entered upon his new duties, Oct. 17, 1859. He was not, however, formally inducted into the office till Jan. 11, 1860. His inaugural address delivered on that occasion was published, and received general commendation. His first Baccalaureate Sermon was pronounced before the graduating class of the University in June of that year. In Maine, while connected with our literary institutions, Mr. Weston was accustomed to preach nearly every Sunday. During his second engagement at Waterville,he preached regularly, at different times, in West Waterville,Readfield, and Skowhegan,and occasionally at other places in the vicinity. While in Westbrook he preached continuously to the society in that place for four years, and afterwards during a portion of the time. During the last two years he officiated statedly in West Cumberland, and frequently in other places in the neighborhood. His strength was thus severely tasked, and only a man of naturally strong constitution could have endured the labor. We are told that he preaches less frequently at the West He finds that the labor, care and anxiety attendant upon his position, as President of a young and growing University, are a sufficient draft upon his physical powers; and we think that the brief account given below of what he has done in that capacity, during his incumbency, will show that he is wise in not attempting He has little time to prepare discourses; but the few he is able to give contain the mature thoughts of weeks and months of meditation upon the high themes of which he speaks. more. It is no disparagement of his earlier efforts as a preacher, to say that we find in his later sermons the indications of a vigorous growth of his mental and spiritual powers. When in Maine, he ranked among the best of our preachers. His sermons were characterized by good sense, vitalized by a quiet and thoughtful piety. While the same element pervades his later efforts, we perceive in them also a breadth of view and ripeness of thought, which come from his large experience as a scholar, teacher, pastor and minister. Comparing his Baccalaureate Sermon of 1868 with his few published discourses of former years, we find abundant evidence that his opportunities had not been lost upon him | self, and that, while he has been so persistently laboring for the good of others, he has himself attained to a higher intellectual and spiritual plane. And, perhaps, his experience in the winter of 1866, when for many days he lay apparently at death's door, has contributed its share to the clearness of his spiritual insight. He cannot now think of his terrible sufferings, and of his providential recovery without deep emotion. While the disease-the confluent small-pox-has taken away somewhat of the fairness of the countenance, it has at the same time added to the beauty of the spirit. The honorary degree of Doctor of Divinity was conferred upon Mr. Weston by Tufts College at its annual commencement in 1864. It was the graceful tribute of our noble young college in the East to the learning and piety of the President of a sister college in the West. The young teacher at South Montville found one pupil who was not only greatly benefitted by his instructions, but who was destined to contribute very much in return to the success and happiness of his life. That scholar was Miss Eliza Elden Woodman, to whom he was married Jan. 9, 1841. Only one child now lives-Mary Emeline Weston, a graduate, we think, of the University over which her father presides. Dr. Weston is yet but in the full maturity of his powers. Our readers, we are sure, will beartily unite with us in expressing the hope that his life and strength may yet many years be spared, to continue the work he has so well begun in the West. The above was written, and sent to the Publishing House, with the expectation that a zealous co-laborer of Dr. Weston in the West would prepare some more definite account of his labors in behalf of Lombard University, to be appended to our sketch of his life. The fault is not ours that the account has not been furnished. The Doctor possesses executive and financial abilities, which peculiarly fit him for the position he holds. Before he was called to it, one who knew him well at the East, himself one of the best business men on the Kennebec, said of him, that he was capable of managing the largest business establishment in the country. The institution required the | services of such a President; and the nine years of his administration demonstrate the wisdom of the choice that was made of him for that office. The University was greatly in debt, and depended for the salaries of the Professors upon a constantly depreciating scholarship fund. The income from all sources was small, and every year growing less; while the financial condition of the country was not such as to justify endeavors to raise an endowment. In 1860, efforts were made to obtain ten thousand dollars, to keep the wheels moving, till better times should come. Subscriptions of one hundred dollars each were started, the payment of which was contingent upon securing the whole amount. After two years, only three thousand dollars had been subscribed. The life of the college was in danger. The President took the field in person, travelling during the summer vacation of 1862, and calling upon all from whom he could reasonably expect sympathy and aid. By indomitable effort, the subscription was carried up to about thirteen thousand dollars, and the pressing present needs of the institution were provided for. grounds, and courses of study, have been improved. Diligently he has wrought to this end, from year to year. Where other men would have been discouraged, and retired from the herculean work in disgust and despair, he has remained at his post, taking such beggarly pay for his services as he could get, and laboring on as bravely as though he were being personally enriched by his efforts. Through the darkest days, he has not bated his faith in the ultimate prosperity of the University, or spoken of its Future otherwise than hopefully. Baffled again and again, he has known how to organize victory out of defeat, and has rallied its little handful of friends to new efforts in its behalf. For his sake, as well as that