went into secret, session to consider the evidence and its verdict.

Within an hour from its adjournment it was known to the managers that seven Republican Senators were doubtful, and that they formed a group under the leadership of two great constitutional lawyers, who still believed in the sanctity of a judge's oath-Lyman Trumbull, of Illinois, and William Pitt Fessenden, of Maine. Around them had gathered Senators Grimes, of Iowa, Van Winkle, of Rhode Island, Fowler, of Tennessee, Henderson, of Missouri, and Ross, of Kansas. The managers were in a panic. If these men dared to hold together with the twelve Democrats, the President would be acquitted by one vote-they could count thirty-four certain for conviction.

The revolutionists threw to the winds the last scruple of decency, went into caucus and organized a conspiracy for forcing, within the few days which must pass before the verdict, these judges to submit to their decree.

Fessenden and Trumbull were threatened with impeachment and expulsion from the Senate, and bombarded by the most furious assaults from the press, which denounced them as infamous traitors, "as mean, repulsive, and noxious as hedgehogs in the cages of a traveling menagerie."

A mass meeting was held in Washington which said:

"Resolved, That we impeach Fessenden, Trumbull and Grimes at the bar of justice and humanity, as traitors before whose guilt the infamy of Benedict Arnold becomes respectability and decency."

The managers sent out a circular telegram to every State from which came a doubtful judge:

"Great danger to the peace of the country if impeachment fails. Send your Senators public opinion by resolutions, letters and delegates."

The man who excited most wrath was Ross, of Kansas. That Kansas of all States should send a "traitor" was more than the spirits of the Revolutionists could bear.

A mass meeting in Leavenworth according sent him the telegram:

"Kansas has heard the evidence and demands the conviction of the President. "D. R. ANTHONY and 1,000 others." To this Ross replied:

"I have taken an oath to do impartial justice. I trust I shall have the courage and honesty to vote according to the dictates of my judgment and for the highest good of my country.”

As the day approached for the Court to vote, Senator Ross remained to friend and foe a sealed mystery. Reporters swarmed about him, the target of a thousand eyes. His rooms were besieged by his radical constituents who had been imported from Kansas in droves to browbeat him into a promise to convict. His movements day and night, his breakfast, his dinner, his supper, the clothes he wore, the color of his cravat, his friends and companions, were chronicled in hourly bulletins and flashed over the wires from the delirious capital.

Chief Justice Chase called the High Court of Impeachment to order, to render its verdict. Old Stoneman had again been carried to his chair in the arms of two negroes, and sat with his cold eyes searching the faces of the judges.

The excitement had reached the highest pitch of intensity. A sense of choking solemnity brooded over the scene. The feeling grew that the hour had struck which would test the capacity of man to establish an enduring Republic.

The clerk read the Eleventh Article, drawn by the Great Commoner as the supreme test.

As his last words died away the Chief Justice rose amid a silence that was agony, placed his hands on the sides of the desk as if to steady himself, and said: "Call the roll.”

Each Senator answered "Guilty" or "Not Guilty." exactly as he had been counted by the managers, until Fessenden's name was called.

A moment of stillness and the great lawyer's voice rang high, cold, clear, and resonant as a Puritan church bell on Sunday morning:

"Not Guilty!"

A murmur, half groan and sigh, half cheer and cry, rippled the great hall.

The other votes were discounted now save that of Edmund G. Ross, of Kansas. No human being on earth knew what

this man would do save the silent invisible man within his soul.

Over the solemn trembling silence the voice of the Chief Justice rang:

"Scnator Ross, how say you? Is the respondent, Andrew Johnson, guilty or not guilty of a high misdemeanor as charged in this article?"

The great judge bent forward; his brow furrowed as Ross arose.

His fellow Senators watched him spellbound. A thousand men and women, hanging from the galleries, focused their eyes on him. Old Stoneman drew his bristling brows down, watching him like an adder ready to strike, his lower lip protruding, his jaws clinched as a vice,

There are now at least ten different agencies for the education of the farmer in the United States.

The

No nation has ever had such a thorough system for improving its agriculture through scientific investigation. world is being ransacked to find new cereals, fruits, vegetables and flowers; the feeding of animals is now done largely on a scientific basis, economizing the crops and assuring better results from the labor and skill applied. Discoveries in chemistry and bacteriology have revolutionized the dairy industry, giving a uniformity of product that excels that which came by "rule o' thumb." It is becoming more important every year for the farmer to keep himself well informed regarding what the scientists are doing to improve his art, and the farmer is well aware of this.

