, and then he cried. The boy and the dog were very sad. The police officers felt sorry for them both, but could not help them. Tige, giving every evidence of his great sorrow, followed the housekeeper back to the home where he and Tim had been so happy, but it was closed. A neighbor saw him and felt very sorry for him, and she adopted Tige. head of the big institution where Tim was sent that Tige and Tim should live together. Tige was taken to the institution, but there was no joy in him. He was just becoming accustomed to his new home, and here was another change, with no prospect of Tim, as far as his dogmind could see. He entered the office, where Tim, with a number of others, was waiting. Tim could not wait until Tige found him, so he called "Tige;" the dog sprang upon him with whines of joy, and Tim, crying because of his joy, clung to the dog's neck. Now in the institution Tige is a favorite of a great crowd of boys, but Tim is his little master. A Lesson One of the greatest problems with which teachers have to struggle is that of teaching their pupils to be moderate in the use of adverbs and adjectives. A gentleman whose children had annoyed him by the extravagant use of adverbs decided that he would cure them. He would make them see how perfectly ridiculous this extravagance in language was. He began by saying that he had been "horribly entertained" coming up in the streetcar, and in the course of his conversation, or rather monologue, he referred to some butter that he had eaten at a country hotel as "divinely rancid." The children looked at him in wonder and amazement, and at last one of them said, "Why, papa, I should think you were out of your head." "Oh, no," he replied, pleasantly, "I am only following the fashion. It took me a good while to work out that 'divinely rancid, but I think it is very good. I like it very much better than I do 'awfully sweet.' I think it is more effective. I mean hereafter to keep pace with the education of my children. Allow me to help you to a piece of this ' exquisitely tough 'beef." You may be sure that in that family adverbs of moderation are used, and that extravagance in adjectives is no longer tolerated. The Chickens' Friend There is a pet dog out West whose mistress keeps hens. This dog discovered one of the hens in a nest. It was evident that he could not understand why she sat there. Every day the dog went to the nest. At last one day the hen left the nest when the dog was near her, followed by a brood of chickens. The dog gazed in wonder. The hen fell to scratching the ground, and the dog saw that the chickens enjoyed what she threw out from the ground. surprise of the hen, the dog began To the scratching with all his might. The hen called her chicks, and they greatly enjoyed the feast he brought out for them. After that the dog and the mother worked together for the brood until they grew large enough to scratch for themselves. What Some Lilies Have Done In Florida there are a number of rivers. The current in some is very slow, and the waterplants grow rapidly and freely. This year the Government has been petitioned to destroy the lilies growing in some of these rivers, for they have grown so thickly that boats cannot be navigated through them. These lilies grow to the height of two or three feet above the water, and at some places cover the river from bank to bank. The method of destroying them is to pour gasoline on the surface of the water. This spreads and floats on the current going down stream. The gasoline is set on fire, and the flowers and buds are destroyed. A Hint By Henrietta R. Eliot The story was told in the newspapers, and A red glass makes everything seen through it a rich woman up town who loves dogs and While blue glass turns everything blue; So when every one seems to you selfish or cross, Perhaps the real fault is in you! -Selected.. Correspondence Armenians in America To the Editors of The Outlook: The facts relating to the arrival of Armenian refugees, sent to this country by Miss Frances L. Willard and Lady Henry Somerset, are probably well known to the readers of The Outlook. They may not be informed as to the manner in which these strangers within our gates have been provided for since they were allowed to land, after a weary detention at Ellis 'Island. The larger proportion were taken at once to Boston and other Massachusetts towns. The Salvation Army in New York is caring for others, and a party numbering twenty-nine were brought to Summit, N. J., on October 31. It is in behalf of this little colony that I wish to appeal to the readers of The Outlook, believing that we shall not look to them in vain for help and encouragement in our efforts to care for these men and women who have barely escaped with their lives to our shores, and who have brought little with them except an eager desire to learn our language and to become self-supporting. The Summit Woman's Auxiliary of the Armenian Relief Association is at present responsible for their support, but its treasury is empty, and it required faith and courage to assume this charge. A house has been rented which has been furnished with the bare necessities for living. It shelters twenty men, five women, and several children. A young Armenian, more intelligent and better educated than the others, has been sent by the Salvation Army to act as interpreter and to teach them English. It will be remembered that after the last massacre at Constantinople many of these people escaped by swimming to the merchant vessels in the harbor, which will account for the large majority of men. A few are laborers, but most of them are artisans, and include two silk-weavers, tailors, shoemakers, metalworkers, and a watchmaker. One man would like to learn carpentry, and two want positions