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VOL X,
JAMIE HAS TOLD ME HE LOVES ME
BY CHARLES SI’TLYAIKE.
Whirr, whirr, spindle an’ wheel,
Naebody knows the rustlin’ I feel
gtirrin’ an’ whirrin’ me down to the heel;
For Jamie has told me he loves me.
Flax, thread, treadle an’ a’,
Kinnin’ an’ bouncin’ an’ tearin’ awa,
Js naethin’ to what’s in my noddle at a’
For Jamie has told me he loves me.
Snap, break, a’ things in a mix,
Tangle an’ knots in a deil o’ a fh:—
Like to my heart wi’ ita bletherin’ tricks—
Since Jamie has told me he loves me.
Whirr, whirr, spindle and wheel,
A’ is now ruinin’ as smooth as an eel,
For I know I love Jamie clear down to
my heel,
An’ Jamie has told, me he loves me.
—The Delineator.
MIIS. HUGGINS had a few
reasons for keeping Tommy
at school. In the first place,
C % lie was too young to go to
work, she wanted to keep him off the
streets and. Incidentally, she wanted
him to learn something. Tommy’s
teacher had many reasons for wishing
Mrs. Huggins would keep him at home.
From the pedagogical point of view,
Tommy was a scourge. Then he didn’t
learn anything, or, if he did, he con
trived to keep the fact religiously con
cealed from those concerned.
The only time he ever showed any
serious interest in the school exercises
was when the Are drill was introduced,
and when he found that the children
were to march out of the building to
the beat of a drum he sneaked shame
facedly up to the principal and, hold
ing Ids tattered cap in Ids dirty hands
behind him, said:
“Mister Morgan, sir, kin I please
beat the drum?”
The astonished principal fairly glow
ered at Tommy’s audacity.
“What!” he snapped, "you beat the
drum? Why, sir, you've been on tbe
truant list four times this month. No,
indeed, you’ll have to improve your
conduct very much before you can
YOUNG HUGGINS KEPT HIS WORD TOO,
have a chance at that drum. That’s
to be a reward of merit in the school.
The best boy in each room will be the
drummer.”
Tommy slunk away, an object of
renewed curiosity to half a dozen of
Ids watching comrades.
“What’r yeou rubberin’ at?” he
growled at Clarence, the model pupil.
“I’m gotn’ t’lick you th’ first time yeou
beat the drum.”
The next day tile fire drill became
part of the regular exercises. The
best boy in each room was intrusted
with anew drum and a pair of sticks.
The principal took them all in the
basement and gave them a lesson in
beating a march-time and a quick
step. Tommy saw with suppressed
wrath that Clarence was the chosen
one, and as the good boy went past
his desk to accept the proud appoint
ment he saw a dirty fist with a pro
truding knuckle shaken threateningly
at him.
“I’m goin’ t’lick yeou after school,”
murmured Tommy.
The fire drill proved a great delight
to everybody except Tommy and Clar
ence. The former was devoured with
a consuming desire to wallop the drum
mer, and the latter was hardly able
to keep time, so groat was Ills dread of
the puissant Tommy and the promised
“lickin’.”
doling Huggins kept his word, too.
Ie whipped Clarence that eveijing
until the good boy agreed to give up
his job as drummer. When Charlie
■bines, the second-best boy, took the
lrum. Tommy issued another ultima
tum, with the result mat Charlie tear
’ullj yielded the honor, after first sus
taining a somewhat vigorous pummel-
u £- No doubt Tommy would have
continued this line of action until the
drum had descended by inevitable
gradations to himself, but his teacher
tbund out all about it and Mrs. Hug
g'ns was duly notified that if her
son persisted in his muscular pursuit
of class honors lie would be expelled.
