. Christian herald and signs of our times . bsent altogether. The beat is just onceper second. The way in which he deter-mined the pitch, was to catch the har-monic notes above D and G, that weredefinite in pitch, and then, counting thenumber of vibrations of the lower twonotes, find their distance below. He isquite certain that the musical tone of theFalls is clear, definite, and unapproacha-ble in its majestic perfection, a completeseries of notes all uniting in grand andnoble unison. How many people havevisited the Falls without hearing in theirmighty roar any hint of music! But thetrained
. Christian herald and signs of our times . bsent altogether. The beat is just onceper second. The way in which he deter-mined the pitch, was to catch the har-monic notes above D and G, that weredefinite in pitch, and then, counting thenumber of vibrations of the lower twonotes, find their distance below. He isquite certain that the musical tone of theFalls is clear, definite, and unapproacha-ble in its majestic perfection, a completeseries of notes all uniting in grand andnoble unison. How many people havevisited the Falls without hearing in theirmighty roar any hint of music! But thetrained ear perceives it, and is filled withadmiration of its majesty. Perhaps if ourears were attuned to the heavenly harmo-nies, we might hear melody in other partsof the universe where now we think thereis discord or silence, and so the Psalmistssuggestion may be a fact: Make a joyful noise unto the Lord all the earth. . let the floods clap their hands. (Ps. 98: 4.) 904 THE CHRISTIAN HERALD AND SIGNS OF OUR TIMES. DEC. 2, 1896 HQME TALKS WITH. MOTHERS H9AUGHTER5 7 3Y n^Ra^ET E 5ANS5TERA BEAUTIFUL OLD AGE IHAPPENED the other evening tobe in company with a group of wom-en whose ages varied from youth toseveral years beyond fourscore. Onething which struck me forcibly was,that the brightest, freshest and most inter-esting woman in the room was the lovelyold grandmother. Her line sweet facelighted up as she talked: it was full of thestrength and courage of a soul which hasmet manifold trials, and overcome them,which has tasted the bitter cups of life, andaccepted them, saying at each experience,My Father, this is from thy hand, thywill,not mine, be done. She had a rareappreciation of fun, and her laugh was asquick and eager as that of a girl. As forher looks, 1 wish you could have seen howstraight and tall she is, for all the worldlike a pine tree, and her brow had notmany wrinkles, while every line writtenthere was a line of beauty. 1 spoke of this later to my niece, Jessa-myn. Oh! sai
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