as servants. The great need at present is funds with which to provide daily food and help in finding places for them. This community has already given most generously to the Armenian cause, nearly $1,000 having been sent for their relief before this last crying need arose. Three men and two women have already been placed, but we cannot find openings for all here. A week has passed since their arrival, and every day the question is asked of those who are trying to help them, "What work?" Will not men and women in other communities help us to give the answer? Gifts of money, however small, for temporary support, or communications with reference to opportunities for employment, will be gladly received, and may be sent to Mrs. Hamilton W. Mabie, Summit, N. J. All such communications will be promptly acknowledged. A Protest1 To the Editors of The Outlook: Μ. I read in The Outlook the following sentence: "If we believe this [i.e. that God is love, and that love suffereth long and is kind, etc.], we should not believe that God has to be appeased by another's suffering in order that he may be kind." There is more of the same kind in the article, but I will quote no more. The Outlook is, I think, a widely circulated journal. It is a newspaper probably of great influence, great power. Very probably a good many people, older and younger, look to it for news and for guidance in matters of truth and duty. May we not suppose that scores, may we say hundreds, are in some degree dependent upon it for direction in their search for religious truth, and in regard to the duties arising out of religious truth? Let us suppose one such case-the case of a young man who is thinking seriously on religious themes. He may even have got so far along as to say, or to be revolving in his own thoughts the question, "What must I do to be saved?" He has his Bible, of course, but not much religious reading or instruction besides the Bible. He is restricted to a single religious paper. In that paper he is taught that, inasmuch as God is love, there is no need of any divine intervention, no need of any expiation of guilt, no need that God should have "to be appeased by another's suffering that he may be kind:" i.e., as the young man would understand, of course, that sin may be forgiven and the sinner saved, he would feel greatly encouraged, would he not? He had supposed that there was great difficulty in the way of his salvationthough he hardly knew what it was or is. But The Outlook is a great paper. It is issued under the editorial supervision of Mr. Beecher's great successor. Can it be wrong? Must it not be right? Shall he not dismiss all thought of anything but the divine goodness or love, and simply rest in and on that, independently and absolutely, as the sole 1 See editorial in another column. ground of his expectation and hope of heaven? Somehow he has his misgivings. The leaves of his Bible turn strangely sometimes, and here he reads, in connection with a wonderful and glorious setting forth of the divine mercy, these words: "And will by no means clear the guilty." And on another page he reads: "For our God is a consuming fire," and "angry every day." He reads these words over and over until he is satisfied that he has made no mistake in the reading. He is perplexed-uneasy. He dare not utterly ignore these seemingly terrific sentences. He wishes The Outlook would explain them. Will The Outlook undertake the task and guide this anxious, troubled soul along the path of truth and safety? The young man finds a good deal in one part of the Bible about sacrifice, the offering of lambs and bullocks on an altar. It is a complicated and mysterious ritual; but it is clear that the principal part, and apparently the most significant and vital part of the whole ceremonial is just this offering of the victim. The offerer brings the animal to the altar, lays his hand upon the head of the victim, and slays it. Then the blood is disposed of by priestly hands. It is all a mystery. Has it any meaning? Has it any significance in which he himself, our young troubled friend, has any interest or concern? Would the editors of The Outlook, or any one of them, undertake to instruct and guide him? Would the successor of Mr. Beecher take him by the hand, and, beginning at that same scripture, as Philip the Evangelist did on a well-known occasion, preach to him Jesus? Doithe editors of The Outlook or the successor of Mr. Beecher ever read those passages about the lamb or bullock, the altar and the blood, without saying audibly in words or in the silence of their thoughts: Not all the blood of beasts But Christ the heavenly Lamb The lines are familiar, I am sure. "My faith would lay her hand," etc. If the agitated and troubled friend should come to me with his questionings, I would direct him at once to Christ as the Lamb slain for our offenses and raised again for our justification. Does The Outlook say that I would do wrong and that I should lead the inquirer to destruction? or does The Outlook hold that there is no such thing as destruction in the realm of man's spiritual interests? The inquiring friend might possibly have just been reading the fifty-third chapter of Isaiah, and might be in great wonder and perplexity as to what its real meaning might be. How would The Outlook expound that passage, "the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all"? "Of whom speaketh the prophet thus"? On this same general subject I wonder if our Lord Jesus himself ever uttered a clear, unmistakable word? There is a good deal said in our day about getting back to Jesus. I have my own idea as to the real meaning, the true inwardness, of that phrase. But no matter. Let us go back to Jesus, as we are invited to do. "The Son of man came not to be