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What and Where is Heaven?

Heaven, as we use the term, signifies the soul's Harmony with Deity; so that, in very truth, such a person can say: “1 and my Father are one." This, and this only, is HEAVEN. Country, climate, time, space, infinity, eternity—these have nothing to do with the soul's true Heaven. Wherever the human spirit beats thankfully and melodiously with the pulsations of the Soul of Nature, there, in that spirit's silent deep, is the kingdom of peace and righteousness.

Yet, in the outward immensities of the universe, where the stars are suns of immeasurable magnitude, and where myriad groups of them form circles inconceivable, there are substantial worlds, or locations, which we term "Spiritual Spheres."

How to Quiet Children.

Let them have a goodly supply of bodily activity during the day-time. Give them nothing sweet, except your smiles, after the second meal. Avoid domestic contradictions in their presence, and never give way to anger in their absence. Never give a child either tea or coffee. Many little ones crave and ask for stimulants, because of hereditary bias and the force of daily example. If your child is very irritable, give its body a good rub-down, as you would dress the limbs of a young colt, just before delivering it over to the safe keeping of the guardian Angels of the night.

Don't Stand on the Track.

The train, says a railroad gazette, may steal suddenly upon you, and then a little trepidation, a slight misstep, a slip of the foot, and we shudder to think of your crushed and bleeding body. So, in the journey of life, perils are around you on every hand. But don't plant yourself in their path and defy them;

don't stand in their track and disregard them. Perhaps you now and then take a little intoxicating drink. My friend, if so, you are standing "on the track," while the car of retribution comes thundering on-moving in a right line-approaching with steady and rapid wheels. Will it not bear down and crush you? Perhaps you spend an occasional evening with a party of friends, amusing yourself with cards or dice, staking small sums to make the game interesting. My friend, you are standing "on the track." Thousands have stood there and perished. Don't wait to hear the panting of the iron steed, and the rattling of rushing wheels, but fly from the track. At a safe distance, stand and view the wrecks which yon ponderous train will spread before you. Look well to the ground on which you plant your feet, and forget not, for yet these many days, our parting words: "Don't stand on the track."

Pure Alcohol as a Medicine.

A correspondent writes for information respecting the effect of pure alcohol on a scrofulous system-especially as a remedy in cerebral embarrassments-occasioned by a humor partly inherited, and aggravated by a diseased condition of the liver.

ANSWER. The human system cannot appropriate the liquid known as alcohol. Years after it is imbibed, you will find it in the serum and other fluids of the brain, and in precisely the same state as when it was originally consigned to the stomach. If the blood would accept of alcohol as a component part, or if the solid and tissual structures of the body would temporarily convert the liquid into their uses, then the voice of wisdom would proclaim the utility of an alcoholic remedy for disease. But all this is impossible. The whole body, under the govern ment of the brain, says to alcohol. "Monster! stay without the temple." And yet, we know that there are circumstances and

conditions of the brain and nerve-system, when alcohol, in a modified form, is one of the best medicines within the reach of man. Snake poisons, and some forms of insanity, will yield to its counter-irritations. But let no man expect a better brain, a finer digestion, or a more active liver, from the use of forbidden fluids.

The Disgusting Habit of Chewing.

Go where you will, says Dr. Dixon, in his Scalpel, on board of any steamboat or rail-car, and you witness the disgusting habit of chewing every variety of unhealthy mess, nuts and candies, that may be offered by traveling hucksters, and immediately it is transferred to some human mouth. It would almost seem that everybody in America is half starved; the chewing, munching, spitting, and tooth-picking, has become disgusting to every decent foreigner. Nature requires food periodically; there is no mistaking the call; when hungry, the stomach and salivary glands are prepared for it. As a general rule, instinct indicates what is wanted, and when it is wanted; and whoever habitually eats whenever food of any description is placed before him, will never reach middle life in health. Even animals know better, for when their hunger is appeased they will stop. What a poor slave is he who has learned to chew tobacco! He must always have a big box in his pocket, a big quid in his mouth, and a big dish for the juice. Poor fellow! if he had no company in this filthy habit, everybody would believe him crazy. You say you can leave it whenever you choose. Then clean out your pockets, your mouth; get your linen purified and bleached; burn cotton till the disgusting odor is removed, and quit.

The present annual production of tobacco has been estimated by an English writer at 4,000,000,000 pounds! This is smoked,

chewed, and snuffed. 100 to the pound, it would produce 400,000,000,000. Four hundred billions of segars! Allowing this tobacco, unmanufactured, to cost on the average 10 cents a pound, and we have $400,000,000 expended every year in producing a noxious, deleterious weed. At least one and a half times as much more is required to manufacture it into a marketable form, and to dispose of it to the consumer.

Suppose it all made into segars,

The Madness of Intemperance.

Judge Johnson, in sentencing a culprit to death, said: “Nor shall the place be forgotten in which occurred this shedding of blood. It was in one of the thousand ante-chambers of hell, which mar, like plague-spots, the fair face of our State. You need not be told that I mean a tippling-shop, the meeting-place of Satan's minions, and the foul cesspool which, by spontaneous generation, breeds and nurtures all that is loathsome and disgusting in profanity, and babbling, and vulgarity, and Sabbathbreaking. I would not be the owner of a groggery for the price of this globe converted into precious ore. For the pitiful sum of a dime, he furnished the poison which made the deceased a fool, and this trembling culprit a demon. How paltry this price of two human lives! This traffic is tolerated by law, and, therefore, the vender has committed an offense not cognizable by earthly tribunals; but, in the sight of Him who is unerring wisdom, he who deliberately furnishes the intoxicating draught which inflames men to anger, and violence, and bloodshed, is particeps criminis in the moral turpitude of the deed. Is it not high time that these sinks of vice and crime should be held rigidly accountable to the laws of the land, and placed under the ban of an enlightened and virtuous public opinion?"

The Evils of Opium-eating.

The evils of the too prevalent habit of opium-eating are well illustrated by a case recently reported. Dr. Kozieradzki, in a foreign medical journal, says that he was called to see a lady aged thirty, who had suffered since her thirteenth year from a painful affection of the heart, and had obtained ease by taking opium, increasing the dose from one-eighth grain to thirty grains, so that, at last, two hundred grains were taken daily. After a while, epileptic fits came on. She had a prematurely old appearance, was deaf of one ear, and had lost almost all her teeth. Being one day unable to procure her accustomed dose of morphine, and having to pass twenty-four hours amid pains at the heart and repeated fainting, she became so much prostrated that, when next day her accustomed dangerous anodyne was brought her, she was seized with a convulsive attack, and died.

The Opium-eater's Insanity.

Nothing but a potent determination to abandon the use of the opium will effectually cure it, and compensate for its customary effects. If there be a venous enlargement, extending upwardly to the brain, the fact is against an independence of the drug. You may pacify sometimes, by applying fomenta tions of bitter herbs to the stomach; and, internally, a teaspoon twice full of the tincture of hops in a little common black tea, without milk or sugar.

Substitute for Strong Drink.

A correspondent asks for information respecting the nature of intoxication, and whether there is any remedy or substitute for it. The case is that of a respectable and intelligent man, who, unfortunately, is a great lover of rum, and often gets beastly