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116 fortty. JUST A THOUGHT. If we never wasted our sunshine, Or hung it in horrowed shrouds, We might save enough, most any day, To gild to-morrow’s clouds. And even if rain came pouring, Now and then, a chilling stream, If garnered well we’d have in store, For every drop, a beam. “ HE CABBIES THE LAMBS IN HIS BOSOM.” A sweet golden head had forgotten life’s way, Asleep on its pillow of roses, Wee hands, shutting dose as if tired of play, Like buds which Summer discloses; But the beautiful song of my birdie was still, And over the lips of my blossom, The dimples lay white as the frost on the rill, When a spirit sang how to my spirit at will, “He carries the lambs in his bosom.” There is never a lamb from love’s sorrowful fold But wanders in fields that are vernal, And never a bud hid away from the cold, But blooms in the City Eternal. When storms sweep the hills, and the night gathers doep, I think of my paradise blossom, And hear the same song for the weary that weep, “The weakest are safest, for, over the steep, He oarries the lambs in His bosom.” A STOCKING SERMON. “Life is a stocking,” grandma says, “And yours has just begun; But I am knitting the toe of mine, And my work is almost done. “ With merry hands we begin to knit, And the ribbing is almost play ; Some are gay oolored, and some are white, And some are ashen gray. “But most are made of many a hue, With many a stitch set wrong, And many a row to be sadly ripped Ere the whole is fair and strong. “ There are long plain spaces without a break, That to youth are hard to bear; And many a woary tear is dropped As wo fashion the heel with care. “But the saddest, happiest time is that We court and yet we shun— When our Heavenly Father breaks the thread, And says that our work is done.” Household. The Faithful Shepherd Boy. Gerhardt was a German shepherd boy; and a noble fellow he was too, although he was very, very poor. One day, as he was watching his flock, which was feeding in a valley on the bor ders of a forest, a hunter came out of the woods and asked— “ How far is it to the nearest village?” “Six miles, sir,” replied the boy; “but the road is only a sheep-track, and very easily missed.” The hunter glanced at the crooked track, and then said— “My lad, I am hungry, tired, and thirsty. I have lost my companions, and missed my way. Leave your sheep, and show me the road. I will pay you well.” “I can not leave my sheep, sir,” re joined Gerhardt. “They would stray into the forest, and be eaten by wolves, or stolen by robbers.” “Well, what of that?” queried the hunter. “They are not your sheep. The loss of one or more wouldn’t be much to your master, and I’ll give you more money than you ever earned in a whole year.” “I can not go, sir,” rejoined Gerhardt very firmly. “My master pays me for my time, and he trusts me with his sheep. If I were to sell you my time, which does not belong to me, and the sheep should get lost, 4 it would be just the same as if I stole them.” “Well,” said the hunter, “will you trust your sheep with me while you go to the village and get me some food and drink and a guide? I will take good care of them for you.” The boy shook his head. “The sheep,” said he, “do not know your voice, and”— Gerhardt stopped speaking. “And what ? Can’t you trust me ? Do I look like a dishonest man?” asked the hunter angrily. “Sir,” said the boy slowly, “you tried to make me false to my trust, and wanted me to break my word to my master. How do I know you would keep your word to me?” The hunter laughed; for he felt that the boy had fairly cornered him. He said, “I see, my lad, that you are a good, faithful boy. I will not forget you. show me the road, and I will try to make it out for myself.” Gerhardt now offered the humble con tents of his scrip to the hungry man, who, coarse as they were, ate them gladly. Presently his attendants came up; and then Gerhardt, to his surprise, found that the hunter was the grand duke, who owned all the country round. The duke was so pleased with the boy’s honesty, that he sent for him shortly after, and had him educated. In after years, Ger hardt became a very rich and powerful man; but he remained honest and true to his dying day. Honesty, truth and fidelity are precious jewels in the character of a child. When they spring from piety, they are pure diamonds, and make their possessor very beautiful, very happy, very honorable, and very useful. May you, my readers, wear them as Gerhardt did! Then a greater than a duke will befriend you; for the great King will adopt you as His children, and you will become princes and princesses royal in the kingdom of God.