of the denomination, we are glad he is beginning to see light arising out of darkness; and we trust that he will yet be permitted to see the institution approximating somewhat to his grand ideal of a first-class Western denominational University. YOUNG LOVE. BY MRS. MARY C. GRANNIS. Oh! young Love, with thy white sails furled, During the last year of the war, the proj- Fearlessly launch'd upon ocean's wide breast, ect was started to raise an endowment of one hundred thousand dollars. It required much persistent effort to bring the minds of our people at the West up to the thought. The Northwestern Conference took the matter in hand, and zealous friends were enlisted in behalf of the movement. In the midst of these efforts, Dr. Weston was stricken down with the disease to which reference has been made. Barely surviving the shock, when sufficiently recovered, he put himself again in the harness, and did not relax his endeavors till the full sum of one hundred thousand dollars was secured. It was a great thing, thus to place the University on a permanent foundation; it was a greater thing, to educate the public to the necessity of liberal giving in behalf of denominational purposes. The institution was blest in receiving, but the people were doubly blest in giving. Daring Dr. Weston's presidency, the University has grown slowly into form, and also into the confidence and favor of the public. Not only the finances, but also the building, Skies brightly flush'd, Ne'er, oh! Love, be thy white sails furl'd! Comes with life's morrow, Gliding along to the beautiful world, Peaceful and fair may thy voyaging be! THE warm sunshine and the gentle zephyr may melt the glacier which has bid defiance to the howling tempest; so the voice of kindness will touch the heart which no severity could subdue. THE PATH THROUGH THE BARRENS. 66 BY HELEN L. BOSTWICK, CHAPTER I. WORSHIP IN THE WILDERNESS. God as a throned and sceptred King, sitting afar off, curtained amid clouds of awful glory, environed by cherubim and seraphim, and an innumerable host of angels and archangels; not as the watchful Friend who is never far from every one of us; as an austere Judge clothed in ireful majesty, who could ET us pray," said Abel Glenn, as he be won to grant his suppliant's petitions, from which he had only by humiliating self-depreca just read the fifth and sixth chapters of the Epistle to the Romans. The whole family kneeled; the father, in whose dark hair a few bleaching threads were beginning their infallible record; the little tired-looking woman at his side; four sturdy boys, and two small sun-burnt girls who even as they knelt, furtively watched the movements of a yet younger child, who lay rolling and frolicking in perfect contentment among the thin moss and grass at their feet. It was a grand and solemn sanctuary that grassy nook, set, island-like, in the heart of the ancient forest. Looking upward through the interlocked branches, the deep blue of the sky grew deeper, and the soft clouds fleecier, while on the grass beneath, the trembling shadows fell in a fine and changeful tracery. Light green plumes of lower branching trees nodded near at hand, among which the everflying sun-shuttles wove their dazzling webs. Garrulous red squirrels "skittered" along the boughs; far aloft, the birds flung out their merry matins, and bore the sunshine on their wings from tree-top to tree-top. There were hints of a little brook too, not far away; a smothered gurgle now and then, as if it laughed in its sleep, a breath of moister coolness, that seemed to float up at intervals from a spot in the wood where the undergrowth looked closer and darker than elsewhere. And over all and pervading all, was the sweet humid freshness of a sunny morning in early summer; nowhere else so sweet as in Natures lonely places" where none but God hath wrought," and which, to the simply reverent heart, seem filled with his visible presence" far beyond any temple made with hands. Abel Glenn prayed, and his prayer was the prayer of a man faithful to his trust, but not trustful in his faith; of one who worships tion dishonoring God as well as the creature he has made, and by the most abject confessions of unworthiness; not as a compassionate Father, who disciplines his children but is never alineated from them, who loves to give good gifts to all that ask him. It was the prayer of service, not of sonship. Yet Abel Glenn was a man of great simplicity and earnestness in spiritual things; anxious about his own salvation, striving to be faithful to his convictions of duty; cherishing a harrassing fear of being “at ease in Zion," fearful almost of the innocent gambols of his children, lest they betrayed the carnal mind which is enmity against God. He spoke of the home they had left behind, of the children born in it, who were growing up to be monuments of the saving mercy of God, or else vessels of wrath fitted for destruction. He prayed for the "lambs" of unknown parentage, who had but lately been adopted into their fold, that they might early be impressed with a sense of their lost and ruined condition; and, taught by divine help to shun the snares and pitfalls of this wicked world, be at last adopted into the great company of the just made perfect. He prayed that in the new home, upon whose threshold they had almost entered, this household might still continue a household of faith, warning many to flee from the wrath to come. That the religion of Christ might go on conquering and to couquer, till all the doors of iniquity in league with the legions of Satan, should feel the consuming fires of an offended God. And in all the pauses of this prayer, and when the final Amen was said, the "Exultemus Domino" of the birds rang out on the air the partridge whirred in the bushesthe wild flowers kept swaying to the south wind and the out-reaching arms of trees waved overhead their benediction. "Let us now sing to the praise and glory | leaned her head against a tree and did not of God, the hymn commencing: "Ah, how shall fallen man Be just before his God? If he contend in righteousness The children sang, and so did their mother. Her voice was sweet but not strong; it faltered often as she accompanied her husband's deep bass in these lines: The