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THE APOSTLE OF AMERICAN PRE9BYTEB1AK1SM.
* Bj the Rot. L. P. Bon en, D. D.
O, borne of hallowed memories, thou sunny tinted
land!
Qrecti plains of pine and myrtle, white gleam, of
silvery strand.
Sweet clime of bays and bayous, of flower, fruit, and
steam.
The haunt of gray tradition and of (many a hoary
dream;
May not a wandering son of thine thy gentle praises
speak,
O, daughter of old ocean, O, bride of Chesapeake?
The age of Ulster's agony, the days of Scotland's
woe.
aji me: 11 was a crave oia ume two Hand red years
ago;
And heroes walked the Laggan then, those days of
'83,
When stood the knightlieet of them all, and gaxed
across the sea.
Jehovah calls, and soon the haunts of Pocomoke he
trod.
The hlue eyed son of Donegal and claimed the land
for God.
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Makemie, staunch "Makemle, all hall the pioneer^
I see his deep eyes moisten, but not with craven
fear;
No savage whoop iullmldates, no storm along the
main,
Compassion for th? exlie stirs his tender heart to
pun.
l'bfii wont be south, itiiS went he norib, God's
scattered onca to seek,
The Knox of ancient Accomack, the Paul of Chesaveake.
Makemle, my Mfehemle! I see the preacher ride
Through dark lagoon and forest, his holsters try
his side
Boards now Ms sloop, "TsMtha," and dauntlessly
he steers?
Away to far Barbadoes mdd the bloody Buccaneers?
Grasps no lees firm his chivalrlc pen till soon are
put to flight.
The Prelate's proud pre-eminence, the Quaker's
mystic light.
Rohoboth claimed him for her own and' claims her
founder still.
Manokin brightened as he came, and traders of
Snow Hill;
The vales of Rockawalkln his eloquence has stirred,
The sands of old Wicomico to gladness have been
cheered.
Tis day dawn up at Buckingham, there's Joy at
Pitt's Creek,
From bayslde unto sea side rides the Paul of
Chesapeake.
The persecuting Stewart has toppled to his fall
The portrait of King William adorns Makemie's
hall.
But still for troth and righteousness our champion
must go forth
To brave the blood of Clarendon, the despot of the
North.
Beneath the shadows of Fort Ann for God's great
western land.
The first hard blow for freedom was struck 'by his
right hand.
Dim forms far in the gloaming, ye new recruits, all
hall!
The step of Samuel Davis, tHe brow of William Trail,
The tones of Thomas Wilson, MdNlsh, and Hamp
ton's tread,
John Henry's fervent accents, MCM aster's reverend
head;
But mid the grand old worthies, bead and shoulders
o'er them all.
Stands forth the rugged harbinger, the son of
Donegal.
O, birth land of my mother church, O, famed and
sacred ground.
>KESBYT?&1AN OF THE Si
headings
The covenants of old Scotland, her doctrines pure
and sound,
Itich legacies of martyrs, the costliest and best,
Were planted here to radiate to North and South
and West!
Ye oaks and water lilies, how often ye have heard
The creeds of noble fathers, the gospel of the l*ord.
0. land of mouldering grave yards where night and
day there bcoms
The wail of ocean billows o'er the old historic
tombs,
in the requiems of the cypresses, the pine tree's low
lament,
lu Che moan of mossy wells weeps, Che gables queer
and quaint,
In all that's old and venerable, 1 seem to hear him.
speak.
The Knox of seagirt Accomack, the Paul of
Chesapeake.
Cod bless the summer country, the region bright
and fair
Of Presbyterian pride and Presbyterian prayer.
1 hear the benedictions of ten thousand godly ones
On Presbyterian sires, and Presbyterian sons.
May worthy children still arise, of bis great deeds
lue Heir,
Mak&mie, our .Makenrie, the sturdy pioneer!
f)EEP CALLETH UNTO DEEP.
This is said to be a shallow age. Articles oi'
manufacture have not the merit they once had.
In handling goods made a generation ago, the
remarK is olten heard, ' These things were
made when people were honest." We have
come to look on our time as a day of lightness
when the emphasis is put on the superficial.