.??’ Tommy had any good quality,
" dch is more or less doubtful, it was
,l fondness for the poor old widow
' V | ° called him “her baby,” so he
Promptly promised to quit "lickin’”
us classmates, and she rewarded his
penitence with the girt of anew drum.
this appropriate gift somewhat pla
jated Tommy’s disappointed venom,
ut it proved anew source of annoy
ance at school. The boy insisted on
carrying it thither every morning for
Ul ° purpose, as he said, “Of showin’
dem kids how t’ brat a drum fur true.”
e would come to the school half an
lour too early and march around the
'Hiding, beating all kinds of weird and
stirring music from his drum. When
e scliool-bell rang, he'd leave the
nsti ument with the fat old woman
iv 10 Kept the grocery next door, but
nt recess, at noon, and in the evening
>o would reappear ready to challenge
ci <rj body to a drum-heating contest.
s his skill waxed greater his rivals
tell away and in due time Tommy
DADE COUNTY SENTINEL.
came to be recognized as “tlf chain
peen.”
Meanwhile the Are drills became less
frequent as the children became quick
and proficient in tile maneuvers calcu
lated to maintain order and safety in
ease of a fire. For a while weekly
drills became the rule, then fortnightly,
then monthly, until, as tbe warm days
came on and the Tires iu the furnace
were allowed to go out, the fire drills
were forgotten and dust began to ac
cumulate on the class drums.
One w T ann May day a sudden puff
of hot smoke swept hi through the
north windows of the building and
threw the school into sudden panic.
A rush of crackling flames, the shouts
of people in the street, an explosion and
the stifling smell of gasoline completed
the disorder. The forgotten school fire
bell did not ring, the teachers shrieked,
the children began to cry and rush for
the doors.
Tommy's room was on the top floor.
His teacher, with forty scared young
sters pellmell at her heels, was rush
ing down the steps when she and they
heard the first tap of a drum. In the
whole building it was tbe only one
that sounded.
“Rap Tap Rap-tap a-tap.”
Slowly at first, but with increasing
speed, loud, precise and vigorous until
every frightened child in the swarm
ing hallways heard It and instinctively
fell into the marching order of the al
most forgotten fire drill. It recalled
the scattered senses of the teachers,
and its gay tattoo of rollicking strokes
seemed to mock at the fire, which was
now roaring Into the north windows
and filling the halls with smoke.
The principal and teachers and the
awe-stricken children who first gained
the street and saw the fire department
attack the burning grocery store could
bear the wonderful volleys for minutes
after they were safe. The drummer
seemed in haste to escape, and the ex
posed wing of the schoolhouse was all
ablaze when he, the last of all,
marched out to the music of bis own
making.
It was Tommy. They all cheered
him as he arrived on the sidewalk,
and the women were for kissing him,
but he seemed in no mood to quit
drumming. On tbe contrary, his stub
born, but ambitious mind seemed bent
on a further display of his ability in
this line. He acted as though it was
his last chance to appear to advan
tage, and he was “rubbing it in” on
the whole gallery of his rivals, his
teachers and the principal. So he
struck a few fancy measures, and,
perhaps with a furtive anticipation of
an enforced vacation, made them as
merry as a drum can yield.
Nobody ever could convince Tommy
that he was a hero. But when school
reopened he was permanently “class
drummer,” and nowadays even the
stern principal is lenient with the law
less boy.—John 11. Raftery, in the
Chicago Record-Herald.
Wanted Ills Share,
“The Treasury Department runs
across many funny things In the course
of a day's business,” said an official
of that department. “The malls are
full of curious epistles, but as a rule
most of them receive polite attention,
and answers are returned. Just before
the close of the year that euded with
December 31 Secretary Gage gave an
interview showing the splendid condi
tion of the country in a financial way,
and the full purse of Uncle Sam. In
his statement he showed that four
years ago or a little more the per capita
of circulation throughout the country
was only $23.14, but that although the
populatiou had increased the volume
of money has more than kept pace,
so that the per capita at the first of
the year was $28.73. A man named
Schmidt, in New York, saw the state
ment, and the day after New Year’s
wrote a letter to the Treasurer, saying
that if the per capita was so much, he
certainly did not have his portion of
it. He enclosed a draft on the Treas
urer for the amount that he considered
he was entitled to. The draft was pre
sented to Treasurer Roberts, with
great solemnity, but he declined to
honor it, and directed that no answer
be sent to Mr. Schmidt, whose letter
was well written and the handwriting
good.”—Washington Star.
