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TIIE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, JUNE 6, 1913.
5
EVENING.
The moon is • up, and yet it is not
\ night;
Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea
Of glory streams along the Alpine
height
Of blue Friuli’s mountains; heaven is
free
From clouds, but of all colors seems
to be—
Melted to one vast Iris of the West—
Where the day joins the past eternity,
While on the other hand, meek Dian’s
crest
Floats through the azure air—an island
of the blest.
A single star is at her side, and reigns
With her o’er half the lovely heaven;
but still
Yon sunny sea heaves brightly, and re
mains
Rolled o'er the peak of the far Rheatian
hill
As Day and Night contending were,
until
Nature reclaimed her order—gently
flows
The deep dyed Brenta where their hues
install
The odorous purple of a newborn rose,
Which streams upon her stream, and
glassed within its glows.
Filled with the face of heaven, which,
from afar,
Comes down upon the waters; all its
hues,
From the rich sunset to the rising star,
Their magical variety diffuse;
And now they change; a paler shadow
strews
Its mantle o’er the mountains; parting
day
Dies like the lophin, whom each pang
imbues
With a new color as it gasps away
The last still loveliest—till ’tis gone,
and all is gray.
—BYRON.
CHAT.
This time last year I was in Florida.
Just released from duties that had kept
me at a desk for more hours than the
labor unions countenance, there was a
charm in every hour of every day. The
morning had golden sunshine and cool
breezes lifting the leaves caressingly.
The woods were filled with the tang
and perfume of wild grapes and grow
ing shrubs. The birds nested in the tall
trees and Bob White called to his mate,
patiently hovering over her nest in the
fields or cleverly tucked under the long
grass in the pasture. Today I heard the
call “Bob White’’ and in memory lived
again those days in Florida.
There is no twilight there. Tim sun
“Sinks as a flamingo
Drops into her nest at nightfall,”
and unless the moonshines, there is “a
sober livery” to clothe the earth. Moths
and bugs and beetles take the place of
butterflies and the whippoorwill begins
to proclaim to listening nature that
“Chip WHls a Widow.” The glowworm
lights her lamp and tries to rival the
fireflies and sleepily a blocking bird
croons to his mate or serenades the peo
ple on the piazza.
Across the fields, banked against the
sky, or so it seemed, were tall trees
whose velvety blackness shut out the
secrets beyond. ’Twas there fair Luna
seemed to have her home, for from there
she seemed to come sometimes as
if in a fever of impatience to mount
the heavens and persue her way. Over
there, too. In those same black trees, a
monster owl used to call “Who! who
who!” “Are you,” we added,and back of
the house comes an answer, or a most
disconcerting laugh, just over our heads
there might be a shivering answer that
would make the superstitious seek a
charm to ward off the approach of evil,
or the more matter-of-fact wonder if all
the fowls were secure from midnight
marauders.
On the piazza floor the silver tracery
crept from place to place as fair Luna’s
magic shone through the trees, a gentle
breeze lifted the flowers and a perfume
came that reminded one more of the
breath of the faries than of any earh-
ly tiling, so fair, so evanescent it was.
Was it really tlte heart of the begonias
or a late blooming grape vine? The
roses and gladiola, the nasturtiums and
dahlias have their own perfume, or
none, as the case may be. but this mys
tical, magical sweetness could not be lo
cated. Across the way the patient
beasts sought repose, a calf as if not
sur^ called gently to its mate and the
deep sigh of the mother told that all
was well. A little chicken had a bad
dream, perhaps a memory of the crack
under the garden fence that admitted,
but did not seem large enough for an
exit, and the reassuring voice of the
mother answered “AH is well.”
“O majestic night,
Nature’s great ancestor, day’s elder
born,
And fated to survive the transient sun,
By mortals and immortals seen with
awe;
A starry crown thy raven brow adorns,
An azure zone thy waist; clouds, in
, heaven’s loom,
Wrought through varieties of shape
and shade.
In ample folds of drapery divine,
Thy flowing mantle form.”
within the house a child stirred, a
soft, voice called and the mother went
to reassure the little one that “all is
well.” The clock struck and one by one
we would say good night and seek “na
ture’s sweet restorer, balmy sleep.” The
Jog made a circuit of the premises, saw
that there was nothing to molest the
premises, stretched upon his own rug
and silence covered the home as with a
mantle.
