WOMEN WANTED.

Women are wanted. Ah, yes! Women who know their own business better than their neighbors'. Women who are true and pure. Women who will not weary in well-doing, who will neither flag nor flinch. Women who know their mission. Women who will daily do loving services, gentle little kindnesses-and do them unosten. tatiously. Women who will see that bare pantries. are supplied, and that the shelterless find homes.

Women are greatly wanted. Women who will not drift with the tide, but will courageously stem the current. Women who live to please God, not themselves. Women with noble, generous souls, whose hearts will utter "Godspeed," as workers grow faint and hands grow weary. Women who will not allow their noble impulses to be crushed by the customs of society. Women who will be the stepping-stones to lift people up-not stumb ling-blocks to hinder and cause them to fall. Women who listen to the still, small voice and heed its admonitions. Women with clear brains and ready hands and willing hearts, who know their "life work," and do it.

Yes, women are wanted. Women who know how much power there is in a gentle, encouraging word, how much force there is in a hopeful proph ecy. Women who will sow their loving acts. broadcast, believing that kind words never die. Women who extend a helping hand all along life's pathway. Women with clear understanding, quick perception, and good judgment. Women of patience. Women of forethought, of discrimination, and great generosity. Women who will brave the scorn of this world to be crowned of God.

THE NEW SCHOOLHOUSE.

Things aint now as they used to be
A hundred years ago,

When schools were kept in private rooms
Above stairs or below:

When sturdy boys and rosy girls

Romped through the drifted snow,

And spelled their duty and their "abs,"
A hundred years ago.

Those old schoolrooms were dark and cold
When winter's sun ran low;

But darker was the master's frown

A hundred years ago;

And high hung up the birchen rod,
That all the school might see,

Which taught the boys obedience,
As well as Rule of Three.

Though 'twas but little that they learned,
A hundred years ago,

Yet what they got they ne'er let slip,-
'Twas well whipped in, you know.

But now the times are greatly changed,
The rod has had its day,

The boys are won by gentle words,

The girls by love obey.

The schoolhouse now a palace is,

And scholars kings and queens;

They master algebra and Greek
Before they reach their teens.
Where once was crying, music sweet
Her soothing influence sheds;
Ferrules are used for beating time,
And not for beating heads.

Yes, learning was a ragged boy,
A hundred years ago;
With six weeks' schooling in a year,
What could an urchin know?
But now he is a full-grown man,
And boasts attainments rare,
He's got his silver slippers on,
And running everywhere.

THE CHARGE OF THE RUM BRIGADE.

MARY S. WHEELER.

All in league, all in league,

All in league onward,
All in the Valley of Death,
Walked the Six Hundred.

"Forward the Rum Brigade!
Cheers for the Whisky Raid!"
Into the Valley of Death
Walked the Six Hundred.

"Forward the Rum Brigade!"
Were all their triends dismayed?
Yes; and the soldiers knew

Each one had blundered.

Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to drink and die.

Into the Valley of Death
Walked the Six Hundred.

Drunkards to right of them,
Drunkards to left of them,
Drunkards in front of them,
One million numbered.
Oaths fell like shot and shell,
Rum did its work so well.
Into the jaws of Death,

Into the mouth of Hell

Walked the Six Hundred.

Garments torn-cupboards bareChildren with naught to wear; Sleeping in gutters their

Fathers are lying, while

All the world wondered.

Plunged into want and woe,
Onward they madly go.
Weeping in anguish,

Wives sit, for well they know,
Shattered and sundered,
None will come back who go
Of the Six Hundred.

Curses to right of them,
Curses to left of them,
Curses behind them

Volleyed and thundered.
Stormed at by those who sell,
They, who had paid so well,

Well had been plundered.

Clenched teeth and livid brow,

Delirium tremens now,

Thus young and old men fell
Into the jaws of Death,