Soldiers' Homes.
The National Home for Disabled
Volunteer Soldiers at Washington, has
branches at Dayton, Ohio; Milwaukee,
Wls.; Togus, Me.; Hampton, Yu.; Leav
enworth, Kan.; Santa Monica, Cal.;
Marlon, Ind., and Danville, 111. Then
there are State homes in California,
Colorado, Connecticut, Idaho, Illinois,
Indiana, lowa, Kansas, Massachusetts,
Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, New
Jersey, New Y’ork, North Dakota, Ohio,
Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island,
South Dakota, Vermont, Washington,
Wisconsin and Wyoming. Disability
that prevents the applicant from earn
ing Ills living is a common requirement
for admission. A veteran receiving a
greater pension that $lO a month is in
eligible, under ordinary eouditions, for
the National Home; elsewhere the
practice varies.
Last of "Jack the Hipper.’*
A Dolton correspondent telegraphs:
James Ilillingtou, the hangman, whose
death took place a few days ago, de
clared that he never hanged anybody
with greater satisfaction than he did
Dr. Neill Cream, whom he believed to
his dying day to have been “Jack the
Ripper.” Dr. Cream did all he could
to delay the execution, and Billingtou,
becoming impatient, suddenly pulled
the fntal bolt. As he did so he dis
tinctly heard Cream say. “I am
jack •’ and believed In another sec
ond he would have confessed he was
“jack the Ripper.” Certainly, as Ril
lington put It. we never heard of the
“Ripper” afterward—Loudon Chron
icle.
BILL ARP’S LETTER
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Bartow Philosopher Apa : n Re
verts to Ancient Mythology.
MARCH IS A MUCH DESPISED MONTH
, With Its Bluster and Disagreeableness
It Has no Friends—How the
Month Got Its Name.
March has no friends. It is a disa
greeable, uncertain, blustering month.
It was named Ur -Mars, the god of
War, who was the son of Jupiter, and
was always hunting around for a
fight. He was believed to be the
father of Romulus, the founder of the
Roman Empire, and hence was held in
great reverence by the Romans-. March
was named for him. Those old
greeks and Romans had no weeks —
nor days of the veek —no Sundays or
Mondays or any ether day, but they
divided time by Calends and Ides. The
Calends were the first days of the
month and the Ides were the flfteenth.
All the intermediate days were des
ignated by these, for instance, the
third day after the Calends of May,
of the fifth day before the Ides of
March. The Roman senate Always
began its sessions on the Ides of tho
month, except that after Julius Cae
sar was murdered the anniversity of
that day, the Ides of March, was ob
served as a sacred day. I want the
young people to know and remember
that we got our months from Roman
mythology, and the days of our weeks
from the Scandinavian mythology.
Now listen to a part of this wonderful
story, for it is classic and more fas
cinating than the Arabian Nights.
Two thousand years ago it wa.s the
faith and religion of millions of peo
ple. Jupiter was the god of the Greeks
and the Romans, and Woden was the
god of the Norsemen, and each had a
son who was the god of war. There
was the son of Woden. Wednesday
was named for Woden, and it was
originally Woden’s day. Thursday
was named for Thor, and Friday for
his mother. Each of these mytholo
gies had a hades or infernal region
for bad people and evil spirits. Pluto
presided over the one, and a woman
named Hela over the other. That is
where the word Hell comes from. It
seems an awful thing to put hell in
charge cf a woman, hut they said that
no man was as bad as a bad woman.
Her father was named 1.0 k., and she
had two brothers. One was a serpent
so big and long that it wrapped around
the world and swallowed its own tail.
The other was a wolf so strong that
he broke the strongest chains just like
they were cobwebs. Then Woden got
the mountain spirits to make another
chain, and they made it o-f six things:
The noise of a cat walking, the beard
of a woman, the roots of stones, the
breath cf fishes, the smiles of bears
and the spittle of birds. When the
chain was finished it was so small and
smooth and soft as a silken string, but
no power on earth could break it. And
so they chained him and killed him.