June 14*is Flag day. How many will
remembei* it and pay tribute to our em
blem? .To, alas, too many the flag has
little significance. They seem to have
forgotten, "or did they ever know, what
it stands for?
It is not merely a symbol of so many
states and territories. It represents our
land, our hopes, our achievements. Wait
until you are a foreign country, per
haps it may bo just over the line, and
there will oe /is much meaning to that
flag as to your most precious memento.
Go across the raging rftain and that
bonny collection of stars and stripes
floating from a ship or over an en
trance way will put a tightness in your
throat and .a fullness in your heart
that will astonis.i you.
This month of June is entitled to all
sorts of outdoor■* affairs, for is it not
“the month of perfect days?”
Celebrate this Flag day with an in
formal fete. Write your invitations on
plain white cards, and paint a tiny flag
in one corner, or get a package of the
sort to be pasted on, seals they really
are, and use them on the flap of the en
velope. The house and grounds must be
lavishly decorated with bunting. It
is cheap and can be folded away for
many occasions. The refreshment booth,
the various amusement places, the
starting place and end of the race course
for the spoon and egg race, with flags
on the eggs, all the marked spots should
have -flags in evidence. The first thing,
of coiyse, should be to hoist Old Glory,
every one singing the “Star Spangled
Banner.” And if you don’t know it be
sure to memorize it. Find me an Eng
lish man or woman who does not know
the national song of England and you
will have to seek far and wide.
The hostess may pin a small foreign
flag on the back of each guest and let
the others make hei-, or him, guess what
country she is representing by asking
questions that may be answered without
mentioning the name itself. After that,
the game of American Ambasasdor may
be played.' Every one sits down and the
leader, who has no chair, says “The
American ambassador is traveling from
Germany to France,” or any two coun
tries one happens to think of, and the
two who have those flags must change
places. Failure to rise calls for a for
feit of the place, and the leader may
also try to slip in as they go across.
If the leader merely says “The Ameri
can ambassador is going to Italy,” and
fails to mention another country, that
representative sits still, if he should
rise he forfeits his place. If the places
are called frequently there will be lots
o: fun, for it is almost irresistible to
keep from jumping up.
Just as the cakes are hatchets at a
Washington’s birthday affair they may
be shields and stars this time. The ice
cream may have tiny flags stuck in it,
or red and white cream on a blue dish
is effective. Strawberries and whipped
cream on a blue saucer are pretty.
I merely give you these suggestions
.as a basis and would be glad to have
some reports of how you carried out the
•affair.
Faithfully yours,
LIZZIE O. THOMAS.
HABITS.
A celebrated- writer says: *’‘Beware of a bad
habit. It makes its first appearance as a tiny
fay, and is so innocent, so playful, so minute,
that none save a precision would denounce it.
and it seems hardly worth while to whisk it
away. The trick is a good joke, the lie is
white, the glass is harmless, the theft is only
a few apples, the bet is only sixpence, the
debt is only half a crown. But the tiny fay
is capable of becoming a tremendous giant; and
if you connive and harbor him, he will nourish
himself at your expense and then, springing on
you as an armed man, will drag you down to
destruction.”
Cowper says:
“Habits are soon assumed, but when we strive
To strip them off is as being flayed alive.”
And Dr. Mason truly says: “Profligate habits
carry pestilence in to the bosom of domestic so
ciety.”
Good habits are quite as easy to form as
bad ones. Then one is planting flowers to
adorn life’s pathway.
Read the book of Daniel to learn what good
habits and - a temperate life will profit a
man. , ,
Jesus had habits, but they were good ones.
The Bible speaks of them: “As His custom
was.”
One reason out of many why people do not
quit bad habits is, they do not really want to.
When a person makes up his mind to do a
thing he can do it. This is half the battle. A
little leaven leaveneth the whole lump. So
it is with a bad habit; the whole body, mind
and works become affected. When one habit is
formed it becames easier to form a second
one, and so on. When you form several it is
harder to quit any one of them than it would
he just to have one and try to quit it. Simply
because one man out of a hundred can take his
drinks and Jive a reasonably long and decent
life is no reason why you can do the same.
What one person can stand there are hun
dreds of others who cannot. There are no two
persons constituted alike.
A bad habit may be compared to the man-
eating tree in India. When once it gets a
grip on you it gradually winds and winds until
you are a victim and a slave to it.
