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THIS NOTED DIVINE’S SUNDAY DIK- COUKSE. Subject: "Boaz and Ruth.” Text; "And she went and came and gleaned in the Held after the reapers, and her hap was to light on a part of tho field belonging unto Boaz, who was of the kin¬ dred of Eiimelccb."—ltuth ii., 3. The time that ltuth and Naomi arrivo at Bethlehem is harvest time. It was the cus¬ tom when a sheaf fell from a load in the harvest Held for tho reapers to refuse to gather it tip. That was to bo loft for the poor who might happen to come along that way. If there were handfuls of grain scat¬ tered ncross the field sifter the main harvest had been reaped, instead of raking it, ns farmers do now. it was, by the custom of the land, left in its place so that the ami poor, coming that wav, might glam “What It get their bread. But you say, is the use of all these harvest Melds to Ruth and Naomi? Naomi is too old and feeble to go out and doil in the sun, and can you expect that ltuth, the young and tho beautiful, should tan her cheeks and blister hor hands in the harvest field?” Boaz owns a large farm, and he goes out to seethe reapers gather in the grain. Com¬ ing there, right behind tho swarthy, sun- browned reapers, he beholds n beautiful woman gleaning—a woman more lit to bond to a harp or sheaves. sit upon a throne than to stoop among tho Ah, that was an event¬ ful day! It was love at first sight. Boaz forms au attachment for the womanly gleaner—an attachment full of undying interest to tho church of God in all ages, while Ruth, with an ephah, or nearly a bushel of barley, goes home to Naomi to tell her the successes and adventures of tho day. That Ruth, who left her native land of Moab In darkness, and traveled through an undying affection for her mother-in-law, is in tho harvest field of Boaz, is affianced to ono of the best families in Judah, and becomes in after time tho an¬ cestress of Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory. Out of so dark a night did thoro ever dawn so bright a morning? I learn in the first place from this subject how trouble develops character. It was be¬ reavement,poverty and exile that developed, illustrated and announced to all ages the sublimity of Ruth’s character. That is a vory unfortunate man who has no trouble. It was sorrow that made John Bunyan the better dreamer, and Dr. Young tho bettor poet, and O’Connell tho better orator, nnd Bishop Hall tho better preacher, and Havelock the b otter sol tier, and Kitto the oettor encyclopaedist, and Ruth the bettor daughter-in-law. I once asked an aged man in regard to his pastor, who was a very brilliant man, “Why is it that your pastor, so very brilliant, seems to have so little heart and tenderness in his sermons?’’ “Well,” ho replied, “the reason is our pastor has never had any trouble. When misfortune comes upon him, his style will be. different.” Aftor awhile the Lord took u child out of that pastor’s hottso, and though tho preacher was just as brilliant as ho was before, oh, the warmth, tho tender¬ ness of his discourses! Tho fact is that trouble is a great educator. You see some¬ times a musician sit down at an instrument nnd his execution is cold and formal ana un¬ feeling. The reason is that all his life he has boon prospered. But let misfortune or bereavement come to that man, and lie sits down at the instrument, and you discover the pathos in the first sweep of tho keys. Misfortune and trials are great educators. A youug doctor comes into a sickroom where there is a dying child. Perhaps ho is very rough in his prescription and very rough in his manner and rough in the feeling of the pulse and rough in his answer to the mother’s anxious question. But years roll on, and there has been one dead in his own house, and now he comes into the sickroom, and with tearful eyes bo looks at tho dying child, and he says, “Ob, how this reminds me of my Charlie!” Trouble, the great educator. Sorrow—I see its toueh in tho grandest painting, I h<ar its tremor in the sweetest song, I feel its power in the mightiest argu¬ ment. Grecian mythology said that tho fountain of Hippocrene was struck out by tho fooc of tho winged horse Pegasus. I have often noticed in life that the brightest and most beautiful fountains of Christ ian comfort and spiritual life have been struck out by tho iron shod hoof of disaster and calamity. I see Daniel’s courage best by the flash of Nebu¬ chadnezzar’s furnace. I see Paul’s prowess best when I find him on the foundering snip under the glare of tho lightning in the breakers of Melita. God crowns his chil¬ dren amid the howling of wild beasts and tho chopping of blood splashed guillotine and the crackling fires of martyrdom. It took the persecutions of Marcus Aurelius to develop Polycarp and Justin Martyr, It took all the hostilities against the Scotch Covenanters and the fury of Lord Clavor- house to develop James ilenwick and Au- drew Melville and Hugh McKttil, tho glorl- ous martyrs of Scotch history. It took the stormy sea and the December blast and tho desolate New England coast and tho wnr wnoopof of savages to show, lorllt Uio prowess the pilgrim fathers. When amid the storms they sang. And the stars heard, and the sea, Amt the sounding aisles of tho dim wood Rang to tho anthems of the free. It took all our past national distresses, and it takes all our present national sorrows to lift up our nation