But listen what kind of a home Miss
Hela had. Hunger was her dining ta
ble. Starvation was her knife. De
lay was her man servant —Sloth her
maid servant. A precipice was her
doorstep. Care her bed, and Anguish
the curtains to her bed chamber. No
wonder she was- cruel and always
wore a stern, unhappy and forbidding
countenance.
This Is just a sample of their myth
ology. It fills up several books. Now.
where in the world did that people get
all those wonderful stories. Away
back in the ages they must have had
poets more imaginative than Homer.
Some of our learned men say they got
the foundation of many of them from
the Bible. For the story goes that
away back in the ages the people got
so bad that Jupiter got dreadful mad
with them and resolved to destroy
them. So he summoned all the gods
to come to him, and they came from all
parts of the heavens, traveling on the
milky way, which is the street of the
gods, and after taking counsel together
the determined to destroy all mankind
and start with anew pair. -So Jupiter
was about to launch a red hot thunder
bolt at the earth and burn it up, buW
one of the gods told him that he had
better not, for he might bun| up
heaven, too. So he concluded to use
water instead of fire, and then came
the flood which drowned every human
being except Deucalion and his wife,
who were good people. They escaped
to the top of a -njuntain called Parnas
sus and were saved. This is very
much like the Bible story of the flood
and of Noah and Mount Ararat. And
just so they got Hercules from Samp
son, and Vulcan and Apollo from Ju
bal and Jubal Cain, and the Dragon
from the serpent that tempted Eve,
and the giants who tried to scale the
walls of heaven from Nimrod and his
tower. Every great heathen god had
a favorite son just as our Christian
God has a Son. There is something
sublime and comforting in even be
lieving or imagining that a great and
good being is somewhere in the heav
ens overruling the earth and its peo
ple, prospering the good and punish
ing the evil. The fact that this all
powerful being is invisible makes His
existence the more impressive. Ju
piter had a bountiful palace of gold
and silver at Valhalla, and it could
only be reached by walking on a rain
bow. And we pray to our God. saying:
“Oh, Thou who dwellest in the heav
ens,” and not in the temples made by
hands, History gives no account of
OfELoicil Organ of Dado COunty
TRENTON. GA. FRIDAY. MARCH 14.1902.
any people who did not put their trust
In some God, and this proves our con
fession of weakness and our need of
strength from some supernatural di
vinity. The more cultured ahd en
lightened we become the more con
scious We are of oUr weakness. Chil
dren depend absolutely Upon their pa
r£hts until afar up In their teens. They
do hot need any other God, but by and
by the parents pass away or fail to
supply -their increasing wants and
then comes that feeling of helplessness
and the want of a protector. Reflec
tion comes with age, and the more
reflective a man becomes and the more
intelligent from study and culture, the
more he must realize his ignorance
and dependence. Therefore, I cannot
Understand how such a cultured gentle
man as tiigersoll could be so irreverent
so careless and prayerlcss about his
own existence, for he cannot tell by
what power he raised his hand or
closes, his eyes when he wills to do
so. He says he would have planned
many things very different. lie would
have given a man wings and the power
to fly, He would have made health
catching Instead of disease. He would
have made infants colic proof, and
they should have been as lively when
born as little chicks when they come
out cf the shell, and the old men
should always be calm and serene.
In fact, he would have made everybody
happy during life and every death a
painless one. He ought to have gone
a little farther and abolished death
and then created more worlds for the
never-dying people to live in. But
we are here and we have to submit
to things as we And them, and as Gov
ernor Oates said, “Mr. Ingersoil, what
are you going to do about it?”
And now I want this month of March
to hurry up and pass away. It is ag
gravating my grippe, and I feel more
like writing “an ode to melancholy.”
It contracts and withers my charity
for my fellow men. I don’t care a cent
for Roosevelt and Tillman, nor Spoon
er, nor the Atlanta depot. But as the
old Persian prophet said, “Even this
shall pass away.” Fifty-three years
ago today my wife and I were married,
but on our account the weather was
as lovely as a Inland night. I was
one of ten wife was one
of have ten, and they have
twenixand no great calamnity or af
fliction hath befallen us, thanks to the
good Lord for His mercies.—Bill Arp,
in Atlanta Constitution.
