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tf* Ml wrote twartr^fM rme rofi* d shout crel- your eJrian- r, Abd t «aa tastfe of forgotten tlie sight bef <«^ I gre* ola 44 «tecfta»Iiiate tettreen the *19 at plenty and «ttr later tt «rs* lay mttepienisfted store things that most tr«nble<3 toe; tt dimte- bbed gsaatttiJ*, flay ty day, aHfl there JSo rtiible' source -of a new At ray serenUi birthday I would fcave a forttiae, had I boasted one. for I had never owtwd one. tto fieilag, in t&ootiag. In counties emergencies, my one crying need for a knife, fcetoe, one of tie negroes, gloated of et iite possession of a broken ease-lknlfe. ground sharp and pointed, and this I sometimes succeeded in borrowSag: bat 2teke haMied it lovingly and guarded it with a vigilant «ye, so fcnat 1 dared tatoe ho liberties -with it. To insure a contiauaace of his favors I always adhered strictly to the terms of tiie loan and never cut a ramrod beyond the stipulated number, ' Peace came at last and brought home toy father. and two of the three broti- /ers -who had gone to the %-ar. and for k time I was fully satisfied. Soon the •tores trere filled vith bright and pret- jty things, but they were costly and we *ere now poor, Thus I came to be 11 years old, with tie Eame hunger still keen in my heart. No later happiness has ever surpassed that 0Mfae J «ventful day when my heart's desire came to me, and my father laid in my palm the prettiest knife I had ever seen. When next I ftrenl to school I had advanced much In my on-n esteem; I had my brand new knife in one pocket, nine true and tried tnarbles in the other and in my book- sack a long elder pop-gun for shooting china-berries or hog-haws. From time immemorial the pop-gun has been the favorite summer toy of the southern boy, and no commercial ammunition could be invented to supply that weapon so fittingly and so effi- caelonisly as the berry of the china- tree, everywhere so plentiful here. I jwas expert at making and using the •weapon. Given a human target, I could insure a blister for ever}' berry. • Alas, I soon discovered that the heart ef even a boy is rarely satisfied, Joe Cooper, a boy four years older than inyself, had come by five large marbles; jthey were ringmen — two "buck-eyes" and three "stripes/' and they appealed powerfully to my covetous little soul. Khe luster of my nine tried old friends •paled beside them — their glory had departed forever. * ~"Joe," I said, persuasively, as we sauntered along together, "what will you take for 'em?" "Whai'H you give? 1 ' Joe answered. I named all my most cherished pos- . was t&e fefea 1 »S*a fteM to Jny father. Ke^aeE. I -»«3 not able tt *sso- indignity. and *& f had tb* trace to reject Joe's oter, tmt not so femly -or so scofnf tflly as I ought, peAasis. Joe Evidently had in Mtt tirts «te- ineata ttf «« i«a«Jcfefiu *8 M afternrai-a Bhowed; he bided MB time, yet failed not to itee$ Ms jiroject before me, by taking oat, as often *fe he toet 4ae, the cotetfcd treafiures firota Ms :pockfet and tatitalHtof tte wJHi trlet gilmpses of , what might be mine. He who hesltateB is lost, and I felL As time passed toy tefusals became less vehement, and at last 1 found Jnyself thinking that I -would be willing to bear any stmlshment that Jir. "Wyndham might inflict, if he left me with my life and the marbles. Since that hour I have been able to comprehend the love of savages for trinkets, and their sacrifices to obtain them. In the longest, hottest days Mr, "VTyndham often sat in the doorway, on the side of the schoolroom that chanced to be the cooler. As Joe and I came up from the spring he was rest- Ing his head wearily against the doorframe, while the children drooped over their books; it was a village school, and tMrty years ago— things have changed since then. "Now for it," Joe whispered. "Plunk him quick," and his hand slipped into his pocket I tiptoed to where my popgun lay in a crack in the wall and look good aim. "Zipr went the little berry straight to its mark. Then more things happened than I had foreseen, but not ttoe expected. The impact of a well-thrown berry on a nerve-centre is calculated to smart worse ajad to startle one more than the uninitiated might suppose. Besides, the country was passing through a lawless stage of reconstruction, and unprovoked crimeo were not uncommon. Mr. Wyndhain jumped up, startled by thoughts of a cowardly attack from he knew not whom, and, infuriated by the pain of my stinging little missile, he lost his balance