mountains in thy wrath, Their ancient seats forsake, The trembling earth deserts her place Ah how shall guilty man Contend with such a God? None, none can meet him and escape, But through the Savior's blood! "I expect," said Mr. Glenn as the last faint note died away, "I expect and desire that though here is no minister and no meetin'-house, and none of our usual Sunday privileges, we shall remember that it is God's holy day all the same, and that his searching eye is upon us here as everywhere. Children, let there be no idle talk, nor loud laugh- | ing, nor racin' around in the woods. Nor any diggin' roots, either!" hear. "Why diggin' roots is more like work. You see we have to dig to dig roots, and we only have to pick to pick berries.” In spite of this logical presentation of the case, the little querist's face wore a look of deep perplexity, "But any how,” she said at last, the self-complacency coming back "if we take hold of a plant or a little bush, and pull it the leastest mite, and it pulls right up as easy, root and all, that ain't diggin'; and it ain't wicked, I know." "I suppose not," the other answered, thoughtfully, " Oh, Linnie do you like that hymn Pa sung this morning?" "I don't admire it," rejoined the other sententiously." They never learnt us any such hymns at the 'Sylum. Enough to scare folks!" "Wait till it rains, and then see," suggested the matter.of-fact sisterr "What if you did crawl into a log, your clothes would be sopping wet. And the trees would look | all drizzly, and the birds wouldn't sing, and everything would be sticky, and you'd wish. yourself in Halifax. Snow, too — ugh!" Lissa had no answer ready, but her face looked I don't believe it.' Very young children sometimes give evidence of a spirit so closely en rapport with things simple, pure, elemental, things that are "created and not constructed" that Nature even in her wildest and bitterest moods cannot ་ - wean them from her. Sad for them when the world and the things in the world early wean them, as they too often do, from this their first love. While Abel Glenn went to see if his horses had made a comfortable breakfast in the spot where he had tethered them, the four older boys reconnoitred the wood, keeping well together, and careful of their bearings. Thickets and swampy spots were explored, mysterious holes and cavities investigated, sometimes to the discomfiture to the young operators; as when a cunning little snake with hit-and-miss stripes all over his back, thrust out a tiny forked tongue at little Tom, and afterward, entrenching himself behind a stone, caused the enemy to retreat in great disorder. They bent down the lithe saplings, but dared not swing; they rested by the brookside; they gathered a few flowers and lost them again; they made whistles out of twigs, and blew them a little “just to try them." They talked; how blithely they talked, the happy unsoiled spirits, - of the rosy future that was to come "when father's farm was paid for;" they gathered more flowers, made more whistles, watched the squirrels, and the sun, and at noon made their way back to the "moving wagon," heated and hungry, but sublimely satisfied with themselves and all surroundings. The Glenn family had not expected to spend this Sabbath in the wilderness. They were now but one day's journey from the home of their adoption. But on Saturday just as they were leaving the small village at which they had spent the night, in glad anticipation of seeing the sunset from their new home, one of the horses was discovered to be lame, and utterly unfit for travelling far. After waiting an hour or two however, it was thought best to proceed slowly; and at noon, the little tired woman cheerfully remarked that they should certainly be at their destination before midnight. Futile hope! At four o'clock, in the middle of a dense wood through which they had been directed to pass, as being "a short cut" to the next stopping place, and when the sorrel mare had entirely recovered from her infirmity, the wagon broke down! Abel Glenn's wagons often did break down. There was no resource but to remain here until Monday, for Abel Glenn and his wife were both too conscientious to use the Sabbath for repairing the mishaps of the weekday. The road, newly opened, was a mere track winding among trees and stumps, not to be thought of after night-fall, by one unaccustomed to its peculiarities, providing even that the wagon could be patched up and made available. So the tired-looking Woman this was the title invariably given her by strangers, and seldom revoked upon acquaintance made the best of it, as she always did. She found the bag of corn-meal and made excellent batter-cakes; she reduced snowy, unctuous slices of pork to the perfection of brownness and crispiness :and she made coffee, such coffee as not one of the old Olympians, unreasonable as they were, would ever have blamed Hebe for offering them in place of nectar. - The lodging was a matter more difficult to manage, but it was managed. The elder boys averred that of the three sleeping apartments, in the wagon, under the wagon, and all around the wagon, they immeasurably preferred the latter; and on its spacious couches they accordingly bestowed themselves, wrapped in blankets, and canopied by strips of carpet hung from crossed sticks. No rain fell, nor wild wind arose, no beast of prey or any hurtful thing intruded, and no sweeter sleep that night visited the barred and guarded homes of luxury, than sealed the lids of the tired emigrants, lulled by the whispering leaves of the forest. "In the hollow of his hand,'" thought the weary mother, as she took her youngest boy in her arms, and nestled down in the place that had been scooped for her in the midst of her household goods in the great wagon. And "Under the shadow of thy wing," thought little Lissa in her nesting-place below; for that was the text, of all she had been taught, that she best loved and remembered. She put out a hand cautiously from under the coverlet, and bent down over her a little shrub that was growing and shining in the starlight close at her side. Then with its cool, dewy leaves pressed to her mouth she fell asleep. But we forget that it is now Sunday noon at Camp Glenn so the boys christened it |