Kansas Farmer from Topeka, Kansas • Page 8

JULY 5, 8 I saw the whole of her troubles' trace In the lines that marred her dear old face. fte f)omc diwfe. "Mother!" I shouted, "your sorrows are done You're adonted alontr your horse-thief son Come over the hill from the To Correspondent. She didn't faint; she knelt my side, And thanked the Lord till I fairly cried. The matter for the Home Circle is selected Wednesday of tho week before the paper is An' maybe our ride wasn't pleasant and gay An' maybe sno wasn wrappea up tnat aay, we have done as yet has only been pottering, and guessing, and experimenting.

A boy gets hold of his father's saw and hammer, and tries to make something, but it is a poor affair that be makes. The father comes and takes the same saw and hammer, and builds the house or the ship. In the childhood of our Christian faith, we make but poor work with these weapons of prayer, but when we come to the stature of men in Christ Jesus, then, under these Implements, the temple of God will rise and the world's redemption will be launched. God cares not for the length of our prayers, or the number of our printed. Manuscript received after tbat, at most invariably iroes over to the next week of light! Constellation of joy I galaxy of fire! Oh, that you and by that grace which can transform the worst into the besfe might at last sail in the wake of that fleet- and wheel in that glorious group, as the stars, forever and ever Brethren, It doth not yet appear what we shall be.

Wisdom that shall know everything; wealth that shall possess every thing; strength that shall do everything; glory that shall circumscribe everything We shall not be like a taper set in a sick man's window, or a bundle of sticks kindled on the beach to warm a shivering crew: but you An maybe our cottage wasn warm and unless it is very short and very good. Corro- pondents will govern themselves accordingly, bright, An' maybo it wasn't a pleasant sight To see her a-gettin' the ovenln's tea. And frequently stoppin' and kissin' me; An' maybe we didn live happy for years In spite of my brothers' and sisters' sneers, Who often said, as I have heard. They wouldn't own a prison-bird, (Though they're gettin over that, I guess, For all of them owo me more or less). Written for the Kansas Farmer.

A Betrospection. 1IY JUMA F. COLEMAN. But I've learned one thing, and It cheers a prayers, or the beauty of our prayers, or the place of our prayers; but it is the faith in them tbat tells. Believing prayer soars higher than the lark ever sang; plunges deeper than diving-bell ever sank; darts quicker than lightning ever flashed.

Though we have used only the back of this weapon instead of the edge, what marvels have been wrought I As stars, the redeemed have a borrowed light. What makes Mars and Venus and roust take the diameter and the circumference of the world if you would get any idea of the greatness of our estate when we shall shine as the stars forever and ever. Lastly and coming to this point my mind almost breaks down under the contemplation like the stars, all Christian workers shall shine in duration. The same stars that look down upon us looked down upon the Chaldean shepherds. The meteor that I saw flashing across the sky the other night, I man Tn always a-doln the best he can, That whether on the big book a blot (Jets over a fellow's name or not, Whenever he does a deed that's white, It's credited to him fair and right.

And when you hear the great bugle's notes, An' the Lord divides the sheep an' goats, However they may settle my case, Wherover they may fix my place, My good old Christian mother, you'll see, Will bo sure to stand up for me. So, over the hill from the poor-house. Will Carlehm. Jupiter so luminous When the sun throws down his torch in the heavens the stars pick up the scattered brands and hold them In CONSTELLATIONS OF THE procession as the queen of the night ad Extracts from a sermon by Rev. T.

De Witt vances; so all Christian workers, standing Talmago, at winneld, Juno 34, is, on tho subject above named. around the throne, will shine in the borrowed from the Sun of liighteousness Every man has a thousand roots and a Jesus in their faces, Jesus in their songs, thousand branches. Ills roots reach down through all the earth, his branches spread Jesus in their triumph. Christ left heaven once for a tour of redemption on earth, yet the glorified ones knew he would come back through all the heavens. He speaks with voice, with eye, with hand, with foot.

His again But let him abdicate his throne, and silence often is thunder, and his life is an go away to stay forever, the music would stop; the congregation disperse; the temples anthem or a doxology. There is no such thing as negative influence. We are all pos of God be darkened; the rivers of light stag tlve In the place we occupy, making the nate, and every chariot would become a hearse, and every bell would toll, and there wonder if it was not the same one that pointed down to where Jesus lay in the manger, and if, having pointed out his birth- place, it has ever since been wandering through the heavens, watching to see how the world would treat him. When Adam awoke in the garden in the cool of the day he saw coming out through the dusk of the evening the same worlds that greeted us on our way to church to-night. But here the figure of my text breaks down not in defeat, but in the majesties of the udgment.