ministered to, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many." What does that language mean? "Ransom;" what does that word mean; for many (anti), the very preposition from which it is impossible to expunge the idea of exchange, of substitution-" to give his life a ransom for many"? What instruction would our young, anxious friend get from the officials of The Outlook in reference to these words of Jesus, and in reference to his own interests as apparently involved in the language of the Lord? For myself I should direct him at once to the Lord Jesus as the sinner's only Saviour. And I should tell him that Jesus was a Saviour because, and only because, he had died for sinners, the just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God. I should tell him that Jesus hath been set forth to be a propitiation through faith in his blood, that God might be just and the justifier of him that believeth in Jesus. I should tell him that an awful curse did indeed and does hang over every sinner, but that Christ hath redeemed us from the curse of the law, having been made a curse for us. And, inasmuch as Christ hath borne our sins (the sins of men) in his own body on the tree, I should urge our inquiring friend to make an immediate surrender and count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus our Lord, that he might win Christ, and be found in him, not having his own righteousness which is of the law, but that which is through the faith of Christ the righteousness which is of God by faith. Should he or any one ask me what he was to do that he might work the works of God, I should at once reply, "This is the work of God, that thou believe on him whom God hath sent." Is there any possibility of calling in question the strictly atoning, vicarious, expiatory character of the sufferings and death of Jesus with the New Testament open before us? Was not Jesus made sin for us, though ** Cleveland's Baking Powder is good clear to the bottom of the box. he himself knew no sin, that we might be made therighteousness of God in him? I should tell one who should come to me for instruction, not that God was good or kind, which, though it is perfectly true, would have little bearing on his own case as a sin-ner, but that God was merciful and gracious, forgiv ing iniquity, transgression, and sin, and that he would-would clear the guilty through Jesus Christ who had died for our sins, according to the Scriptures. I would assure the inquirer that Christ wasa merciful and faithful high priest, able to save to the uttermost all who should come unto God through him. And very probably I should further assure him that out of Christ and apart from his sacrifice there was, there could be, no salvation, inasmuch as "our God is a consuming fire." I should, therefore. urge him to act without delay, and come or go lowly bowing, hardly venturing, indeed, to lift his eyes to the holy majesty of the heavens, but saying, "God be merciful to me a sinner." "In my hands no price I bring, simply to thy cross I cling," bleeding. dying Christ! I regard the denial of the Atonement of the Son of God as a wickedness so awful, so colossal in its magnitude, and so crimson in its guiltiness that I know not indeed how to describe it. What proposition can be true-would The Outlook form a statement that is certainly true?-if it is not true that to reject the Atonement, to repudiate the substitutionary and expiatory character of Jesus's death, and to say that God is good and kind, as the proper direction to be given to an inquiring sinner in reference to his salva. tion, is to reject the Gospel of the Son of God and lead a soul to death, so far as the influence of such teaching goes? J. A. ANNIN, Pastor Presbyterian Church. Rolla, Mo. Madame Roland To the Editors of The Outlook: In behalf of a generation whose members were young half a century ago, I wish to make a protest against the review of Miss Tarbell's "Madame Roland," which appeared in your issue of September 19. In this article you state that Miss Tarbell's Life is the only one, with the exception of Miss Blind's, that has appeared of the noble patriot and states In my youth I read Abbott's "Red His tory" of Madame Roland, and its pages are almost as fresh in my memory as if they had been read and written at the end of this nineteenth century instead of way back in the fifties. The quaint engravings woman. of the precocious child are still before my mind's eye, and the entire text of the book is like a wordpicture, long ago painted, but still bright and beautitul and undimmed by time. There are so many books to read now that the memory of Abbott's history, intensified by graphic fragments from Carlyle and others, must make all the most of us can ever know of Madame Roland. My love for Jacob and John S. C. Abbott, and my loyalty to them, leads me to ask you to print once more the following wellknown quotation from Abraham Lincoln's opinion of Abbott's "Red Histories:" Higher Criticism and the Verdict of the Monu- In 2 Peter iii., 10, we are told that the earth is to Science has settled on no positive conclusion about this. Some look forward to a time when the earth will have become what the moon is now, a frosty globe; others look beyond this to a final fall of the earth into the sun, and its consequent return "In a conversation with the President just before to elemental gas. As the glacial periods, of which his death, Mr. Lincoln said: 'I want to thank you geology informs us, will doubtless be repeated in and your brother for Abbott's series of Histories. I coming centuries, we shall probably be frozen up a have not education enough to appreciate the pronumber of times before we are burned up. found works of voluminous historians; and if I had, I have no time to