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Incidents in Mission Life. 189eould look out on the Black Sea. The steamer most pitiless stifles every enterprize, and makespassed back and forwards from one side of the progress impossible, l'he Minister of FinanceBosphorous to the other, all the way np so that was ordered to launch a loan but it did not float.we saw this world renowned place—ihe theater By dint oi enormous securities, a few thousandof such stirring historical events, affecting the pounds were borrowed at fabulous rates af interwholeworld. Here stands a wonderful elaborate est to give one halt month's pay to the officialspalace—vast,' expensive, beautiful—while in close and government servants to help them keep theproximity to it stand hovels in disorder, on feast of Bairam. This spent, what next ? Sixcrooked streets, or alleys. Some portions of the oi the great sources of revenue are pledged to paystreets are as elaborate as the Boulevards of Paris, their foreign debts, 'ihese are found insufficientyet ending in amudhole! Nestling in beautiful to satisfy their creditors who are clamoring forgardens overlooking the Bosphorous with its busy the receipts from customs on imports. Russia issteamers and caiques hurrying hither and thither, urging her claims for war indemnity. Two payarecharming villas and residences of the wealthy, ments are now due.nicely proportioned and beautifully decorated.On one eminence is the palace of a suicide sultan. Strange to see a city over two thousandOn another a palace nearly every room of which is years old in such a slovenly conditiou ! Pera hasstained with blood. On stUl another height are one or two streets rivaling Paris, but they areseraglios whose inhabitants seem to be awaiting Christian. Hovels, palaces, mosques, narrow,their doom. Constantinople is truly an emblem crooked, Ul-paved streets, are the characteristicsof the whole empire. Extreme poverty huddled of the city. Around the mosques somber cypressabout unholy luxury, and ease quite oblivlDos of trees darkly oversiiadow the graves of the Moslemthe hard, hard lot of the wretched and ignorant dead ; while the wind sighs sad dirges over thcpoor ! The resources of the government, instead iantastic tombstones all leaning over, or confusedlyof being providentiy husbanded, have been lav- lying about unkept, untidy, and chaotic—fit oinishedon the veriest bubbles, while extortion blem of their religion and empire." MITHER " °*^ly- ^°'^ stamp your image first and deepest onthe human soul.—The Mission Field.An old gray-headed Scotchwoman lay on her , ^„^t^t^ ^r^^^dying bed, and called again and again for her THE LIFE-GIVING WORD.mother. Friends, kindred, famUy, and associates It is reported that in the village Underoon,were forgotten ; the only word upon her Ups, the hidden away in the Taurus, there was an Armenonlymemory Ungering in her heart, was " mither." ian merchant who, fiveyears ago, happened toThat mother had been sleeping in her grave for see a Bible in the hands of a neighbor, lie bemore than fiftyyears ; and yet Uke a weary child, gan to read therein, and soon learned the way ofthe gray-hahed woman, with her furrowed coun- salvatiou. Every Sabbath morning he holds atenance and withered heart, longed like an infant Bible class, preaches in the afternoon and has ato nestle in her mother's arms. school of a dozen children. At least a score ofMother, do you know the power God has given people owe tlieir conversion to his example andyoa ? You touch strings that may vibrate in the teaching. This little colony of Christians is notgreat beyond-keys that may wake eternal mei- indebted to any foreign mission agency.