The stars shall not shine forever. The Bible says they shall fall like autumnal leaves. It is almost impossible for a man to take in a courser going a mile in three minutes but God shall take in the worlds, flying a hundred thousand miles an hour, by one pull of his little finger. As, when the factory band at nightfall slips from the main wheel, all the smaller wheels slacken their speed, and with slower and slower motion they turn until they come to a full stop, so this great machinery of the universe, wheel within wheel, making revolution of appalling speed, shall by the touchy of God's haud slip the band of present law and slacken and stop. That is what will be the matter with the mountains.

The chariot in which they ride shall halt so suddenly that the kings shall be thrown out. Star world better or making it worse, on the Lord's side or on devil's, making up reasons for our blessedness or banishment; and we would be pestilence in heaven. But Jesus lives, and so all the redeemed live with him. have already done a nighty work in peopling heaven or hell. I hear people tell He shall recognize them as His comrades in earthly toll, and remember what they did for the honor of his name and for the spread what they are going to do.

A- man who has burned down a city might as well talk of of his kingdom. All their prayers and tears some good tnat he expects to do, or a man and work will rise before him as he looks who has saved an empire might as well talk nto their faces, and he will divide his king of some good that he expects to do. By the dom with them; his peace their peace; his force of your evil influence you have already tioliness their holiness; his joy their joy. consumed infinite values, or you have, by Look up at the night, and see each he power of a right Influence, won whole world shows its distinct glory. It is not like he conflagration, in which you cannot tell mgdoras for God.

It would be absurd for me to stand here, where one flame stops and another begins. and, by elaborate argument, prove that the Neptune, Herschel and Mercury are as dis- world Is off the track. You might as well inct as if each one of them were the only stand at the foot of an embankment, amid after star shall be carried out to burial amid -funeral torches and burning worlds. Con star; so our individualism will not be lost in heaven. A great multitude yet each one as he wreck of a capsized rail train, proving stellations shall throw ashes on their heads, The breeze is murmuring Through prairie grasses tall, While the mellow harvest sunshine i Shimmers o'er it all.

My glance is wandering O'er the billowy plain, And I see the reapers Binding golden grain. But visions of the fields That Ho beyond my sight, Come floating back to. mo; For in my heart to-night, Far away whero shadows In valleys green grow long, And nature all is singing A sweet, triumphant song; Where velvet carpets wide nro spread On forest-crowned old hills, And sunbeams bright are ling'ring On tho dancing rills. And so I fain would rest This evening in somo glade, Where oft beneath the hills I watched the twilight fado. Babctha, Kas.

Over the Hill from the Poor-house. I who was always counted, they say, Rather a bad stick any way, Splinterod all ovor with dodges and tricks, Known as tho "worst of the deacon's six," 1, the truant, saucy and bold, The one black sheep in my lather's fold, 'Onoo on a time." as the stories my, Went over the hill on a winter's day, Over tho hill to tho poor-house. Tom oould save what twenty could earn, But glvin' was something he never could loarn. Isaac eould half of the Scriptures speak, Committed a hundred verst-H a week; Never forgot an never slipped. But "Honor thy father and mother" ho skipped.

So over he hill to the poor-house. As for Susan, hor heart was kind An' good what there was of it, mind; Notuin' too big, an' uothin' too nice, Nothin' she wouldn't sacriileo For ono she loved; an that 'ero one Was herself, when all was said and donb. An' Charley an' 'liwcca meant well, no doubt, But any ono eould pull 'em about. An all our folks ranked well, you see, Save ono poor fellow, an' that was mo; An' when one dark an' rainy night A neighbor's horso went out of sight, They hitched on me as tho guilty chap That carried one end of tho halter strap. An' I think myself that view of tho case Wasn't altogether out of place.

My mother denied it, as mothers do, But I'm inclined to think 'twas true. Though for mo one thing might be said, That as well as the horse, was led; For the worst of whisky spurred mo on, Or else tho ded would nave never boon dono. Hut tho keenest griof I ever felt Was when my mother beside me knelt, An' cried an' prayed till I melted down, Ab I wouldn't for half tho horses in town. 1 kissed her fondly then and there, And swore henceforth to bo honest and squaro. I served my sentence a bitter pill Some follows should take who never will; And then I decided "to go out West," Concludin' twould suit my health tho best, Where, how I prospered 1 never could tell, But Fortune loomed to liko me well; An, somehow, every vein I struck Wag bubblin' ovor with good luck; An', better than that, I was steady and true, An' put my good resolutions through.