— Young Pilgrim. Example Before the Family. Does your light shine in your family? If the head of the household, do they see in you the earnest endeavor to main tain communion with Christ? Do they see that you live as if Jesus were a con stant, visible guest in the house? Is your influence in social intercourse such as recognizes the unseen but approving presence of the Master? Do you, in your place of business, and in your rela tions with men, show your interest in re ligious truth and principle, not ostenta tiously, but in a calm and cheerful man ner let them see that you are, as in the Church, and on the Sabbath, serving God in your business? Your religion is to be not one of sentiment merely, but a mat ter of daily experience, and of constant practice. — Zion's Herald. Temperance. How the Wife Felt. A man, at whose house I was a guest, told me that he been a hard drinker and a cruel husband; had beaten his poor wife till she had almost become used to it. “But,” said he, “the very moment I signed the pledge I thought of my wife— what will my wife say to this? Strange that I should think of my wife the first thing, but I did ; and, as 1 going home, 1 said to myself: “ Now, as I have signed the pledge, she’ll faint away, or she’ll up and do something; and I must break it to her by degrees.” Only think of it; why the night before, I’d have knocked her down, just as like as not, if she hadn’t looked to please me; and now I was planning to break good news to her, for fear it would upset her.” As near as I could gather from what he told me, he found his wife sitting over the embers, waiting for him. As he came into the house, he said: “Nancy, I think that ” “Well, Ned, what is it?” “ Why, I think I shall—that is—l mean to—to—Nancy, I mean ” “What’s the matter, Ned? Any thing the matter ?” “ Yes,” said he, “ the matter’s just this—l have signed the temperance pledge, and, so help me God, I’ll keep it!” ‘ “ She 'started to her feet, and she did faint away. I was just in time to catch her; and as she lay in my arms, her eyes shut and her face so pale, thinks I, she’s dead, and I’ve done it now. But she wasn’t dead; she opened her eyes, and then she put her arms round my neck ; and I didn’t know she was so strong, as she pulled and pulled, till she got down where I had not been before for thirty years —on my knees. Then she said: ‘ 0 God ! help him!’ and I said, ‘ Amen!’ and she said, ‘ 0 God! help my poor Ned, and strengthen him to keep his pledge !’ and I hollered ‘ Amen!’ just as loud as I could holler. That was the first time we ever knelt together, but it was not the last.”— Selected. Keeping Restaurant. “I am tired of this, Sidney,” said little Harry Hunter, as he threw down his bat and ball. “ What else shall we play?” “I know,” said Sidney; “let’s play keeping restaurant. I’ll be the bar keeper, and you make believe you are coming in to get a drink. I’ll fix this board on these bricks for the place the man stands behind when he pours out the drinks; I’ll put these old bottles on it, and these blocks for cigar-boxes, like we see them fixed in the windows. There now, that’s right; but I bet you can’t do your part, Harry, you’re too little.” “Can’t I?—’deed I can though—ele gant,” said Harry, gleefully; “’cause I saw pa do it, and he ought to know how.” “ I’d like to know where you saw pa taking a drink, Harry? I don’t believe it,” said Sidney. “But I did see him,” said Harry, stoutly. “I went walkin’ with him yes terday; and when we got by the place at the corner, where the windows are fixed like our bar here, only ever so much nicer—well, pa told me to wait a minute, ’cause he wanted to see a man in there; and when he opened the door, I saw such •pretty things—big glasses and pictures and shiny glass fixin’s, and lots of other thing; so I pushed the door open a wee, little mite, and I peeped in.” “Well,” said Sidney, who was much interested; “what did pa do?” “ I can’t show without a tumbler,” was Harry’s reply. “ But I’ll find one;” and he scampered into the kitchen, and was back in a twinkling, with a cracked glass he found on the table. “ There! now I’ll show you.” And he placed the glass on the make-believe bar. He went off a short distance and re turned with his hands in his pockets, walking with a comical strut, in imitation of his father’s long strides. “Brandy,” said he, elevating his childish voice. Sidney turned around, and pretended to pour out something in the glass which he gave to Harry, and he could hardly keep from laughing as the mimic toper turned his head back, as if draining out the last drop of the supposed contents, and smacked his lips, wiped them with his tiny handkerchief, and placing on the counter a piece of paper as a substitute for a stamp, he strutted away. Sidney could hold out no longer, but burst into a roar of laughter, upsetting in his merriment the whole establishment, and sending bottles, blocks, boards, bricks, and tumbler all in one confused pile at his feet. THE JtfETEtODIST ADVOCATE. JULY 17. 