One result of this widespread activity in agricultural investigation, of the dissemination of good agricultural literature among the farmers, and of the thousands of lectures annually delivered at farmers' institutes, has been a greatly increased interest in the agricultural education of the boys and girls on our farms. The agricultural colleges now in active. operation in every State and Territory

have been so favored with the support of the people in recent years, that they have very greatly increased their equipment of lands, buildings, apparatus, libraries and live stock, and have strengthened their faculties by the employment of men well trained in different agricultural specialties.

One special object which these schools have is to attract away from the city to country life such boys and girls as have an aptitude for outdoor employment. There should be very many more of these agricultural high schools, and I hope the day is not far distant when there will be at least one such school in every agricultural county in the United States.

If the millions of children in our rural schools were once imbued with a love of nature and a desire to investigate its problems as related to the business of the farm, no doubt there would be a vast improvement in agriculture as well as a vast increase in the contentment and happiness of our rural population. Here is a great problem worthy of the best thought and efforts of our statesmen and educators, as well as of all who have the best interests of our country at heart.

Forty more young men are being educated as foresters by the scientists of the

department in the Bureau of Forestry, in order that sensible harvesting of such trees as are still left may be had, and intelligent planting and care may be secured for the forests of the future. One hundred and twenty young people are studying meteorology in the observation stations of the Weather Bureau, that the force in the future may be more efficient through more systematic training.

The United States sells sixty-five per cent. of its exports from the farm. It buys from foreign fields half as much as it sells from home farms. For example, in 1900 we sold eight hundred and forty-four million dollars' worth from our farms, and bought four hundred and twenty-two million dollars' worth from foreign farms.

Making the farmer's home beautiful to please the eye and delight the heart is another object now sought. The farm mansion and its convenience and appointments, its decorations and furnishings, are undergoing changes for the better. The immediate surroundings of the home are being made more attractive with grass, flowers, shrubs and trees. Innate love for the beautiful is being developed. Whoever makes a spot of earth attractive gives something to every one who sees it. It may help the passing observer only to a happy hour or a happy day, but that day or hour may be potent for good far beyond the brief period of first acquaintance.

The farmer's life is exacting but pleasant. As the science of agriculture becomes better known, and farming becomes more profitable, it will attract thousands from the overcrowded cities. A stronger and better race of men and women will be raised, and become more and more the crowning glory of our

country

JAPANESE PRESBYTERIANS.

We quote from the Herald and Presbyter:

"Admiral Togo is a member of the Presbyterian Church, and Vice-Admiral Uriu is a Presbyterian elder. General Serrata, the commander of the forces of Japan in her last war with China, was also a Presbyterian elder, and up

to the time of his death president of the Tokyo Young Men's Christian Association, marked by Christian activity and piety. Three of Japan's leading newspapers have managing editors and proprietors who are Christians, and there are to-day fully 50,000 Christians in Japan.

"General Kuroki and General Oku are both members of the Presbyterian Church, and are prominently known as true Christians and as men of piety and righteousness of life. Field Marshal Oyama, while not a member of the Church personally, is in hearty sympathy with it, contributes to it generously, and is always ready to say a good word for it and to help it forward. His wife

She is a very ardent Christian woman. graduated from Vassar College some years ago, and was marked by her religious life while in this country."

Men and women, lads and lasses, are wending their way to the field, where the sound of the bagpipes shows that the Highland games have already begun. The bagpipe music begins first and ends last on such occasions, for there are more pipes contending for victory than there are entries for the wrestling or dancing or hammer throwing, or for any other of the competitions.

Here a great crowd is lining the ropes. A knoll on one side affords standing room for many to see, but the majority are content to watch from the barriers.

Before the part reserved for the judges is a platform for the pipers, who are strutting one by one upon its boards. Sometimes the judges are placed in a tent with the opening away from the competitors, so that they may hear only,

and not see.

It is indeed difficult to determine which man is the best, when first-rate players compete. It must be largely a matter of taste. but the majority out of three or five judges must decide. Earnestly they listen, or, when the dancing takes place, look on at the graceful movements of the reel and Highland fling, and with notebook in hand, sit in a line watching each minutest thing in gesture and step that may lead them to be critical of fault.