There was an actress whose business it was
to show how she could handle a big snake. She
went on the stage one night before thousands
<>f people. The snake took advantage of her
and slowly wound Itself about her helpless
body, while she screamed and cried for help.
The crowd went wild with cheers, thinking
her scremas were part of the show. Finally
she sank down—dead
Today countless thousands are playing with
bad habits like the actress did with the snake,
and their suffering, while self-inflicted, is
looked on by the people as a part of the show.
The world is one vast stage on which we are
all players.
With best wishes for iMsa Thomas and the
readers, I am, very sincerely,
WALTER E. WARREN.
Box 333. Amarillo, Texas.
SEVENTEENTH CENTURY TABLES.
Dear Miss Thomas: The delectable dishes that
Elizabeth Waring gave us recipes for, the Eng
lish recipes, brought to mind the many refer
ences that Mr. Samuel Pepys has in his famous
diary, of what went on the table of the well-
to-do Englishman.
To judge by the quantity and the variety of
good things set before guests, those ancestors
of some of us must have had the digestion
of ostriches or goats, for the combinations of
liquids and solids, meats and sweets, were
sometimes most astonishing.
King Charles the Second had a hilarious set
to deal with or set the pace for a hilarious
memory. This was the time of cakes and ale,
roast beef and mince pies. There are so mnny
allusions to the table It is hard to select just
a few, but how does this strike you? He
had been successfully operated on for a dan
gerous disease and in honor of the escape he
gave an annual feast. Here are some of the
dishes served: A fricasse of rabbits and chick
ens, a leg of mutton boiled, three carp In a
dish, a great dUh of a side of lamb, a dish of
roasted pigeons, a dish of four lobsters, three
tarta lamprey pie (a very rare dish), a dish
of anchovies and good wine of several sorts.
.And all things mighty and noble, and to my
great content.”
While the number of guests was not men-
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Annette flung her chin high’ and put
the lace hat back in the wall case, then
reached fo rthe white maline toque.
Her face was crimson, but she kept si-
lq|it, though it necessitated biting her
under lip very hard. Madame who own
ed the millinery parlors where Annette
waited upon the customersnever cared
who heard the reprimands. And more
often than not the censure was cruefly
“How does it look on me, Ward?”
unjust, as now, when she had called
Annette an imbecile for not reaching
the particular white hat that she
wanted.
The girl who was buying, a pretty,
violet-eyed fashion plate, had the ill
breeding to laugh, which did not lessen
Annette’s flush. But the young fellow
who accompanied her looked very se
verely first at madame, then at An
nette. The pity in his gray eyes made
Annette more wrathful. For one blaz
ing second she was on the point of
throwing up her position. But she
could not afford that. Positions were
not plentiful at that time of year. She
handed madame the maline toque and
stood by for further orders.
“Who sewed this bandeau in?” mad
ame demanded, shrilly. “Such work—
lopsided, of course, Miss Brent—I might
have known.”
Again the censure was unjust. An
nette had put the bandeau in accord
ing to madame’s own orders the day
before.
“How does it look on me, Ward?”
asked the girl, carelessly, tilting her
head to' get a better view in the tall
mirror by which she sat.
"Dandy, Helen,” Ward returned.
“Couldn’t look better.”
“You say that, no matter what I have
on,” she pouted, coquettishly. “But I
believe if the bandeau were a trifle
lower”—
“As it should have been in the first
place,” said madame, taking the hat
from the pretty beringed Angers.
“Change it as quickly as possible, Miss
Brent. And try to get it right this
time.”
Annette, silently took the hat and went
to the work room. As she left the girl
observed carelessly: “What a shabby
girl, madame! Would she be offended,
do you think, if I sent her some of my
discarded clothes?”
Annette's cheeks were red and she
knew that madame would be furious.
When she returned with the altered hat
and the girl had reluctantly pronounced
it satisfactory and left the shop mad
ame turned upon her. “Have you no
better clothes, Miss Brent? It is most
unpleasant to have customers remark
concerning my clerks’ poverty stricken
appearance. You will wear something
different tomorrow” Her scornful glance
swept Annette’s black taffeta waist,
which had an undeniable crack down
one sleeves, and the black serge skirt,
which was shiny at the seams and had
a large grease spot on the front side
breadth.