1872. “Now, Harry, did pa really look that way ? I didn’t know he ever drank any liquor. Ma says it’s wrong,” said Sid ney, as soon as he could get his face straight. “ Yes, he did do just that way I showed you, and when I’m a man, I’ll do so, too. When he started to come out, I run out on the pavement, and I heard a man say, ‘ If Hunter goes on in this way, he’ll be in danger soon.’ What did he mean, Sidney?” Before Sidney could reply, the dinner bell was rung, and the hungry little fel lows rushed into the house. Seated at the window overlooking the playground, the father of these children had seen and heard, through the half closed blinds, all that had transpired. Words are powerless to express the feel ing that agitated his breast. The childish lesson, so unconsciously taught, was not lost; for never again did he drink a glass of liquor; the little ones had cured him by “playing at keeping a restaurant.” Ruined by Rum. One of the saddest causes of the many terrible doings of rum came accidentally to our knowledge yesterday. As we were passing up Dearborn street, we observed a miserable looking man staggering under a load of rum at the corner of Mason street, diagonally opposite the Tribune Building. His clothing was dirty and ragged. His boots had been worn out some time ago and were only held together in places. A slouched hat, long since unfit to wear, was the covering of his head. As we approached near him, we discovered that he was an old acquaint ance, but that in his besotted condition of drunkenness (and it was not yet ten o’clock in the morning) he did not recognize us at all. We were deeply pained at the spectacle. Upon near inspection we per ceived that he was without a shirt. He staggered along the street and down Dearborn, to a place where rum is sold, went in, and taking a chair, soon became lost to his surroundings in a stolid condi tion of complete intoxication. We have not seen a more complete wreck in many, many years, and doubt whether there is in the whole city of Chicago a single man who, seen on the street, would be taken as a more thorough representative of drunkenness —of the gutter —than this poor, shirtless, abject fellow. Ten years ago we knew that man, a popular and prominent member of the Legislature of one of our great Northwest ern States. Soon after we met him in the great Chicago Wigwam of 1860, a mem;? her of the Convention which first nomi nated Abraham Lincoln for the Presi dency. Again we met him, some two years afterward, in the city of Washing ton, where he had much influence with the delegation from his State. He went into the staff department of the army some time during the war, and immedi ately after its close made some fortunate speculations by which he became a rich man. But about two years ago he en tered into speculations which turned out badly, and he was swamped in business. A few months after that we met him at the Briggs House, one evening, and though he was slightly under the influence of liquor, we had no idea that he had begun to move down the inclined plane which has now brought him to the gutter and a life of unutterable misery. —Chicago Post. The Farm. Lice on Animals. The best exterminator of lice on any kind of animal, says the Rural New Yorker, is fine sand or road dust put on the back from the head to the tail. Lime for Fruit-Trees. It is a good plan for all fruit-growers to apply lime freely in their orchards every two or three years. A half-bushel to each tree will suffice. Light, loamy lands will be the best benefited by the lime, and the shell-lime is better for fruit than the usual stone-lime. Clover for Hogs. A correspondent of the Country Gen tleman, writing from Hamilton county, 0., says the system of all hog raisers in that region is to pasture the hogs on clover during the Summer. He presents as the advantage of his plan, the statement that an acre of clover will pasture five hogs four months, and that it will take the corn from half an acre to feed them the same time. The cultivation of the corn he counts equal to the other half acre. Sugar Beets. The culture of sugar beets is rapidly spreading in the United States. Not only is a permanent market for them about to be established in the sugar-beet factories now springing into existence, but they are found to be excellently adapted as food for stock. Milch cows, fattening oxen, sheep and hogs, all devour them, and in their culture no methods or imple ments other than those needed for the ordinary culture of turnips or rutabagas are required. Maxims for the Farmer. 1. Only good Farming pays.— He who sows or plants, without reasonable assur ance of good crops annually, had better earn wages of some capable neighbor than work for so poor a paymaster as he is certain to prove himself. 2. The good Farmer is proved by THE STEADY APPRECIATION OF HIS CROPS.— Any one may reap an ample harvest from a fertile virgin soil; the good farmer alone grows good crops at first, and bet ter and better ever afterward. 