In a sense this is true, but are we not in danger
of giving it an exaggerated estimate. Is
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ently most thoughtless? Take the painted harlot
ior instance, underneath all her cheap ornamentation
there are depths that might be
stirred for nobler things. The gay, lighthearted
youth who never seems to have a serious
thought has another side to him. He is not
all surface. May there not be a great deep
found in him after all? So with the busy
worldling, those who are absorbed in the things
of the flesh until there is apparently little else
left. There is often a soul hunger, a secret
longing for something higher, purer and more
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vjuLi-na.e. *?e ui me masses ax Times as
if they were just an individual, forgetting that
the crowd is composed of personalities of every
conceivable temperament and few, if any, are
so far petrified in things external as to have no
depths to be explored. Beneath that careless
exterior that chaffy conversation, that negligent
deportment there oft lie vast possibilities
which once awakened will revolutionize the entire
life. We do not believe that people as a
rule are as light and shallow as they appear
to be. There is something different, very different
cradled within the depths of their na
tures ready to respond to the right kind of a
touch.
Deep calleth unto deep. We are not assuming
to use these words of the Psalmist in the
sense in which he applied them, but as suggestive
of a different thought, namely, that the
deep in one nature responds to the deep in another.
Herein is the secret of the marvelous influence
of such people as Catherine of Siena,
Francis of Assisi, Madame Quyon, Wesley,
Spurgeon, Moody and a host of other similar
spirits. They dwell deep. They had sunk the
shaft far down into the heart of the mine of
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truth and had brought therefrom vast treasures
both new and old. "They lived, moved
and had their being" in the region of deep
things, therefore whenever they touched others
it was to awaken the deep in them. No
wonder tliat they were veritable Btorm centers
of spiritual power. They lived in the depths
with the Infinite and were so filled with the
Spirit of truth that they had extraordinary impressiveness.
There was that about them that
stirred the hidden depths of other lives wherever
they went; people were awakened and
brought to a better knowledge both of themselves
and of God. Happy the day when men
are so wrought upon that they discover themselves.
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The modern ministry is characterized by lack
of depth. The church is busy, but it is too often
busy with trifles. There is a lack of impressiveness.
Strike the metal and it so often
rings hollow. There is not heart enough in it.
There is not enough fire from above. The spirit
is often cold, so cold that it renders the life
practically powerless. There is no deep to call
unto the deep. A surface ministry either on
the part of laity or clergy will do but little to
awaken anyone else, but where there is a man
all aflame with the Spirit of Qod, others are
simuany quicKenea as tney come in contact
with him. The deep in his ministry stirs the
deep in them. . .
On every side we hear the cry for "an upto-date
ministry," for preachers who arethoroughly
acquainted with the world and
keep step with it, but brethren, the need is not
so much for a ministry who knows this world
as it is for one who knows the other. This
worldliness never convicts men of sin?the other
worldliness invariably does. We insist that
while ministers should be in touch with their
times, that the great lack is not here, but for
those who are in touch with God. Organiz
ing societies, piling up statistics, running here
and there to every festive occasion may absorb
the participator, but will never arouse the
hearer. A superficial ministry will leave only
a superficial conviction. David was singularly
a man after God's own heart. Why? Because
he dwelt amid the depths. The one supreme
need of fallen man is to know God and he must
learn of him through those who already know,
and it is in the depths that God is discovered,
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with a deathless loyalty.
Did you ever think of why the Lord Jesus
was so constantly thronged with people f It
was not merely an idle curiosity that drew the
multitude. There was something in him that
charmed, awakened and stirred the people to
such an unusual and remarkable degree that
they were never afterwards to be the same.
Perhaps the multitude could not have given a
satisfactory answer to why they were so stirred
by the words of the Master, and yet they did
exclaim, "Never man spake like this manl"
The originality, the vision, the depth, the
purity, the wisdom, the power of this wonderful
truth was such that they were thrilled and
quickened beyond measure. From his infinite
depths went forth that spiritual force that
stirred their hidden depths.
Whatever may be the needs of the church,
depth is the one great essential, and this can
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Ghost, for men are only established in God
through the Spirit. An individual or a community
of individuals filled with the Spirit will
always be impressive. When the pulpit and
amen corner dwell in the deep with God, the
deep in the congregation will have a corresponding
quickening. Little conviction in the
pulpit will mean little impression on the peo