on that high career where it will march long aftor tho foreign aristoc- racies have mocked and tyrannies that have jeered, shall be swept down under the om- nipotent wrath of God, who hates despotism and who, by the strength of his own red right arm, will make all men free. And so it is individually, and in the family, and in thechureband in the world, that through darkness and storm and trouble men, women, churches, nations, are developed. faltering Again, I friendship. see in my text I the beauty of tin- suppose there were plenty of friends for Naomi while she was in prosperity, but of all her acquaintances bow many were willing to trudge off with hor to- ward Judah, wh3n she had to make that lonely journey? One—the heroine of my text. Naomi’s One—absolutely one. I suppose when husband was living, and they had plenty of money, and all things went well, they had a great many callers, but I suppose that after her husband died, and her prop- erty went, and she got old and poor, site was not troubled very much with callers. All the birds that sung in (he bower while the sun shone have gone to their hosts now the night hasfallen. Oh, these beautiful sunflowers that spread out their color in the morning hour! But they are always asleep when the sun is going down. Job had plenty of friends when ho was the richest man in Uz, but when his properly went and the trials came then there were none so much that pestered as Elipbaz the Temanit.-, and Bildad the Shubite, and Zophar the Naamathite. Life often seems to be a mere game, where the successful player pulls down all the other men into his own lap. Let sus- picions arise about a man’s character, and be becomes like a bank in a panic, and all the imputations rush on him and break down in a day that character which in due time would have had strength to defend itself, There are reputations that have been half a century in building which go down under ono push, as n vast t.-mplo is consumed by llio lout'll of a sulphurous miitoli. A hog cun uproot a century plant. heartlossnoss ami Ju this world, so full of hypocrisy, friend faithful how thrilling in days it of Is adversity to Hud somo as as in days of prosperity? David hud such a friend in Musliai; the Jews had such a friend in Mordeoai, Paul who never friend in forgot Oncslphorus, their cause; who laid such a visited him in jail; Christ had such la tho Marys, whe adhered to Him on the cross; Naomi had such a ono in ltuth, who cried out: "Entreat me not to leave thee, or whither to re¬ turn from following nfior thee, for thou geest 1 will go, and whither thou lodgost 1 will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Whore tliou i dlost will I die, and there will 1 In buried, Tito Lord do so to me, nnd more also. If aught but death cart vou nnd me.” Again. I learn from this subject that paths which open in hardship and darkness often pome out in places ot Joy. When Ruth started from Moab toward Jerusalem to go along with her mother-in-law, I suppose the peo¬ ple said: "Oh. what a foolish creature to go away from her father’s house: to go off with a poor old woman toward tho land of Judah! They won’t live to get across Hie desert. They will be drowned in the sea, or the jackals of the wilderness will destroy them.” It was a verv dark morning when Ruth started off with Naomi. But behold her In my text in the harvest Held of Boaz, to be nfllitne.ed to one of the lords of tiie land and become one of the grandmothers of Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory. And so It darkly often is that a paih which often starts very ends very hr glitly. When you started out for heaven, oh, how dark was the hour of conviction; how Sinai thundered and the devils tormented nnd tho darkness thickened! All the sins of your life pounced upon you an I it was tho darkest hour you ever saw when you first found out your sins. After awhile you went into tho harvest field of God’s tneroy. You began to glean in the fields of divine promise and you had more sheaves than you could carry as the voice of God addressed you saying, "Blessed is the man whoso transgressions are forgiven and whose sins are covered.” A very dark starting in conviction, a very bright ending in the pardon and the hope and the triumph of the gospel! Ho, very spiritual often in our worldly business or in our career w« start off on a very dark path. We must go. Tho flesh may shrink back, but there is a voice within, or a voice from above, saving, "You must go.” And wo have to drink the gall, and wo have to carry tho cross, nnd we have to traverse tho desert, and wo are pounded nnd flailed of misrepresentation and abuse, and we have to urge our way through 10,000 obstacles that have been slain bv our own right arm. We liavo to feril tlie river, we bavo to climb tho mountain, we have to storm the eastlo, but, blessed be God, the day of rest and re¬ ward will como. On the tip top of the cap¬ tured battlements wo will shout tho victory; if not in this world, then in that world where there Is no gall to drink, no bunions to carry, no battles to light. How do l know it? Know it! I know it because God says so: “They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more, neither shall tho sun light on them, nor any heat, for the Lamb which is in tho midst of tho throne shall lead them to living fountains of water, nnd God ahull wipe all tears from their eyes ” It was very