and fell heavily on a jagged corner of the doorstep, where he lay so long that the incipient titter from the school room wound up/in a cry of terror. Blood streamed from a cut in his cheek; I was sure that I had killed him. With all an assassin's instincts for escape, I turned and fled. By and by, as I crouched in a thicket, conscieuo'e- stricken and too miserable for tears, I heard my name called in the voice that I always instinctively obeyed. Mr. Wyndhain was not dead! When I crept out, visions of shame and punishment rose before me, but 1 cared not what might come, now that my friend had not periehed at my hand. In the silence of the deserted school room I poured out the whole story. Perhaps Mr. • Wyndham remcmbared some childish treasure that he had craved and failed to get, or it may be that he himself played pranks with the popgun berry; anyway, I went home comforted. • Joe was closeted with Mr. Wyndham a long while the next day. I believe he played the "joke act," and pretended to have intended no harm; neverthe- lesSj he was severely reprimanded. He was utterly crushed when Mr. Wyndham made him turn the marbles over to Of SUfcGAY'S OlSCOUftSE. tin- I* XT: 1 — th* Cotril «f HIS last slimmer, having gone in different directions over "between five and six thousand miles fields, open of hairest 1 caa hardly my Uible "ffife KreeM *fii Sirs* $«o ^ Mffct Was pttttsdef of lie work ot irostearr wfcy all Ml MfitAry fe8ftfitt*itB. Sal ; I mast ftt»t te tetafctet Hftfl * slos of agricultural congests. Standing amid ine harvest* afid oTCll&ras and Ttefeyards «f *toe ttfcte, *M Standing atoMI the hart^stS and and tlheyards It KtffSfe. ton cold tremble kfteps sottl, Ueraatry— without smelling the breajh of aew mown hay and seeing the golden light of the wheat field. And When I open my Bible to take my text, the Scripture leaf rnstles like the tassels of the corn. We were nearly all of us born in the country. We dropped corn in the hill, and went on Saturday to the mill, tying the grist in the center of the sack GO that the contents on either side the horse balanced each other; and «lrove the cattle afield, our bare feet wet wiGi the dew, and rode the horses with the halter to the brook until we fell off, and hunted tie mow for nests until the fcr-iered occupants went cackling away. We were nearly all of us born in the country, and all would have ctayed there had not some adventurous lad on his vacation come back with better clothes and softer hands, and set the whole village on fire with ambition for city life. So we all understand rustic allusions. The Bible is full of them. In Christ's sermon on the Mount you could see the full- blown lilies and the glossy back of the crow's wing as it flies over Mount Olivet David and John, Paul and Isaiah find in country life a source of frequent illustration, while Christ in the text takes the responsibility of calling .God a farmer, declaring, "My Father is the husbandman." Noah was the first farmer. We say nothing about Cain, the tiller of the soil. Adam was a gardener on a large scale, but to Noah was .given all the acres of the earth. Elisha was an agriculturist, not cultivating a ten-acre lot, for we find him plowing with twelve yoke of oxen. In Bible times the land was so plenty and the inhabitants so few that Noah was right when he gave to every inhabitant a certain portion of land; that land, if cultivated, ever after to be his own possession. Just as in Nebraska the United States. Government on payment of $16 years ago gave pre-emption right to ICO acres to any man who would settle there and cultivate the soil. All classes of people were expected to cultivate ground except ministers of religion. It was supposed that they would have their time entirely occupied with their own profession, although I am told that sometimes ministers do plunge so deeply into world- 11 ness that they remind one of what Thomas Fraser said in regard to a man in his day who preached very well, but lived very ill: "When he is out of the pulpit, it is a pity he should ever go into it, and when he is in the pulpit it is a pity he should ever come out of it." They were not small crops raised in those times, for though the arts were rude, the plow turned -up very rich soil, and barley, and cotton, and flax, larger harvests than Mve ever been gathered—I -want ta run oat the analogy between the jpirodticUoa of ttfops and the, growth ttf iftux Ifc the Soul—all these hatred writers inaking use of that analogy; Ja the