Without waiting for answer or excuse
madame swept into the small ante-room
that was office and reception room. An
nette returned to the work room. In a
way she felt that her employer’s cen
sure was just. No one cares for un
sightly saleswomen. And yet Annette
wondered if madame would be so hard
if she knew how far she had to stretch
the $9 every week. Rent, groceries, car
fare, and clothes for her mother and
self, and a little put aside for the oper
ation on her mother’s spine, which must
be performed very soon ifher life were
to be saved.
But madame was not the kind you te<l
your troubles to. She was a very busy,
very nervous womtn, who had worked up
•from cash girl in one of the city’s de
partment stores to owner of the most
exclusive millinery shop on the fashiona
ble .street. And in working up all kindli
ness seemed to have been dried until her
heart was merely a ball of tough leather.
So Annette did not explain that the
grease spot was caused by a bit of bacon
dropped as she hurriedly got up, frem the
breakfast table that morning when the
clock warned that she wcfuld be late if
tioned that time he mentioned another occa
sion when he had six guests and says, “After
oysters, a hash of rabbits and lamb and a rare
chine of beef. Next a groat dish of roasted
fowl, cost me about thirty shillings, and a
tart and then fruit and cheese.”
We must remember that the purchasing
value of money was about five times greater
then than now, so that meant a feast costing
not less than a hundred dollars. He sent
those guests away about 10 o’clock at night,
“after a good sack-possett and cold meat.”
Mrs. Pepys must have been a woman who
looked well to the ways of her household, for
he often speaks of washday and generally got
cold meat. Mrs. Pepys, her maids and cook
got up about four and there wasn’t much fool
ing on wash days, if one may judge by the
things jotted down. But occasionally the wash
ing must have been lighter or there wasn’t
any cold meat for he records some like this:
“Dined at home with my wife. It being
washing day we had a good pie baked of a
leg of mutton.”
Bacon is as regular on an English breakfast
table as a cereal is here, but this diary does
not often mention it. In mentioning a Lenten
dinner he writes, “Dined at home on poor
Lenten dinner of coleworths and bacon.”
People rose early and breakfasted rather late,
say 9 o’clock, and here is au account of one or
two men dropping in to breakfast, it seemed,
unexpected, but lie had for them “a breakfast
of oysters, a dish of neats tongues, and a
dish of anchovies. Wine of all sorts and
Northdown ale.”
Ale and wine had to be served for cocoa and
tea were not then used as beverages. He
records the use of tea thus, “Home and there
find my wife making of tea, a drink which
the I’ottioary tells her is good for her cold.”
that was dated June 26, 1667, and In the paper
published about that time is this advertisement:
“That excellent and by all physician^ approved
China drink, called by Chinese teha, and by
other nations tay, alias tee, Is sold at the Sul
tan’s Head Coffeehouse in Sweetings Rents,
at the Royal Exchange.”
One notices that the rabbits were used with
chickens or lamb, and that venison was a fre
quent dish. He mentions one sent as a present
and he had a shoulder roasted and a shoulder
baked, and the “umbles” baked in a pie.
The “umbles” were the liver, kidneys, etc.,
and there may be where we get our expres
sion (h)“umblo pie,” when one has to abase
oneself.
This diary throws a clear light on the life of
that time and more thoroughly convinces me
that there has been a steady uplift of human
ity since those days. We who are in moderate
circumstances have more real comfort than
even the monarch of that time. But they were
a jocund lot and well satisfied with themselves.
Cordially,
MRS. FULLER.
she did not run that very minute. She
silently went to work and did not Iojk
up until- 11:30, her lunch hour, arrived.
Then she fled to a lavatory and tried to
remove it. But it was not amenable to
mere soap and water and her efforts
merely resulted in a larger more unsight
ly spot.
Several times that afternoon while she
waiter on customers she saw madame’s j
sharp angry eyes rest upon it. Her spir
its went down. If she should be dis
charged now—she trembled until she got
her pay envelope that night, and only
drew a long breath when madame, after
handing it to her, turned impatiently to
the next girl.
That night when she reached home she
found her mother much worse. The land
lady from whom they rented the two
small light housekeeping rooms that
were ' their only home had been
taken care of her all afternoon,
and she told Annette to get a
doctor as soon as possible. “And say,”
she called after her, as Annette, white
lipped, turned instantly back to the
street, “there’s an awful good doctor
around the corner. Young, but he makes
a specialty of cases like your raa’s. Dr.