hard for Noalt to endure the scoffing of the people in bis day, while lie was trying to httlld the ark and was overv morning quizzed about his old boat that would never lie of any practical use; but when tho deltigo came and tho tops of tho mountains disappeared like tho backs of son- monsters, and tho elements, lashed up in fury, clapped their hands over a drowned world then Noah in tho ark rejoiced in his own safety and in tho safety of his family nnd looked out on tho wreck of a ruined earth. Christ, hounded of persecutors, denied a pillow, worse maltreated than tho thieves on either side of tho cross, human imto smack¬ ing its lips in satisfaction after it had been draining its last drop of blood, the sheeted dead bursting from the sepulchers at His crucifixion! Tell me, O Gothsomane and those? Golgotha, were tho there booming ever darker of tho times midnight than Like sea against the rock, ihe surges ot Christ’s anguish beat against the gates of eternity, to be echoed back by all the thrones of heaven and all the dungeons of hell. But tho day of reward comes for Christ. All tho pomp and dominion of this world arc to ho hung on His throne, crowned heads are to Imw be¬ fore Him on whoso head aro many crowns, and all tho celestial humming worship is to como up like at His feet, like the of the forest, the rushing of the waters, like the thunder¬ ing of the seas, while all heaven, rising on thoir thrones, beat time with their scepters, “Halleluiah, for ihe Lord God omnipotent roigneth ” That song of love, now low nnd far, Ere long shall swell from star to star; That light, the breaking day which tips The golden spired Apocalypse, Again, I learn from my subject that events which seem to be most insignificant may be momentous. Can you imagine anything more unimportant than the coming of a poor woman from Moab to Judah? Can you imagine anything more trivia! than the fact that this Ruth just happened | to alight—as ' h ®Y “SH"? * a PP e “ e, to ,, | i « ht on tl "‘ t °' d of J ' Y f a " a f w ; "» I , . huvo ,,ri intBrBSt , 11 tl,e fatthatshewas to , XisTand 5 a'umdions ami kingdoms look at that one little incident with a thrill of unspeakable and eternal satisfaction. Ko it is in your history and in mine. Events that you thought of no importance at all have bean of very great moment. That casual conversation, that nccldentiai mcet- ing—yon did not think of it again for a long while, but how it changed nil the phases of your life. it seemed to be of no importance that Jubal invented rude instruments of music, calling them harp and organs, but they were the introduction,of all the world’s minstrelsy, and as you hear the vibration of a stringed instrument, even after the lingers have been taken away from it, so all music now of lute and drum and cornet is only the long con- tiiiued btrains of Jul>al’s harp and Jubai’s organ. It seemed to be a matter of vory lit- tie importance that Tubal Cain learned the uses of copper and iron, but that rude foun- dry of ancient days has its echo in tho rattle of Birmingham machinery and the roar and bang of factories on the Merrimuc. It seemed to be a matter of no importance that Luther found a Bib o in a monastery, but as he opened that Bible and tho brass- bound lids fell back they jarred everything, and the rustling of the wormed leaves was the sound of the wings of the angel of the reformation. It seemed to bo a matter of no importance that a woman whose name has been forgotten dropped a tract in the way of a very bad man of the name of Richard Uax- ter. He picked up the tract and read it, and it was the means ot his salvation. In after days that man wrote a book called “The Call to the Unconverted,” that was the means of bringing a mnltitudo to God, uinong others Phillip Doddridge. “Tho Philip Doddridge wrote a book called Rise and Pro- gross of Religion,” which has brought thousands and tons of thousands into the kingdom of God and among others the great Wilborforce. Wilberforco wrote a book called “A Practical View of Christian- ity,” which w.as the means of bringing a great multitude to Christ, among others Legb Richmond. Legh Richmond wrote u VOL. V. NO. 38. trnt-t cnllo.l "flm I> ilryuiaii’.i Daughter,” which litis bueu tho mi'iius of tho salvation of unoonvmlc I imiltilUihis. Ami thut tide of infliumco stunud from the fact that one (Jinqailuu woman dropped a Christian tract in tho way o ltictmrd Bnxitir, lilehnrd the tide of in- lluenoo rolling on through Baxter, through the great Wi I perforce, through Ic gli Kiohinoud, on, on, on, forever, for¬ ever. So tho insiguiflcaut events of this world, seem, after all, to no the most mo¬ mentous. Again, I see in my'subject an illustration oi i lie beauty of female industry. liohold ltuth toiling in the harvest Hold under tho hot sun or at noon taking plain bread with Hie reapers or eating the parched corn which Hoar, -handed to her. The cus¬ toms of society, of course, have changed, and without tlie hardships and exposure to which ltuth was subjected every intelligent womau will llml something to do. I know there is a sickly sentimentality on this subject. Iti some families there art* persons hold community, of no practical service to tho house¬ or and, though there are so many woes all around about them in tho world,they spend their time languishing over a new pattern or bursting into tears at mid¬ night over the story of some lover who