THE REVENGE OF ANIMALS.
This Unpleasant Sentiment Is Weil
Developed in Some of Them.
A number of authentic anecdotes
have been collected by Le Tour du
Monde to ilustrate the fact that, the
sentiment of revenge is very rvell de
veloped in some animals. Everybody
know r s that elephants, for example,
have long memories when they are
subjected to treatment that hurts their
feelings. Captain Shippe of the
French army, discovered this fact to
his sorrow six weeks after he had
given an elephant a sandwich sprink-
with cayenne pepper. The
tain had almost forgotten the inciyfit
when he next saw the animal a ,'JM at
tempted to caress him: but fJ f- ele
phant, recognizing the prar -V-Jn jokca
suddenly absorbed a on an i jr
water from a puddle neJfJMHlirdif
fused it over the officejgnmfiorm.
Griffith, the historiafL tells a story
of two Indian elephants at the siege
of Burtpore. Water was scarce and
in great demand which gave unusual
value to a well that had not dried up.
One day just as a small elephant and
his driver were leaving the well, the
animal carrying a pail of water a very
large and strong elephant seized the
pail and drank the water. The smaller
elephant, conscious of his inferior
strength, showed no resentment but
bided his time. One day he saw his
enemy standing broadside by a well.
The little fellow suddenly rushed for-
ward with all the energy at his com
mand, butted the big one on the side
and tumbled him over Into the well.
An Indian missionary tells of an in
discreet person whom he saw teasing
an elephant by pricking his trunk with
a pin and then feeding him with let
tuce satad which no elephant has any
use for. The animal was rather flow
in anger and he had not fully decided
to be mad till a half hour had elapsed,
when he suddenly seized man’s Ivat
from his head tore it into shreds and
flung the fragments into the face of
his tormentor.
A British magazine told a while
ago, of a milkman's dog that was the
terror of all smaller canines, as he
was a fighter and never missed a
chance to mix up in a row. Most of
the dogs in the neighborhood bore
scars as evidence of his ferocity and
prowess. None of them could match
him in a fight. The idea finally oc
curred to them, however, that there is
strength in union, and so one night
about a dozen of them went to the
home of the tormentor and thrashed
him within an inch of his life. The
milkman found next morning that his
dog was nearly detul from thi wounds
inflicted. When he recover'd fr'-m
the scrimmage he was a changed dog,
having wholly lost his taste for fight
ing.
Sir Andrew Smith, a zoologist, told
Darwin that one day he saw a tam>
baboon in South Africa bespatter with
mud an officer, who, all spick and
span, was on his way to parade. The
officer had frequently teased the ani
mal. which took this effective means
of revenge. Parrots also are among
the animals who do not soon forget
persons who tease or maltreat them
They usually find some way to give
some unpleasant moments to those
Who are unkind to them.
DR.TALnAGE’SSERfION
The' Eminent Divine’s Sunday
Discourse.
Subject! Temptations Kor tlie Young—The
Assailant!* of Virtue and ttdnesty Are
Numerous—Need For Divine I’fdtectloU
fc-God’s Grace Bili.gath Salvation.
Washington 4; D. €.— A familiar illus
tration from the barnyard is Employed in
this discourse by Dr. Talmage tJ show
the comfort and protection that heaven af
fords to all trusting souls. The text is
MattiierV xxiii; 37, “Even as a hen gather
eth her chickens under her wings, and ye
would not."
Jerusalem was in sight C3 Christ caniC
to the crest of Mount Olivet, a height of
700 feet. The splendors of the religious
capita! of the whole earth irradiated the
landscape, There is the temple. Yonder
is the king’s palace, Spread out before
His eyes are the pomp, wealth, the Wick*
edness and the coming destruction of Je*
riisalem, and lie bursts into tears at the
thought of the obduracy of ft place that
He would gladly have saved and apostro
phizes, saying, “0 Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
how often would I have gathered thy
children together, even as a hen gathereth
her chickens under her wings, and ye
Would not?”