3. It IS FAR EASIER TO MAINTAIN THE PRODUCTIVE CAPACITY OF A FARM THAN to restore it. —To exhaust its fecundity, and then attempt its restoration by buy ing costly commercial fertilizers, is waste ful and irrational. 4. The good farmer sells mainly SUCH PRODUCTS AS ARE LEAST EXHAUS TIVE. —Necessity may constrain him, for the first year or two, to sell grain, or even hay; but he will soon send off his surplus mainly in the form of cotton or wool, or meat, or butter and cheese, or something else that returns to the soil nearly all that is taken from it. A bank account daily drawn upon, while nothing is deposited to its credit, must soon re spond, “No fundsso with a farm simi larly treated. 6. Rotation is at least negativb Fertilization. —lt may not positively enrich a farm; it will at least retard and postpone its impoverishment. He who grows wheat after wheat, corn after corn, for twenty years, will need to emigrate before the term is fulfilled. The same farm cannot support (nor endure) him longer than that. All our great wheat growing sections of fifty years ago, are wheat-growing no longer, while England grows large crops thereof on the very fields that fed the armies of Saxon Harold and William the Conqueror. Rotation preserved these, as the lack of it ruined those. —Boston Journal of Chemistry. Miscellany. Move On. “ Move on,” said a policeman the other day to a group of idlers who were stand ing on the pavement; “move on and al low the people to pass.” “Move on,” said a master of a shop to one of his ap prentices whom he had caught gazing into a window, when he should have been going on an errand. “Now, move on. What do you think the world would come to if every one, like you, kept standing still and never moved forward?” “Dear me!” said a schoolmaster to a pupil, “how could you be so stupid? look here; you have got 5 from 9—3. When will you know better ? For the last three months you have been trying to learn sub traction, and now do not know any more about it than when you first began. In stead of progressing you are at a stand still. Why don’t you move on?" “Look, Bill, look at Jim, yonder, ho must be getting on; new coat, new trous ers. Why, I declare! anew suit alto gether. Where can he get his money from? He has no more wages than we have, but he looks much more respecta ble. How is this? It puzzles me.” “Why just this, Dick; when we spend out- money at the ‘Black Bear,’ he is ‘ moving on.’ His garden is full of fruit, ours of weeds; he is happy, we are mis erable; and I, from this time, mean to try to ‘move on.’” “ Move on,” said a minister to his hear ers, “move on, in religion, faith and charity. ‘Move on;’ let it not be said that you are behindhand in religion; keep faithful to the end; and although ever moving, be ever firm, so that when you arrive at the appointed resting-place, you will be able to exchange mortality for immortality.” , 4 ‘Art is Long, Life is Short.” Dr. Summers, of the Nashville Chris tian Advocate , answers as follows to a correspondent who asks how he does so much work: “We do not do much work, so there is no mystery about it. What little we do is done by rising early, generally before the sun; taking up one thing at a time; attending to that which requires imme diate attention; getting friends to read for us when our eyes get tired; and refresh ing our spirits with a chat with a genial friend like our correspondent, or writing nugce like the present in answer to que ries. Our duties are so diversified that the frequent changes from one to another afford recreation. But, ah! we mourn constantly over the little that we do, com pared with what many others accomplish, and what we want to do, and what we would do if health and life were prolonged. How often do we emphasize the Ilippo cratian gnome , which few know how to ap preciate better than our correspondent— Ars longa, vita brevis! How do we re joice to know that there is a life which will afford us ample scope for studies and explorations in the immeasurable fields of space, where there shall be no dimness of vision, or wearings of flesh or spirit, but where there shall be immortal vigor and freshness, And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. Capital and Labor. It is estimated that there are at pres ent forty or fifty thousand workingmen on a strike in this country. In many in stances the employers have acceded to the demand for an increase of pay, and a redaction of time to eight hours for a day's work. Other employers, notably the piano manufacturers, have refused to succumb, and the refusal has given rise to riot and violence on the part of the strikers. The police of New York had to make an attack upon a body of strikers who were making threatening demonstra tions against their fellow workingmen who refused to join them. The striking movement is general, extending to all trades and occupatious, in all sections. It is thought that the greatest excitement is passed, but, no permanent peace is achieved between employers and laborers. Nor will there be any thing better than an armed truce between them until each party learns the important lesson that their interests are bound up together. Neither capital nor labor can gain any thing by taking advantage of the emer gencies of trade, to extort more than its just share of the common profits flowing from their union.