Gunley—the name’s right beside the drug
store.”
Annette, still white lipped, her eyes big
with terror, for if her mother died she
had nothing to live for, scarcely knew
that the good-looking young surgeon was
the same man who had witnessed her hu
miliation in the morning. She had a
vague sense of having seen him before.
But it was not until he had worked over
her mother and brought her out of the
almost fatal unconscious spell that she
remembered. Then she thought bitterly
that perhaps now he would understand
why she was shabby.
When she was preparing to leave she
took out her purse to pay him for the
She looked at him frankly.
call. He waved it back. She flushed.
Charity from him was as unbearable as
it would have been from his violet-eyea
companion of that morning.
“Wait till I'm through with your moth
er,” he explained, smiling to ease her em
barrassment. “Then I’ll send in the
whole bill. Do you know,” hesitatingly,
evidently afraid to alarm her, “that an
operation may • be necessary—some
time—”
, “Yes,” she said,-too full of grief for
any slighter emotion. ; “But I hope not
for several months.” ,
“The sooner the better,” he replied
briskly, relieved that she knew the worst,
and so could not be . shocked. “Next week,
I would advise.”
Shq looked at him frankly. “I have
no. money. But if you would wait for
your pay—I am youtig—you would get
it some time, I promise you—” An
nette had no pride when her mother’s
life might be saved.
“Certainly,” he said. “And the op
eration is really interesting enough to
be pay in itself.”
In the morning Annette telephoned to
madame that she would not be down
for two weeks, riihybe longer. She
knew what Mme. Winters would say.
It came, icy cold, like the crack of an
icicle. “Don’t come at all, then. Why
don’t you tell me. frankly that you are
trying another place, and if it doesn’t
pan out-—’’
Annette flung the truth at her. “Be
lieve or not,” she ended. “But,
madame, please let me come back,
then.”
The click of a receiver hung up at
the other end answered her. She went
wearily upstairs, but changed her man
ner to one of animation as she entered
the room where her mother lay, white
but conscious.
“Are you liable to lose your position,
dear?” she asked, worriedly. •
“Of course not,” lied Annette. “She
said to stay with you as long as I
liked.”
Dr. Gunley came presently. Annette,
worried almost to distraction over the
future, was yet conscious of a great
feeling of gladness as she watched him
with her mother. She could trust his
strong yet tender white hands and
earnest gray eyes. She wondered with
a feeling of pain if he were married to
the ^girl with violet eyes or only en
gaged. And the wonder was tinged
with bitter envy. Some girls had so
much. What she had paid, for that
white maline toque was more than An
nette got in a month. Her thoughts
again went shiveringly to the coming
weeks. Sometimes positions were hard
to get. There was a rustle cf silk in
the hall outside and the next moment
madame burst in! . .But not a crabbed,
displeased, nagging madame—a crying
woman who came straight to Annette.
“You poor child! Why didn’t you teli
me before? I’m a hard old woman, I
know. But my own mother died this
same way, years ago, for lack of money
to save her. I was getting $6 a week,
and it embittered me so that I’ve never
been able to get over it until you tele
phoned. But,” she drew a long breath,
“yours will be saved if money is all
that is needed. You'll let me, won’t
you?” she asked, humbly. And then she
recognized Dr. Gunley. And then the
ruling habit came to the surface. “And
did your sister like the hat after she
tried it on at hofne?” she demanded,
with her best selling smile.
"Perfectly,” said the doctor, and
smiled quizzically at Annette.
But madame did not pay for the op
eration. For the doctor, without much
trouble, persuaded Annette to let him
settle it by giving her a gold ring.
DANIELS TO INSPECT
YARDS ON PACIFIC
(By Associated Press.)
WASHINGTON, June 5.—Secretary
Daniels returned today from a trip
which included the dedication of the
Maine memorial in New York, visits to
the New York and Charlestown, Mass.,
navy yards and the opening of the naval
war college at Newport, R. I. He pians
to leave June 12 for a tour of Inspec
tion of the yards and naval stations
on the Pacific coast.
Quits Mercer
REV. S. Y. JAMESON - ,
Who gives up presidency of university
after trustees asked resignation.
