he sleep of death. He knew not how long
he slept, but suddenly became conscious of some one rousing him and
waking him up. Before him stood a wagon-driver in his blue blouse, the
wagon being not far away. He gave him a little wine and food, and warmth
returned. He then helped him into the wagon, and brought him to the next
village. The rescued man was profuse in his thanks, and offered money,
which his benefactor refused. "It is only a duty to help one another,"
said the wagoner, "and it is the next thing to an insult to offer a
reward for such a service." "Then," replied Oberlin, "at least tell me
your name, that I may have you in thankful remembrance before God." "I
see," said the wagoner, "that you are a minister of the Gospel: please
tell me the name of the Good Samaritan." "That," said Oberlin, "I can
not do, for it was not put on record." "Then," replied the wagoner,
"until you can tell me his name, permit me to withhold mine." Soon he
had driven out of sight, and Oberlin never saw him again.

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=Earthquakes in Chili.=--In some parts of South America men keep their
"earthquake coats," which are dresses that can be put on
instantaneously, with a view to a speedy exit from the house. The
advisability of such a practice may be inferred from the picture of one
of the features of life in Chili which is set forth in the following
extract from a letter of a young Englishman, who settled at Valparaiso a
few years ago. Under date of November 16 he writes: "I am in a most
nervous state on account of having had three days and nights of
successive earthquakes--fearful ones. The first night I walked the
streets, and indeed every one else did the same; the second night I went
to bed quite exhausted at about 3 A.M.; last night also at about 2 A.M.,
but I could not sleep, for we had about six shocks, though not so
strong. The whole cornice of a house close to ours came down into the
street, but luckily no one was passing at the time. The women rush into
the street in their night dresses, screaming like lunatics, and one
trembles from head to foot. I was crossing our street when the strongest
shock came, and I was transfixed with fright, for the road was going up
and down like waves. My hand even now shakes, for at any moment we may
have another, and how strong it may be no one can tell. I can assure you
I am afraid to take off my clothes. The large squares have been filled
for the last thr