Madame Montford takes her journeys abroad, where she finds herself much more popular than at home.  Nevertheless, she suffers the punishment of a guilty heart, and this leaves her no peace in body or mind.  It is, however, some relief to her that she has provided a good, comfortable home for the woman Munday.  Tenacious of her character, she still finds a refuge for her pride in the hope that the public is ignorant on the score of the child.

Brother Spyke is in Antioch, and writes home that he finds the Jews the most intractable beings he ever had to deal with.  He, however, has strong hopes of doing much good.  The field is wide, and with a few thousand dollars more-well, a great deal of light may be reflected over Antioch.

Sister Slocum is actively employed in the good cause of dragging up and evangelizing the heathen world generally.  She has now on hand fourteen nice couples, young, earnest, and full of the best intentions.  She hopes to get them all off to various dark fields of missionary labor as soon as the requisite amount of funds is scraped up.

There came very near being a little misunderstanding between the House of the Foreign Missions and the House of the Tract Society, in reference to the matter of burying Mrs. Swiggs.  The Secretary of the Tract Society, notwithstanding he had strong leanings to the South, and would not for the world do aught to offend the dignity of the “peculiar institution,” did not see his way so clearly in the matter of contributing to the burial expenses of the sister who had so long labored in the cause of their tracts.  However, the case was a peculiar one, and called for peculiar generosity; hence, after consulting “The Board,” the matter was compromised by the “Tract Society” paying a third of the amount.

If you would have strong arguments in favor of reform in the Points just look in at the House of the Nine Nations.  There you will find Mr. Krone and his satellites making politicians, and deluging your alms-houses and graveyards with his victims, while he himself is one of the happiest fellows in the world.  And after you have feasted your eyes on his den, then come out and pay your homage to the man who, like a fearless Hercules, has sacrificed his own comfort, and gone nobly to work to drag up this terrible heathen world at your own door.  Give him of your good gifts, whisper an encouraging word in his ear (he has multiplied the joys of the saved inebriate), and bid him God-speed in his labor of love.

A word in reference to the young theologian.  He continues his visits to the old jail, and has rendered solace to many a drooping heart.  But he is come a serious obstacle to Mr. Sheriff Hardscrabble, who, having an eye to profit, regards a “slim goal” in anything but a favorable light.

Old Spunyarn has made a voyage to the Mediterranean, and returned with a bag full of oranges for Tom Swiggs; but now that he sees him in possession of such a fine craft as Maria, he proposes that she have the oranges, while his hearty good wishes can just as well be expressed over a bumper of wine.  He hopes Tom may always have sunshine, a gentle breeze, and a smooth sea.  Farther, he pledges that he will hereafter keep clear of the “land-sharks,” nor ever again give the fellow with the face like a snatch-block a chance to run him aboard the “Brig Standfast.”