When Conrad came in the evening, the moon was shining high; Baby and I were both crying-I couldn't tell him why But a battered suit of rebel gray was hanging on the wall, And a thin old horse, with drooping head, stood in Kentucky's stall. Well, he was kind, and never once said a hard word to me; He knew I couldn't help it 'twas all for the Tennessee. But, after the war was over, just think what came to pass— A letter, sir; and the two were safe back in the old Blue grass. The lad had got across the border, riding Kentucky Belle; And Kentuck, she was thriving, and fat, and hearty, and well; He cared for her, and kept her, nor touched her with whip or spur. Ah! we've had many horses since, but never a horse like her! - Constantine Fennimore Woolson. FRANCES E. WILLARD. Miss Frances E. Willard, "the best loved woman in America," was born in Churchville, New York. A healthy childhood out of doors contributed to that characteristic of hers-super abundant energy. After graduating from the Northwestern Female College, she taught successfully in several Western towns; traveled in Europe, Palestine, and Egypt in 1869-71. Upon her return she lectured in Chicago. When the new movement against the liquor traffic was set in motion. in 1874, she resigned the position of president of Evanston College for Ladies, to which she had been elected in 1871, and since 1876 has been actively identified with the temperance cause. In 1879 she became president of the National Woman's Christian Temperance Union, and hers is the honor of originating the first international organization for women, the World's Woman's Christian Temperance Union -the largest in the world, numbering over 200,000 members. From 1892 to the day of her death she was editor-in-chief on the Union Signal, the official organ of the World's and National Woman's Christian Temperance Union, and was seldom without a pen in her hand. As an organizer and manager of large numbers she had few equals, and her earnestness and eloquence have rendered her a popular and effective platform orator. She died February 17, 1898. The beauty of her unselfish life and the wealth of her sympathy for unfortunate humanity are an inspiration and benediction for all. OUR WHITE LADYE. So pale she lies, in sweet repose! On this sad earth. From her cold brow Doth thine anointed vision see, How Church and State together bow They loved thee so, best of our best, White Ladye, though before thine eyes The portals fair of Paradise Unfold on thine enraptured view The heaven that shone thy white soul through Though high the victor's anthem swells Where thou dost walk the asphodels, Still shalt thou lead us, still command "For God, and home, and native land." -Robert Mc Intyre. William A. Quayle, clergyman and author, was born in Parkville, Missouri, June 25, 1860. He was graduated from Baker University in 1885 after a course of almost unparalleled student activity and brilliance. Shortly after graduation he was recalled to a professorship in his Alma Mater, and but a few years later was chosen president. At present Dr. Quayle is pastor of the St. James Methodist church of Chicago, and while he is a pastor in the fullest meaning of the term, he is at the same time a virile man of affairs. He is a man of strong poetic temperament and of pronounced classical tastes, and yet he is keenly alive to and appreciative of the actual social and industrial conditions of the day. Among his best known writings are: "The Poet's Poet and Other Essays," "The Prairie and the Sea," "In God's Out of Doors," "Lowell as a Religious Leader," etc. All his writings show the vigor of his thought, the beauty and delicacy of his imagination and the universal character of his sympathy. |