first place, 1 remark, ia grace as In the fields, there must be a plow. That which theologians call conviction Is only the plow-share turning up the silis that have heen footed and matted in the sottL hie indolent son: dred dollars hurled deep in that field." t"he son went to work and plowed the field from fence to fence, and he plowed it very deep, and then complained A farmer said to "There are a hun- that he had not found the money; j ^— but when the crop had heen £?.lher- ed and sold for a hundred dcllars more than any previous year, then the fnttifttg *lth a black hand oil the Ah, that trenble tt tae gttM* «*oai«ia %3dtfc *tra fire te SBarpea $6ftt Siclde. t-otiefielisl Waket$! f4k« oft yoitf green spectacles, yotif blue spectacles, fen* black spectacles, thill fcp Ac corners of your inoath as fat as yon jrall them down. TO the fields! Heap! reap! Again, I remark, In grace as in farming there is a time for threshing. 1 tell you blnntjy that is death. Jtist as the farmer wltt a flail beats the wheat out of the straw, so death beats the soul out of the body. Every sickness is a stroke of the flail, and tbe sick-bed is the threshing-floor. What, say you, is death to a good man only taking the wheat out of the straw? That is alL An aged man has fallen asleep. Only yest%flay you saw him in the sunny porch' playing with his grandchildren. he received the message> to leave this World. He bade a pleasant good-bye to his old friends. The telegraph carries the tidings, and on swift SUttB I HAD KIUUED HIM. in succession, but Joe would fiear to nothing but my knife. That, however, was out of the question, so we could not trade, Mr. Wyndham, our teacher, was a ajild-roanncred man, but severe to cru- *Hy if persistently crossed. He was low }n stature, had a. round beard ISHS and was about 40 years old. We both loved and feared him, so hie rejgn had been an uneventful one. As fter »»y«ejf, be bad jwver spoken a harsh me, from which it was evident that he and all kinds of grain came,up at the had not intended to keep-his contract, call of the harvesters. Pliny tells of He might have kept them and welcome, for they had lost their attractiveness for me. •*u» . had not even, a secret grudge to avenge, when my cupidity lea me to assist in an. Intrigue against bis dignity, Jajiguonius air ana the fervid 4uJJ work of the southern room during the summer but bappjly the teacher. Is it Is tb«t %r, Wy»aiiaja of Joe Cooper's age to the water<oak@ tp younger ones >yere a> A New There is a new disease not down in the catalogue of the latest medical experts, says the Syracuse Post, Street- railway conductors are the persons affected. As far as can be learned, about a. half-dozen employes o£ the Syracuse street railroad company have lately been afflicted more or Jess with a swelling of the eyes, accompanied by partial blindness. The 'conductors in question, without exception, stuck to their work, but one of them was forced to undergo medical treatment. He had observed from time to time that hjs hands grew black from contact w}th the brass railing of the car when he jumped on and off. Ip windy weather ho had to wipe his eyes more or less to brush, away the moisture. These two things he only observed after be was well along in the stage o£ the' eye troublp. He consulted a physician and was treated for metallic poisoning, finally recovering without difficulty. Then he 'came to the conclusion that the contact with the railing was responsible for the trouble. Since that time he has worn g!pveg apd has not esperje'nced the d;B- But ibose conductors wbo do not Unow bjs experience may yet suffer, This man was affljcte<J for fpur weeks, are not typupjea witb the , as they wear gloves, one stalk of grain that had on it between three and four hundred ears. The rivers and the brooks, through artificial channels, were brought down to the roots of the corn, and to this habit of turning a river wherever it was wanted, Solomon -refers when he says: "The king's heart is in the hand of the Lord, and he turneth it as the rivers of water are turned, whithersoever "he will." The wild beasts were caught, and then a hook was put into their nose, and then they were led over the field", and to that God refers when he says to wicked Sennacherib: "I will put a hook Jn thy nose and I will bring thee back by the way which thou earnest." And God has a hook in every bad man's nose, whether it be Nebuchadnezzar or Ahab or Herod. He may think himself very independent, but some time in