Lightning Strikes Spire of Trinity Lutheran Church By WILLIAM FREDERIC WORNER 0 N Tuesday, May 13th, 1823, between one and two o'clock in the afternoon, the beautiful spire of the Evangelical Lutheran Church of the Holy Trinity, pride of Lancaster, and an ancient land-mark, was struck by lightning

needy, and that during the more than a century and a quarter that have elapsed since then, this fine charity has continued its noble ministry of service to the worthy poor of that city. Surely, this generous benefactor deserved a better fate than that which befell him! Music in Trinity Church Steeple By

Elicott, William Reichenbach, George Musser, William Jenkins, Samuel Humes and William Kirkpatrick. The list was published in the Lancaster Journal, of Friday, June 25th, 1813, by order of the board of trustees, of which John Hubley was president. Music in a Rural Church By WILLIAM FREDERIC WORNER O N

born in Philadelphia, September 16th, 1796. He belonged to the famous Muhlenberg family, prominent members of the Lutheran Church in America, and was ba p -tizedbytheRev.JustHenryChristianHelmuth.Dr.Helmuthwaspastorof Trinity Lutheran church, Lancaster, from 1769 to 1779. Upon resigning the charge in

disgraceful disturbance or riot occurred in Zion German Lutheran church this city, the cause of which, as we look back through the mists of nearly a century, seems childish and unwarranted. The Examiner and Herald of Thursday, January 29th, 1835, contained the following account of the event, which occurred on

, it never was controlled by either Church. The charter has never been changed, and the Board of Trustees is entirely a self-perpetuating body. Fairs for Benefit of the Lutheran Sunday School By WILLIAM FREDERIC WORNER I N the Lancaster Journal of Friday, May 4th, 1832, appeared a communication over

Saint Michael's Lutheran Church, Strasburg. BY WILLIAM FREDERIC WORNER. Strange visions of the storied past From years long gone arise, And bid me tell the quaint old tales They form before mine eyes. Tales of the men of former days Of those who built her walls, The men upon whose peaceful graves