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triumphed, for they had supper a little after 3 o'clock,
and the pastor found no opportunity for the Gospel.
The pastor was invited to preach in a neighboring
town. Every family felt that to entertain him meant
a big supper and a nice breakfast. They were not
able to prepare these and quartered him at a good
hotel. He was well fed, but he had no opportunity to
find out what sort of a sermon was needed by those
people. He retired without the privilege of family
prayer. (Let every family call on the visiting minister
for prayer). He arose to breathe the air of
sccuiamy mat pervades hotel lite, when around him
were the guests reading the Sunday papers, or discussing
the last game of baseball. His soul was
chilled. How could he preach? He'longed for a
bowl of bread and milk in some Christian home, where
he could feel the Spirit's presence. But no one had
offered him that. He must find spiritual fire. He
went to a Methodist Sundav-school. to find it Th*??
with a warmed heart, he spoke the message of love
from the pulpit.
Later, he went to a country church to preach at
" early candle-lighting." Of course, they gave him
supper; they spread twenty-five dishes before him. He
must taste of them all; then he found his voice choked
and incapable of clearness. He wa? obliged to go out
and walk to undo the effect of that delightful meal.
Once more he has an appointment at his country
church. Mr. and Mrs. E. have a two-room cottage,
with ?n attic. "Madam, I want to come to your
house next Saturday night, but T am not willing to
turn you out of your room. If you will let me
occupy the attic room, I will come." She wanted a
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v.u<iii?.c iu icii iiim ner trouDies ana to ask advice. His
proposition made it easy for her and she found herself
the gainer by his visit.
From these homely illustrations let us learn how
best to "entertain the minister."
PEOPLE IN GLASS HOUSES.
Roman Catholic journals and Roman Catholic people
are sometimes heard in bitter denunciation of John
Calvin, in connection with the Michael Servetus
case. It would be well for them to be very quiet on
the subject. Even if everything be true that is said
of Calvin in connection with that incident, even if t-he
blackest hue be left on the name of the great Re
former, the fact should not be forgotten that Servetus
was condemned by the Roman Catholic Church, that
he has waiting his doom in the prison of Vienna, in
France, and that he succeeded in escaping from that
prison, and took refuge in Geneva, though officially
warned not to come to that place. His coming to
Geneva was his belief that in th^t place, o*ving to the
then prevailing power of the Libertine party, he would
be safer than anywhere else. He was a fomentor of
political trouble as well as the blasphemous advocate
of evil doctrines, and for this as well as for his active
promulgation of evil, he was warned to keep out of
Geneva, fie had been condemned already by the
Roman Church.
What's gone, and what's pa?t help
Should he past grief. ?Shakespeare.
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OF THE SOUTH. September 15, 1909.
Devotional and Selections
A LAST PRAYER.
Father, I scarcely dare to pray,
So clear I see, now it is done,
That I have wasted half my day.
And left mv work but hist homin
So clear I see that things I thought
Were right or harmless were a sin;
So clear 1 see that I had sought,
Unconscious, selfish aims to win;
So clear I see that I have hurt
The souls I might have helped to save;
That 1 have slothful been, inert,
Deaf to the calls thy leaders gave.
Id outskirts of thy kingdoms vast,
Father, the humblest spot give me;
Set me the lowliest task thou hast;
Let me repentant work for thee!
1 icicii nuiu udCK5on.
A MISSIONARY'S EXPERIENCE.
it was one hour before sundown on a cloudy, drizzly
afternoon. 1 had my double umbrella, black inside
and white outside, but had closed it over my hand
without clasping it, to go through a narrow opening
in the bushes. I had crossed a little open grass plot of
a few rods, and was just entering a narrow footpath
thrntlirVl thp tlinnntain innirlo .1^1 ~ 1 ?
D>. ...? ...w..vu?i? juu^iv, ma i. UUUJU lclI\C I1IC
down to the ea^t foot of the mountain, where I was
to meet my pony.
Suddenly a tiger sprang into the path, and disputed
passage. I saw at once what he wanted; only great
hunger impels these tigers to come out during the
day. He had had no breakfast, and wanted missionary
meat for supper. I did not wish him to have it. I
had an appointment for that evening with the people
of three villages, and wished to keep it.
It is always best if a scrimmage is to take place to
be the attacking party. When I was a boy I had
gone out among an Indian tribe in Michigan, and
learned their war whoop. Springing forward, I raised
this war whoop, and at the same time suddenly opened
my double umbrella. Springing aside, over a bush,
into the open ground, he made for the crest of the hill.
Straight as an arrow he went through a crevice in the
hill. About twenty feet down on the other side I knew
he would strike on grassy ground, and the slope from
there led down to a little stream, which my path again
crossed, less than a quarter of a mile below. I scramlilprl
iin flip V-iJ11 fn tlio />roir!A? ??^ 1 ?
-j- u..-w 1" hiv jv? v y ivv aiiu saw IIIC llgcr U Lilting
down the slope, but looking around every now and
then, evidently wondering whether he had done a
wise thing in running away.
Putting my head with its big, white sun hat into
the opening, I once more raised the war whoop. Down
the tiger dashed again with speed. When his pace
slackened, I repeated the operation, and on he dashed,
and so continued until he entered the woods on the
opposite side of the valley. Then I turned and wended
my way to the foot of the hill, mounted my pony
and kept my appointment.?Dr. Jacob Chamberlain's
Story of Missionary Life.