But I wrote to a trusty old neighbor and said: "You tell 'em, old fellow, that I am dead. An died a Christian; 'twill please 'em more Than if I had lived tho same as before." But when this neighbor ho wrote to me, "Your mother is in the poor-house," says ho, I had a resurrection straight-way, An' started for her that very day. An when 1 arrived where I was grown, I took good caro that 1 shouldn't bo known, But I bought the old cottage through and through Of some one Charley had sold it to, And held back neither work nor pold To fix it up as it was of old. The same big tiro-place, wide and high, Flung up its cinders toward tho sky; The old clock tickod on tho corner shelf I wound it and set it a-goin myself; An' if everything wasn't quite the same, Neither I nor Manly was to blame. Then over tho hill to tho poor-houso, One stormin.

bluster! winfor's day. With a team and cutter I started away, My fiery nags as black as coal, (They somewhat resembled the horso I stole). I hitched and entered the poor-houso door; A poor old woman was scrubbin the floor; She rose to her feet In great surprise, And looked quite startled into my eyes. by elaborate argument that something Is out observable, as distinctly recognized, as greatly celebrated, as if in all the space, of order. Adam tumbled over the embankment sixty centuries ago, and the whole race, in one long train, has gone on tumbling and all up and down the highways of space there shall be mourning, mourning, mourning, because the worlds are dead.

But the Christian workers shall never quit their rom gate to gate, and from hill to hill, he were the only Inhabitant; no mixing up no the same direction. Crash 1 crash The mob no Indiscriminate rush; each Chris thrones they shall reign forever and ever. only question now is, By what leverage can tian worker standing out illustrious all the he crushed thing be lifted By what ham Washburn College, at Topeka, Kansas, story of earthly achievement adhering to each one; his self-denials, and pains, and mer may the fragments be reconstructed admits both sexes, and is one of the best Colleges In the State. Tho fall term begins I want to show you how we may turn services, and victories published. many to righteousness, and what will be our In looking up, you find the world in family September 12.

uture pay for so doing. circles. Brothers and sisters they take hold of each other's hands and dance in First We may turn them by the charm of right example. A child, coming from a groups. Orion In a group.

The Pleiades In filthy home, was taught at school to wash its a group. The solar system Is only a com pany of children, with bright faces, gathered around one great fire-place. The worlds do not straggle off. They go in squadrons and fleets, sailing through immensity. So Chris tian workers In heaven will dwell In neigh borhoods and clusters I am sure that some people I will like in heaven a great deal better than others.

Yonder is a constellation of stately Christians. They lived on earth by rigid rule. They never laughed. They walked every hour, anxious lest they should ose their dignity. But they loved God, and ifROYALJMHSt 1 A pnpniffl yonder they shine in brilliant constellation.

Yet I shall not long to get into that particu- ar group. Yonder is a constellation of face. It went home so much improved in appearance that its mother washed her face. And when the father of the household came home, and saw the improvement in domestic appearance, he washed his face. The neighbors happening In, saw the change, and tried the same experiment until all that street was purified, and the next street copied Its example, and the whole city felt the result of one school boy washing his face.

That is a fable, by which we set forth that the best way to get the world washed of its sins and pollution Is to have our own heart and life cleansed and purified A man with grace in his heart, and Christian cheerfulness in his face, and holy consistency In his behavior, is a perpetual sermon; and tho sermon differs from others in that It has but one head, and the longer it runs the better. There are honest men who walk down Wall street, making the teeth of iniquity chatter. There are happy men who go into a sick room, and, by a look, help the broken bone to knit, and the excited nerves drop to calm beating. There are pure men whose presence silences the tongue of uncleanness. The mightiest agent of good on earth is a consistent Christian, i like tho Bible folded between lids of cloth, of calfskin or Morocco, but I like It better when, in the shape of a man, it goes out Into the world a Bible Illustrated.

Not one of us yet knows how to pray. All small-hearted Christians asteroids in the eternal astronomy. While some souls go up rom Christian battle and blaze like Mars, hese asteroids dart a feeble ray like Vesta. Yonder is a constellation of martyrs, of apostles, of patriarchs. Our souls, as they go up to heaven, will seek out the most con genial society.

Yonder is a constellation almost merry with the play of light On earth they were full of sympathies and songs, and tears and raptures and congratul ations. When they prayed, their words Absolutely Pure, i a took fire; when they sang, the tune could this powaer never varies. A Tnari not hold them; when they wept over a world's woes, they sobbed as if heartbroken strength and wholesomeness. Mor economical than the ordinary kinds, and cannot be sold In competition with the multitude of low-test, short when they worked for Christ, they flamed phosphate powders. Sold onlu in.

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