read them. But your series of his tories gives me, in brief compass, just that knowledge of past men and events which I need. I have read them with the greatest interest. To them I am indebted for about all the historical knowledge I have." If any author can write as well for the "twentieth century American" as the Abbott brothers did for us of the nineteenth, I think he, or she, is to be congratulated. E. F. Notes and Queries In "A Theological Etching," October 17, you say, ***What becomes of the monstrous philosophy that because God is an infinite Being, sin against him deserves and will receive his infinite wrath?" I do not desire to quibble about words, but the evident tenor of the article is to do away with the "abiding wrath of God," and to dwell upon the love of God alone. That, evidently, is your "philosophy;" but is it according to God's Word? I believe that God is love, for I accept God's Word therein; but I believe also that "he that obeyeth not the Son shall not see life, but the wrath of God abideth on him," for God's Word declares it. I find many sinners who are led by such teachings as yours to go on in a false hope. The natural man may delight in such " philosophy," but the poor in spirit seeks not the "wisdom of men," but in humility trembles at His word," and, believing that God is love, he also believes that there is a judgment, that the wicked shall go away into everlasting punishment and the righteous into everlasting life, and that the only availing righteousness is that "which is of God by faith" in Jesus Christ, who "died for our sins." You say at the close of your article, "This is the New Testament outline of God," etc. It is The Outlook's outline, my good friend, and I cannot but regret its tendency. T. J. K. That "God is love" makes it inevitable that the despiser brings hurt and loss upon himself. This is the "judgment," and we insist upon it as you do. But you do not see that your text, "the wrath of God abideth on him," raises the question, How long? Evidently only so long as he "believeth not." You will also observe that the wrath of an infinite being needs to be distinguished from the idea of an infinite wrath. Not to make this distinction is a great error. It produces an unbelief in the teaching of the Bible, which can be abated only by abating the violence done to that teaching by strained interpretation. "Press not the breasts of Holy Writ too hard," said an ancient bishop, "lest they yield blood instead of milk." The absolute knowledge and absolute power which the metaphysicians attribute to Deity do seem inconsistent with any of those elements of emotional lite which the Scriptures attribute to Him, and which the poets of all ages have attributed to Him. We agree with the Scriptures and the poets rather than with the metaphysicians. If His power were literally absolute He could display no skill, for skill consists in overcoming obstacles by the adaptation of means to an end. If He knows everything absolutely, everything is absolutely settled and there could be no free will, but free will is the ultimate fact of human life. The omniscience and omnipotence of God are to be interpreted as literary, not as metaphysical, terms, meaning that he is the Allpowerful and the All-wise. Professor Kuenen ("Religion of Israel") states that no Old Testament books were written at an earlier date than 800 в.с., but gives no grounds for the statement. How does he, and the scholars who agree with him, arrive at the age of the different books? Is anything positively known as to their S. L. P. date? It would far exceed our limits to tell you how this conclusion has been reached. Many questions of date are largely matters of theory. But a distinction must be made. It is one thing to say that a book as we have it (Genesis, for instance) is of comparatively late date. It is another thing to say that there were no earlier writings from which it was compiled, but only traditions. The contention of the higher criticism that writing was of late origin in Palestine has been overthrown. For proof see Sayce's "The Will you tell me where I can find any good magazine articles on Spain in America-the extent of her past in contrast with her present possessions, and the effect of her government, especially in her relations with Cuba? Fiske gives an admirable account of Spain's beginnings in America, but I want information regarding the results of her system as they developed in succeeding catastrophes. E. F. For magazine articles, consult "Poole's Index," to be found in the libraries in your city. See also the "Story of the Nations" series (Putnams, New York) -the "Story of Mexico," for instance. A new book, "The Island of Cuba," will be of help to you. (Henry Holt & Co., New York.) 1. What is the best work on Biblical Theology, especially Old Testament theology? 2. What are several of the best works on Isaiah, for one who wants to preach a series of expository sermons on the entire book? M. 1. We can strongly commend Schultz's work on Old Testament theology. 2. The volume on Isaiah in the Expositor's Bible; " The Book of Isaiah," by Professor G. A. Smith; "The Book of Isaiah, Chronologically Arranged: an Amended Version," by Professor Cheyne; to which add "The Prophets of Israel," by Professor W. R. Smith. For the issues of the Religious Tract Society, London, sometimes referred to in this column, it should be stated that the Fleming H. Revell Company (New York, Chicago, and Toronto) are the sole agents on this side the Atlantic. In Notes and Queries for September 19 I find a ROYAL BAKING POWDER Absolutely Pure. A cream of tartar ba ng powder. Highest of all in "Oh! what is this that knows the road I came; question asked by " W. B. 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