The prettiest and most peculiar of all the dances is the "sword" dance. It is danced over swords, called claymores, with large hilts of steel "basket" work to cover the hand. It is an awkward thing to have so much hand cover, it may be said, by the way, and officers in Highland regiments are fond of cutting away all the steelwork that is at the back of the wrist. The pattern is really of Italian mediaeval origin, and the true

claymore was a two-handed sword with long blade of double edge, and had guards slanting from the handle forward.

This old sword must have been much more easy to dance over than is the sword called "Highland" now, for the handle with its steel projection is a bulky thing, and when the nimble feet cross and recross the blades, springing crosswise at every angle, the feet are far too likely to touch the big handle guard. When this happens the dancer stops, for he knows that he has no longer a chance for the prize.

The "steps" or paces with which he begins the dance are made with comparative slowness, but they quicken rapidly. The feet fly back and forward alternately, bearing the weight of the dancer's body, as he enters each of the quarters of space made by the crossed blades. The quick music allows no pause in the rapidly revolving and springing figure; a pretty piece of activity, recalling the ancient days when personal prowess was all in all in a fight, and the man who could dance round his antagonist was the man who had most chance in a single combat.

Now we must look at other parts of the green enclosure, where the round games, known to all, are in progress.

ere are the long and high leaping, with and without poles, and the races. One of the races is peculiar to hilly countries, for the runners must ascend steep places and thus prove the strength of their hearts.

The ground is rough and stony, the heather often long, and there may be a stream to ford, so that the trial is severe.

The hammer-throwing, with a heavy

and a lighter weight, is not a novelty, nor is the wrestling, which is more a Saxon than a Celtic pastime.

The "putting" of the "Clach nearst," or the "stone of strength," is a very ancient Highland exercise.

The throw is from the back. The stone is poised on the right arm; the left foot is poised a moment from the ground, so that the weight is on the right arm and leg. Then comes the spring, all the force being from the back to the arm, which, thrown upward and forward, sends the stone of strength into the air, to fall at a spot immediately marked with care by the judges.

Now comes the most characteristic of all the sports, the "tossing of the caber." The sport is the sport of a woodland people. A young pine, or other long piece of rough tree length, is taken. It is grasped at one end-the lower-by both hands, and is held so that it rests almost upright against the stout shoulder of the thrower.

The man then lifts the caber and endeavors to throw it upward and forward, so that its upper end shall strike the ground, and the base, which he holds, shall pitch over and lie farthest from him.

If the brawny contestant fails, the end he has had in his hands will lie nearest to him, for he has not made it pitch over. The caber has fallen back toward him, and he retires disconsolate, to make room for the next man.

Usually all fail to make the big, heavy log describe a somersault; then comes a sawyer and cuts off, a piece, so as to make the next attempt one that is not beyond human strength. A roar of cheering greets the successful giant who pitches the pine log right over so that it falls clear and straight away from him.

The prizes are not awarded until far on into the evening, and then all wend their way home by the late sunlight which makes the hills over the sea lochs and firths dark purple against a sky of gold.

The fine weather has tempted the Highland cattle, rough dun and russet and black beasts, to climb far up on the upper pastures. There is hardly a sound to be heard from the sea, and the voices from tavern and street of the little town by its shore sound clear in the mild, moist air.

SONG: AULD SCOTLAND'S HILLS.

BY CHARLES REEKIE.

Auld Scotland's hills, auld Scotland's hills,

Your memory brings to me
The breath o' whins and yellow broom
Over countless leagues of sea;

I see the reek abune your howes,
Across the slopes of green.
And thistles waving on your knowes,
Where oft my feet have been.

Auld Scotland's hills, auld Scotland's hills,

Your heather waves as free As when, in childhood's happy years, My mither sang to me; And doon your glens the covert rings, Where wimpling burnies flow, And loud and lang the mavis sang His song of long ago.

Auld Sotland's hills, auld Scotland's hills,

Life's sun is sinking low,
And soon beyond the sunless shades
My weary feet must go ;-
But as the circling ages run.

While memory's wings are free,
I'll sing it still, beyond the sun,
Auld Scotland's hills for me!

BURNS, THE POET, A STRONG MAN.

"I was very young when I first saw Burns," wrote Allan Cunningham. "Burns had just come to Nithsdale and, I think, he appeared a shade more swarthy than he does in Nasmyth's picture, and at least ten years older than he really was at the time. His frame was very muscular and well-proportioned, though he had something of a ploughman's stoop; he was strong and proud of his strength. I saw him one evening match himself with a number of masons; and, out of five-and-twenty practised hands, the most vigorous young men in the parish, there was only one that could lift the same weight as Burns.”