shot himself. They would not deign to look at Until carrying back tho barley on her way homo fastidiousness to her mother-in-law, Naomi. All litis may seem to do very well while they are- under tin* shelter of their lather’s house, but when ihe sharp wiuler of misfortune comes, what of those butterflies? Persons under indulgent parentage may get upon themselves habits of indolenoe, but When they como out into practical life thoir soul will recoil with disgust and chagrin. They will feel lit tliolr hearts what tho poet so severely satirized when he said: Folks are so awkward, things so impolite, They’re elegantly pained from morning until Through that gate of indolence how many men and women have marched, useless ou earth, to a destroyed eternity! Spinola said to Sir die?" Horace Vere, having "Of what did your brother “Of nothing to do,” was the answer. "Ah.” said Spinola, “that’s enough to kill any general of us!” Oh, can it be possible in tills world, where there is so much suffering to be alleviated, so much darkness to be enlightened and so many bur¬ dens lo bo carried, that there is any person who cannot find anything to do? Mine, do Stael did a world of work in her time, and one day, while site was seated amid Instruments and of music, all of which she had mastered, amid manuscript books which site had written, some one said toiler, “How do you find time to attend to all these things?” "Oh,” proud she replied, "these are not the things I am of. My chief boast ts in tlie fact that l have seventeen trades, by any one of which 1 could make a livelihood if necessary.” And, if in secular spheres thoro is so much to be done, in spiritual work how vast the field! Hew many dying all around about us without one word of comfort! We want more Abigails, more Hannahs, more Rebeccas, more Marys, mere Deborahs, con¬ secrated, body, mind, soul, to tho Lord who bought them. Onco more I learn from mv subject the value of gleaning. Rutli going into that harvest field might have said : “There is a straw, and there is a straw, but wlint is a straw? 1 cau’t get tiny barley for myself or my mother-in-law out of these separnto straws.” Not so said beautiful Ruth, She gathered two straws, and she put them enough together, make and moro sheaf. straws, Put¬ until she got to a ting that down, she went and gathered more straws, until site had another sheaf, and another, and another, together, nnd another, and she and tliroshed th en she brought them them out, and she had an nphnh of barley, nigh a bushel. Oh, that wo might all bo gleaners! Rlihu Burritt learned many tilings whilo toiling in a blacksmith shop. Abercrombie, tho world renowned Scotland, philosopher, ids was phil¬ a philosopher the in chief and of ho it, got while osophy, or waiting part for door as the a physician he was Yet how the thoro ol sickroom lo open. many are in this day who say they are so busy they have no time for mental or spiritual im¬ provement. The great duties of life cross the field lilto strong reapers and carry off all the hours, and there is only here ami there a fragment left that is net worth gleaning. Ah, my friends, you could go Into the busiest day and busiest week of your life anil find golden might opportunities, last make whole which, sheaf gathered, for tlie at a Lord’s garner, privileges It Is tho stray opportunities and and tlie stray which, taken yp bound together and beaten out, will at last fill you with much joy. worth There are a few moments left tho gleaning. Now, Ruth, to the field! May each ono linvo ti measure full and running over! Oh, you gleaners, to tlie field! And if thoro be in your household an aged one or a sick relative tlnit is not strong enough to come forth and toil in this field, then let Ruth take homo to feeble Naomi thin sheaf of gleaning. “Ho that goeth forth doubtless and woepolh, hearing again precious seed, shall coins with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him." May the Lord God of Ruth and Naomi be our portion forever! Fox and Hounds. For a little way the pack follows steadily upon the line, gaining fast; suddenly a loading hound views a hun¬ dred yards in front the beaten fox. He raises his voice in a frantic de¬ light; the rest of the pack in turn catch sight of their prey, and now, ravening together, dash forward with a crash of voices with renewed pace and vigor, The fox knows now that the end is very near, yet he still holds his head straight and presses on. The sight even to the hardened tox-hunter is almost a pathetic one. Here is no friendly ditch, no bush, no shelter of any kind, where the hunted creature may set himself up at the last and die at least with his back to the wall. All is bare, inhospitable, and open. The pack flashes forward, one hound three lengths ahead of his fellows. He is within five yards of his prey; the fox suddenly .faces round with open mouth and bared teeth; the big hound grapples him fiercely, receiving a nasty bite as he does so; in another instant the whole pack are mingled in one wild delirium; the death has come. The huntsman gallops up, jumps off his good chestnut, rescues the dead and now tattered quarry, and, with the field gathered round him, proceeds to conduct the last, rites in due form.— Saturday Review. A WARM RECEPTION. It was 3 a. m. He had just come home. Site regarded him for a momeut in silence. At length she spoke. Furthermore, she spoke at length.