His Resignation, Effective at
Once, Followed Resolutions
of Trustees Calling for His
Retirement as President
MACON, Ga., June 5.—Dr. S. Y.
Jameson today tendered to the board
of trustees his resignation as president
of Mercer university, one of the best
known denominational institutions in
the south. The prudential committee
of the university, with the exception
of its constitutional members, also re
signed. The resignations were re
quested in resolutions adopted by the
trustees at a meeting held last night.
This action by Dr. Jameson and tho
prudential committee is declared to be
the climax of friction which is said to
have existed for some time between Dr.
Jameson and the committee on one
side and a majority of the members of
the board of trustees on the other.
It is said the disagreement between
Dr. Jameson and the trustees was # sug-
gested by the president’s action in re
gard to fraternity organizations at the
university and by alleged ruptures with
members of the faculty.
A successor to Dr. Jameson probably
will be named today.
BURNING QF TRESTLE
WRECKS CENTRAL TRAIN
Negro Brakeman Dead and
Two Others May Die From
Injuries
MACON, Ga., June 5.—Westbound
freight train No. 33 from Macon on the
southwestern division of the Central
railroad was wrecked last night at 9
o'clock at Beavers creek, thirty-eight
miles from Macon, when the engine and
ten cars plunged through a burning
trestle into the creek. Engineer OsCar
D. Touchstone, of Macon, and the ne
gro fireman, Reese Lumpkin, were seri
ously »if not fatally injured, and Mar-
cellus Culbert, a negro brakeman, was
killed.
The negro fireman is in the hospital
here suffering from a broken, leg and
injuries physicians say will cause his
death. Engineer Touchstone was badly
burned and his skull fractured. At
tending physicians at Williams sani
tarium this morning stated that he was
dying. The negro brakeman was found
dead at the bottom of the stream.
Wreckers from Macon and Columbus
are now clearing the wreckage as rap
idly as possible. The train was round
ing a curve just before the trestle was
reached, making it impossible for the
engineer to see the burning trestle until
he was too close to stop his heavy
train.
Thel self-sacrificing spirit of Judah,
and the thought of his father’s suf
ferings was too much for the prime
minister. He ordered the attendants to
withdraw, and stood in the room alone
with the eleven sons of Jacob. He
was overcome with his emotion, ano
wept as a manly man would.
The brothers’ state of mind can bet
ter be imagined than described, partic
ularly when the veil was lifted from
their eyes, and they learned that all
along they had been dealing with their
brother wnom they had hated, had
tried to destroy, had sold into slavery,
and had lied about to their father for
twenty-two years. It should have been
the sweetest kind of music in their
ears to have heard from his own lips
the name of their long lost brother, but
it was not. It struck such terror to
their hearts as can scarcely be de
scribed. They were agitated beyond
measure; they did not know what his
next step would be. They knew well
what it should be if they were treated
as they deserved; and the fear of that,
of losing their dearest possession—life
itself—and of leaving their little ones
destitute—oh, it was enough to disturb
them greatly. They deserved it; they
■were absolutely in his power; they had
no cefense of any kind to make; they
could only throw thmselves on his
mercy, and they did not have the face
to do even that.
JOSEPH MANIFESTED.
Let us turn from them a moment to
notice the man over against them.
They knew him until now as Zaphe-
nath-paaneah, the prime minister. In
stead of drawing himself up in his dig
nity, he said: “I am your own brother,
Joseph; how is my father?” No one
can measure the amount of love that
was in those words. I have tried to
give thern tne same tone he did, but I
cennot. Suffice it to say that every
word was weighted with tenderness,
forgiveness and love. Joseph had rec
ognized, had tested, had proven his
brothers and had forgiven them; for in
spite of all their meanness and cruelty
he had never ceased to love them. He
did not condemn them, for he recog
nized that the great God had overruled
their wickedness and had made it fit
into His plans for the salvation'of His
people. Joseph had learned from his
intimate fellowship with God to look
into the depths of His plans, and to
I realize that “all is right that seems
most wrong if it b e Thy sweet will.”
The brothers had last seen him to
recognize him as a slave sold into
bondage by their own hand. They now
ste him in all his glory as the ruler of
all Egypt.
I rave been thinking of a day—how near
it is, I cannot tell, but hope that it is
not far distant-—when we shall stand in
those brothers’ shoes before our great
Brother, Jesus Christ. He was sold
for the price of a slave, He was deliver
ed into bondage, He gave up His life
because of our perfidy and wickedness.