Wh.V did Christ select hen and chickens
as a simile? Next id the appositeness of
the Comparison, I think it Was to help all
public teachers in the matter of illustra
tion to get down off their stilts and use
Comparisons that all can understand. The
plainest bird on earth iff tlie barnyard
fowl. Its only Comments are trie red
comb in its head-dress and the wattles un
der the throat. It lifts no grandeur of
genealogy. All we know is that its ances
tors came from India, some of them from
a height of 400(1 feet bn the side? of the
Himalayas. It has nd pretension bf iiest
like the eagle’s evrie; It has nd .lustre bf
plumage like the goldfinch. Possessing
anatomy that allows flight, yet about the
last thing it wants to do is to fly, and in
retreat uses foot almost as much as wing.
Musicians have written out in musical
scale the song of lark and robin redbri f
and nightingale, yet the hen of my text
hath nothing that could be taken for_ a
song, hut only cluck and cackle, .Yet
Christ in the text uttered while looking
upon deemed Jerusalem declares that what
He had wished for that city was like what
the hen does for her chickens,
Christ was thus simple iri His teach*
ings, and yet how hard it is for us who
are Sunday-school instructors and editors
and preachers and reformers and those
who would gain the ears of audiences to
attain that heavenly and divine art of sim-
plicity! We have to run a course of lit
erary disorders as children a course of phy
sical disorders* We come out of school
and college loaded down with Greek my
thologies and out of the theological Semin-;
ary weighed down with what the learned
fatliers said, and we fly with wings of
eagles and flamingoes and albatrosses, and
it takes a good while before we can come
down to Christ's similitudes, the candle
under the bushel, the salt that has lost its
savor, the net thrown into the sea, the
spittle on the eyes of the blind man and
the hen and chickens.
I am in warm sympathy with the unpre
tentious old fashioned hen because, like
most of Us, she has to scratch for a living.
She knows at the start the lesson which
most people of good sense are slow to
learn—that the gaining of a livelihood im
plies work, and that successes do not lie
on the surface, btjL are to be upturned by
positive and connrmcus effort. The rea
son that society and the church and the
world are so full of failures, so full of loaf
ers, so full ojrfcadbeats is because people
are pot to take the lesson
which anywould teach them that if
they wou/j^kJ for themselves and for
those deS'Jßt upon them anything worth
having scratch for it. Solo
mon sdßWpo to the ant, thou sluggard.”
I sav. hen, thou sluggard. In
the bid God compares Himself
to an up her nest, and in
NewSStament the Holy Spirit is
descending dove, but Christ
in a sevWhat began with cutting sar
casm and ends with the
in the text compares
ddHi the country we saw sudden
in the behavior of old Dom
inick. Xfl' the hen should be so dis
turbed could not understand. We
looked <JHit to see if a neighbor’s dog
were the farm. We looked up to
gee if aXrm cloud were hovering. We
could sjjimiathing on the ground that could
terrori fifjSnd we could sec nothing in the
air to the feathers of the hen, but
the affrighted cluck which
her brood at full run under
her fejHvs made us look again around
and alHHus, when we saw that high up
and fajgßßay there was a rapacious bird
wheciijjßßund and round and down and
down,Hß|not seeing us as we stood in
the slaPWrl it came nearer and lower un
til v-J/snw its beak was curved from base
to tm and it had two flames of fire for
eyejf and it was a hawk. But all the
ckfliens were under old Dominick's wings,
and either the bird of prey caught a
glimpse of us or not able to find the brood
huddled under wing, darted back into the
So Christ calls with great earnestness to
all the voting. Whv. what is the matter?
It is bright sunlight, and there can be no
danger. Health is theirs. A good home
is theirs. Plenty of food is theirs. Pros
pect of long life is theirs. But Christ con
tinues to call, calls with more emphasis
and urges haste and says not a second
ought to b< lost. Oh, do tell us what is
the matter. Ah, now I see; there are
hawks of temptation in the air, there are
vultures wheeling for their prey, there
arc beaks of death ready to plunge, there
are claws of allurement ready to clutch.
Now I see the peril. Now I understand
the urgercy. Now I see the only safety.
Would that Christ might this day take
our sons and daughters into His shelter
“as a hen gaihereth her chickens under
her wing.”