bis life, or in the hour of his death, he will find that the jMrd Almighty has a book in his nose, This was the rule }n regard to the culture of the ground: "Thou ehalt not plow with an ox and an ass together," illustrating the folly of ever putting intelligent and useful apd pit- able men In association with the stub- porn and the unmanageable. The vast majority M troubles in tbe churchea apd in reformatory institutions comes from the disregard pf tbis command of the kord,, "Thou shall not pipw a»'px a.nfl an ass together," There were iavge amounts QI property invested in cattle, Tbe Moabitetj paid JOihQQQ Bjjje§p as ajn annual tax. young met! took the hint as to what his father meant when he said there were a hundred dollars buried down in that field. Deep plowing for a crop. Deep plowing for a soul. He who light of sin will never amount to anything in the church or In the world. If a man speaks of sin as though it were an inaccuracy or a mistake, instead of the loathesome, abominable, consuming, and damning thing that God hates, that man will never yield a harvest of usefulness. When I was a boy I plowed a field with a team of spirited horses. I plowed it very quickly. Once in a while I passed over some of the sod without turning it, but I did not jerk back the plow with its rattling devices. I thought it made no difference. After awhile my father came along and said: "Why, this will never do; this isn't plowed deep enough; there you have missed this and you have missed that." And he plowed it over again. The difilculty with a gre^t many people is that they are only scratched with conviction when the subsoil plow of God's. truth ought to be put in up to the beam. My word is to all Sabath school teachers, to all parents, to all Christian workers— Plow deep! Plow deep! And if in your own personal. experience you are apt to take a lenient view of the sinful side of your nature, .put down into your soul the ten commandments which reveal the holiness of God, and that sharp and glittering coulter will turn up your soul to the deepest depths. If a man preaches to you that you are only a little out of crder by reason of sin and that you need only a little flxing-up, he deceives! You have suffered an appalling injury by reason of sin. There are quick poisons and slow poisons, but the druggist could give you one drop that could kill the body. And sin is like that drug; so virulent, so poisonous, so fatal that one drop is enough to kill the soul. Deep plowing lor a crop. Deep plowing for a-' soul. Broken heart or no religion. Broken soil or no harvest. Why was it that David and the jailer and the publican and Paul made such ado about their sins? Had they lost their senses? No. . The plow-share struck them. Conviction turned up a greit many things that were forgotten. As a farmer plowing sometimes turns up the skeleton of a man or the anatomy of a monster long ago buried, so the plow-share of conviction turns up the ghastly skeletons of sins long ago entombed. Geologists never brought up from the depths of the mountain mightier ichthyosaurus or megatherium, But what means all this crooked plowing, these crooked furrows, the repentance that amounts to nothing, the repentance that ends in nothing? Men groan over their sins, but get no better, They weep, hut their tears are not counted. They get convicted, out not converted. What is the reason? I remember that on the farm we set a standard with a red flag at the other end of the field. We kept our eye on that. We aimed at that. We plowed up to that. Losing sight of that we made a crooked furrow. Keeping our eye on that we made a straight furrow. Now in this matter of conviction we must have aorue standard to guide us, It is a red standard that God has set at the other end of the field. It other end of the field, We kept ouv eye that you wjll make a straight furrow. Losing eigbt of jt you will make a crooked furrow. Plow up to the Cress, Aim not at either end of the horizontal piece of the Cross, but at the upright piece, at the center of it, tbe heart of the Son of God who bore your sins and wade satisfaction, Crying and weeping wjlj npt bring you tbrpugh, "Him hath God exalted to he a Prince an«J a Sfaviour to give repentance." Oi, job, camels, 500 time i}f ylntag? 