He has dealt with us most mercifully;
He has put us to the test many a time;
He has invited us to sit with Him at
His banquet board, and has honored us
with the choicest of gifts. On that
day of which I am thinking, He shall
manifest Himself to us suddenly. The
veil will be romoved from our eyes, and
we shall see the Suffering Bondslave of
Jehovah as the reigning King of kings.
We shall see the King in His beauty, in
all His glory. We shall stand before
Him, in His power absolutely, and be
conscious as never before of our sin
against Him. All other sins will sink
into insignificance; we shall realize what
we have done that has grieved Him.
I am wondering what your feelings
will be then. Will you be troubled at
His presence? They were because they
had sinned against him. But suppose
they had heard from him and had ac
cepted his proffer of pardon, would they
have been troubled to find themselves
in His presence? or would they have
rejoiced witn great joy?
I know in a small measure how I
shall feel when Jesus is manifested in
all His glory. I shall be glad to see
Him more than I have ever rejoiced to
see anyone, that I may show Him howj
1 thank Him for all His mercies to me. 1
I shall be regretful that I have not!
done more for Him, that I have not
obeyed Him immediately every time Ho
lias suggested a step for me, and that'
therefore my bouquet of flowers for Hinm
is not as large as it might have been.I
But even that sorrow snail be over-j
shadowed by that great joy I shall have'
in being wtih my Redeemer who has
purchased me with His own blood and'
cleansed me by His Spirit.
How you shall feel depends entirely!
on how you are obeying Him now. Test
your life by the coming of Christ. What
will it mean to you—sorrow or joy?
FOR JOSEPH’S SAKE.
Joseph called his brothers to come
near; he wept for joy on Benjamins
neck; and then kissed each one ot the
other ten. “After that”—notice the sig
nificant phrase—they talked with him.
They were dumb in his revealed pres
ence, until he showed them in the most
tender way his full forgiveness of them.
After that their tongues were loosened
and they talked wtih him freely and
fully. v
1 imagine they confessed their sin
against him, and their sorrow for it,
first of all. 1 am sure he asked them
all about the old home, his latner, the
children, and the things that would have
interested nobody else, but were oi in
tense interest to him.
It didn’t take long for the news to
get through the palace. News of that
kind flies faster than bad news. It
soon reached the ears of Pharoah, who
was so interested that he put .himself
out to do the proper thing. He ordered
supplies given them for the journey back,
and insisted that they should return
with their father and families as ■ soon
as they could make the journey. Not
only were supplies of food given, but
wagons were provided so that they could
bring their families with the least diffi
culty and the greatest comfort. Furtherr
more they were told that when they re
turned they could have their choice—
the whole land of Egypt was before
them to use as they pleased.
Now, why all of this great generos
ity? A few hours before they had
stood in the attitude of beggars. They
had come asking the privilege of buying
grain enough to keep their families from
sarving; now they are given the choice
of the country. They had not done any
thing to merit it; in fact, what they
had done merited just the opposite. Why
was it then? It was for Joseph’s sake,
for what he had done. The king de T
lighted to do anything for his brethren,
that would show his appreciation of
what Joseph had done for him and his
people.
My brethren, believers in Jesus
Christ, adopted sons of God, all things
are ours. The riches of earth and of
heaven have been placed at our disposal
to use as we please. “If God spared not
His own Son shall He not with Him
freely give us all things?’’ The world
has been placed at our disposal; the
wisdom, the power, the purity, the love
of God; yes, the life of God is at our
disposal. Why? Have we done anything
to deserve it? No, a thousand times, no.
We merit just the opposite. But it is
ours for Jesus’ sake. God the Father
delights to honor us for what Jesus
did.
Is He yours? Have you been recon
ciled to Him? Listen, He calls you to
come enar, that He may kiss away your
fears, and talk with yo.u. Will -you
come?
ThisGeorgia Mule Seems
Immune from Lightning
(Special Dispatch to The Journal.)
EATONTON, Ga., June 5.—According
to reports received here today, a mule
being worked by the Putnam county
commissioners in orad construction was
struck by lightning twice Saturday
without being harmed.
Superintendent J. H. aPschal Is said
to be the authority for the report.
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1 heaping teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon sugar
3 teaspoons baking powder
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