The fact is that the most of them will
never rnird the shelter unless while they
are chickens. It is a simple matter of in
exorable statistics that most of those who
do not come to Christ in youth never come
at all. What chance is there for the
young without divine protection? There
are the grogshops, there are the gamb
ling hells, there are the infidelities and
immoralities of spiritualism, there are the
bad books, there arc the impurities, there
are the business rascalities, and so numer
ous are these assailants that it is a wonder
that honesty and virtue are not lost arts.
The birds of prey, diurnal and nocturnal,
of the natural world arc ever on the alert.
They are assassins of the sky; they have
varieties of taste. The eagle prefers the
flesh of the living animals; the vulture
prefers the carcass; the falcon kills with
one stroke, while other styles of beak
give prolongation of torture. And so the
temptations of this life are various.
Fathers, mothers, older brothers and
sisters and Sabbath-school teachers, be
quick and earnest and prayerful and im
portunate and get the chickens under wing.
May the Sabbath schools of \mcrica and
Great Britain within the next three months
sweep all their scholars into the kingdom.
Whom they have now under charge is un
certain. Concerning that scrawny, puny
child that lay in the cradle many years
ago the father dead, many remarked,
“What a mercy if the Lord would take
the child?” And the mother really thought
so too. But what a good thing Hiat God
spared that child, for it became world re
nowned in Christian literature and one of
God’s most illustrious servants—John
Todd.
My hearers, if w-e secure the present am
ever astiog 'welfare of our children, most
other things belonging to us are of but lit
tle comparative importance. Alexander
the Great allowed his soldiers to take
their families with them to war, and he
accounted for too bravery of his men by
the fact that many, of them were born m
camp and were Used to warlike scejica from
the start. Would God that all the chi.*
dren of our day might be born into the
army of the Lord I
But we all Heed the protecting wing, if
you had known when vou entered upon
manhood or womanhood What whs ahead
04 you, would you have dared to Under*
take lini? How much you have been
through! With iiibat life has been a disap*
point men t. They tell nIC fi o, They have
not attained that which they Crspeeted t
attain. They have not had the physical
and mtntrtl vigor they expected or they
have met With rebuffs which they did
not anticipate. You are not at forty or
fifty or sixty or seventy or fcignly years o.
age where you thought you would be. I
do not know any one except niysolf to
Whom life has beert a happy surprise, I
never expected anything, and so when
anything came in the shape of human fa
voi* or comfortable position or widening
field Of Work ft was to me a surprise. I
was told ltl the theological seminary by
some of my fellow students that 1 never
would get anybody to hear me preach un
less I changed my style, so that When I
found that some people did come to hear
me It was a happy surprise. But most
people, according to their own statement,
have found life a disappointment. In
deed, We all Heed shelter from its tem
pests.
The wings of mV test Suggest warmth,
<ind that is what most folks Wftnt, The
fact i3 fbat. this is a cold world whether
vou take it litfcrfilly or figuratively. We
nave a big fireplace cullfid the sun, and it
has a very hot fire, and the stOhevs keep
the coals well stirred up, but much of tho
year we cannot get near enough to this
fireplace ta get warmed. This worlds
extremities are cold all the time. lorget
not that it is colder fti: the South Dole
than fit the North Po'e, and that the
Arctic is not fid destructive as the Alt tar
tic. Once in awhile the Arctic Will let
explorers come back, but the' Antartic
hardly ever. When at the South I’ulc a
ship sails in, the door of ice i3 almost
sure to be shut against its return, fco me
to many millions of people at the south
find many millions of people at the north
is a prolonged shiver. ... ~
But when I say that this is a cold
world I chiefly mean figuratively. If you
Want to know' what is the meaning of the
ordinary term of receiving tne “cold
shoulder,” get oftt bf money and trv to
borrow. The conversation may have been
almost tropical for luxuriance of thought
and speech, hut suggest vour necessities
and see the thermometer drop to fifty de
grees below zero, and in that which till a
moment before had been a warm room.