7.POO' iheep, oj oxen, Th was'mhere4 IWWltb e clusters o£,t|e,Yine wer? P.»t plow up tp tbe Press! > * * * » . Again, I r§wk. in grape ae in tbe farm tbere must be a reaping. Many 'fJStlaUft spaajj; p| region, aj though were a, nja|t,ei' J?f eeonQmics or jnsur- " 'expect tq reap in tb,e next New is tfte, ti«je >to rail-trains the kindred come, wanting once more to look on tLe face of dear old grandfather. Brush back the gray hairs from his brow; it will never ache again. Put him away in the slumber of the tomb. He will not be afraid of that night. Grandfather was never afraid of anything. "He will rise in the morning of the resurrection. Grandfather was always the first to 'rise. His voice has already mingled In the doxology of heaven. Grandfather always did sing in church. Anything ghastly in that? No. The threshing of the wheat out of the straw, that is all. The Savior folds a iamb in his bosom. The little child filled all the house with her music, and her toye are scattered all up and down the stairs just as she left them. What if the hand that plucked four-o'clocks out of the meadow is still? It will wave in the eternal triumph. What if the voice that made music in the home is still? It will sing the eternal hosanna. Put a white rose in one hand, a red rose in the other hand, and a wreath of orange blossoms on the brow; the white flower for the victory, the red flower fqr the Savior's sacrifice, the orange blossoms for her marriage day. Anything ghastly about that? Oh, no! The sun went down and the flower shut The wheat threshed out of the straw. "Dear Lord, give me sleep," said a dying boy, the son of one, 'of my elders, "Dear Lord, give me sleep." And he closed Lis eyes and woke in glory. Henry W. Longfellow, writing a letter of condolence to those parents, said, "Those last words were beautifully poetic." And Mr. Longfellow knew what is poetic. "Dear Lord, give me sleep.'' 'Twas not in cruelty, not in wrath That the reaper came *hat day; 'Twas an angel that visited the earth And took the flower away. So may it be with us .when our work is all done. "Dear Lord, give me sleep." I have one more thought to present. I have spoken of the plowing, of the sowing, of the harrowing, of the reaping, of the threshing. I must now speak a moment of the garnering. Where is the garner? Need I tell you? Oh, no. So many have gone out from your own circles— 1 yea,' from •your own family, that you have had your eyes on that garner for may a year. What a hard time some of them had? In Gethsemanes of suffering, they sweat great drops of blood. They took the "cup of trembling" and they put it to their hot lips and they cried, "If it be possible, let this cup pass from me." With tongues of burning agony they cried, "O Lord, deliver my soul!" But they got over it. They All got over it. Garnered! Their tears wiped away; their battles all ended; their burdens lifted. Garnered! The Lord of the harvest will not allow those sheaves to perish in the equinox. Garnered! Some of us remember, on the farm, that the sheaves were put on the top of the rack which surmounted the wagon, and these sheaves were piled higher and higher, and after awhile the horses started for the barn; and these sheaves swayed to and. fro in the wind, and the old wagon creaked, and the horses made a struggle, and pulled so hard the harness came up in loops of leather on their backs, and when the front wheel struck the elevated door of the barn it seemed, as if the load would go no farther, until the workmen gave a great shout, and then, with one last tremendous strain, the horses pulled in the load; then they were unharnessed, and forkful after forkful of grain fell into the mow. 0 my friends, our getting to heaven may be a pu.ll, a hard pull, a very hard pull, but these sheaves .are bound to go }n. Tbe Lord of the harvest has promised it. I see the load at last coming tp tbe door of tjie heavenly garner, Tbe sheaves of the Christian soul sway to and fro in the wipd death, and tfce 014 body creaks undej the load, an4 as the load strikes the of tbe celestial garner, it seems if it can 1 go no farther. It is the last struggle, unttl the VPlces of a»ge)s and ypiepg pf our departed kjpdred welcomJteB' ypice ojf Q 0 d slmi} skid the h,«rVes,t »'o]Un.g jntq 'tbe eternal »£U, While §P !1H &nij flown tty? Jbe evy Is foeajpfl; <'ffen«f t b,9ft),ei ^Uffi«V§ «^0£NSAm NS .^ 3 tti iilfcKJfte *cafl€t Soil *! fu tfc 5 >1 iib tefeEOt is d«»iaM. s<j t^™*^ In f avof 6| i^»*^^ »a_«-<jfcat rerge 9&*£lreu Store fftM ttttifc^ «e woi-ft t»lW*3 sahB afcd'.li.fedf!ng toea la the ff* States than !fc afiy "" " 1ft the world. itoi at Mghlfiea a welcome tor the t* their ranks. 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