Take what is an unpopular position on
come public question arid see your friends
fly as chaff before a windmill. As far as
myself is concerned, I have no word of
complaint, but I lbbk off day by day and
see communities freezing out men and
women of whom the world Is not tvortny.
Norv it takes after one and now after an
other. It becomes popular to depreciate
and detune and execrate and lie about
soma people. This is the best world I
ever got into, but it is the meanest worm
that, some people ever got into. The worst
thing that ever happened to them was
their cradle, and the best tning that will
ever happen to them will be their grave.
Thus at sundown, lovingly, safely, com
pletely, the hen broods her young. So, if
weijjfc the Lord’s, the evening of our life
will conic. The heats of the day will have
passed. There will be shadows, ana we
cannot sec as far. The work of life will be
about ended. The hawks of temptation
that hovered in the sky will have gone to
the woods and folded their wings. Sweet
silence i will come. The air will be redo
lent with the breath of whole avbors of
promises sweeter than jasmine or even
ing piimrose. The air may be a little chill,
but Christ will call us, and wc will know
the voice and heed the call, and we wifl
come under the wings for the night, tlie
strong wings, the soft wings, the warm
wings, and without fear and in full sense
of safety, and then we will rest from sun
down to sunrise, “as a hen gathereth her
chickens under her wing.”
My text has its strongest application '
for people who were born in the country,
wherever you may now live, and that is
the majority of you. You cannot hear
my text without having all the rustic
scenes of the old farmhouse come backto
you. Good old days they were, lou
knew nothing much of the world, for you
had not seen the world. By law of asso
ciation you cannot recall the brooding
hen and her chickens without seeing also *
the barn and the haymow and the wagon
shed and the house and the room where j
you played and the fireside with the big i
back-log before which you sat and the i
neighbors and the burial and the wedding >
and the deep snowbanks, and hear the vil
lage bell that called you to worship and :
seeing the horses which, after pulling you
to church, stood around the old clapboard
ed meeting house, and those who- sat at
either end of the church pew and, indeed,
all the scenes of your first fourteen years,
and you think of what you were then and
of what you are now and all these thoughts
arc aroused by the sight of the old hen
coop. Some of you had better go back
and start again. In thought return to
that place and hear the cluck and see the
ouisnread feathers and come under the
wing and make the Lord your portion
and shelter and warmth, preparing tor
everything that may come, and so avoid
being classed among those described by
the closing words of my text, a hen
gathcrcth her chickens under her wings,
and ye would not.” Ah. that throws the
responsibility upon 11s. “Ye wou.d not.
Alas for the “would note! If the wan
dering broods of the farm heed not their
mother’s call and risk the hawk and dare
the freshet and expose themseivcs to the
frost and storm, surely their calamities
are not the mother’s fault. Ye would
not!” God would, but how many would j
not?
When a good man asked a young woman
who had abandoned her home and who
was deploring her wretchedness why she
did net return, the reply was: I dare
not go home. My tamer is so prqvoiteu
he would not receive mo home.
said the Christian man, I will test this.
And so he wrote to the father, and the re
ply came back, and in a letter marked out
side “Immediate” and inside saying, ( ‘Let
her come at once; all is forgiven. bo
God’s invitation fpr you is marked Im
mediate” on the outside, and insine it is
written, “He will abundantly pardon.
Oh, ye wanderers from God and happiness
and "home and heaven, come under the
sheltering wing. A vessel in the Bristol
Channel was nearing the rocks called the
Steep Holmes, lender the tempest the
vessel was unmanageable, and the on.y
hope was that the tide would change be
fore she struck the rocks aud went down,
and so the captain stood on the deck,
watch in hand. Captain and crew and
passengers were pallid with terror. Tak
ing another look at his watch and another
look at the sea. he shouted: “Thank God,
we are saved! The tide has turned! One
minute more and we would have struck
the rocks!” Some of you have been a long
while drifting in the tempest of sin and
=orrow and have been making for the
breakers. Thank God, the tide has turned.
Do you not feel the lift of the billow?
The grace of God that bringeth salvation
ms appeared to your soul, and, in the
words of Boaz Ruth, I commend you to
‘the Lord God of Israel, under whose
.vings thou hast come to trust.”
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