— Selected. Humorous. Character. The Irishman had a correct apprecia tion of the business, who, being asked by the judge if he was of a good moral char acter, when he applied for a license to sell whisky, replied: “Faith, your honor, I do n’t see the necessity of a good moral character to sell whisky.” Rival Hymn-Books. The Baptist papers have been much occupied of late with discussions, not al ways in the best temper, relative to hymn-books, which has moved one brother to say that one of the strongest reasons for wishing to go to heaven lies in the fact that “there are no rival hymn or tune-hooks up there.” Sarcastic. Slightly sarcastic was the clergyman who paused and addressed a man coming in to church after the sermon had begun, with the remark, “Glad to see you, sir; come in ; always glad to see those here late who can’t come early.” And de cidedly self-possessed was the man thus addressed in the presence of an aston ished congregation, as he responded, “Thank you; would you favor me with the text?” Disgusted. In a Pennsylvania town there was an excellent but eccentric clergyman, named Ross. He was about taking a collection for some especial object, and had pleaded warmly in its behalf. “My brethren,” he said, “ I want you all to give liberally to-night—none of your pennies and five cent pieces, but let every one give a quar ter, and to set you a good example, I will give the first myself,” dropping a twenty five-cent piece in the basket. After the collection was taken, he lifted up the baskets, looked them over care fully, and then remarked: “I see that my quarter is the only one here; so I shall take it back again,” which he did, and put it in his pocket with evident dis gust at their meanness.— Chris. Weekly. “That Goose.” Dr. Blake, in his “Notes on America,” relates that “a lady was convinced that her cook had stolen a goose. The wo man stoutly and angrily denied it. Though morally certain of it, the lady thought it best to wait for a fit opportu nity to get a confession. On the follow ing Sunday morning the cook asked leave to go out for the day that she might at tend the ‘’munion.’ Her mistress was quite willing that she should go out, but wondered at her thinking of going to the communion. ‘You know, Sal, you took that goose; how can you think of going to the ‘’munion?’ ‘Well, misus,’ said Sally, ‘if you will have it, I did take the goose; but if you suppose that for the matter of one goose I am going to re nounce my Lord and Savior, you’re very much mistaken.’ ” Amen. In the south of New Jersey, some years ago, there traveled over some of the hardest counties, a good, faithful, hard working brother, named James Moore, or “Jimmy Moore,” as he was familiarly called. He was devoted to the itinerancy. A true, loyal Methodist, plain, pointed, and sharp in all his preaching’ and ex hortations. He had been laboring a year on one of his circuits, and before leaving for his new field, he gave his people, who dearly loved him, his farewell sermon. At its close he said: “My dear breth ren, that is my last address to you. I am going from you, and you may never hear the voice of James Moore again.” “Amen!” came loudly from the seat before him. He looked at the man with a little sur prise, but thinking it was a mistake, he went on. “My days on earth will soon be num bered. I am an old man, and you may not only never hear the voice of James Moore, but never see his face again.” “Amen!” was shouted from the same seat, more vigorously than before. There was no mistaking the design now. The preacher looked at the man. He knew him to be a hard, grinding man—stingy and merciless to the poor. He continued his address—“ May the Lord bless all those of you who have done your duty, who have honored him with your substance, who have been kind to the poor, and—” Pausing and looking the intruder straight in the eye, and pointing to him with his finger, “May his curse rest on those who have cheated the Lord and ground the poor under his heels. Say amen to that, brother!" The shot told. He was not interrupted again. —Christian Weekly. Advertise Your Business! E. N. Freshman, Cl9O WEST FOIIRTH-ST., INOINNATI, U., Special Advertising Agent FOR ALL PUBLICATIONS OF Western Methodist Book Concern. Religious and Agricultural Newspapers a Specialty. BGgfSend for Circulars, List of Papers, etc. Office in the Methodist Book Concern Building. MILLER’S BIBLE AND PUBLISHING HOUSE. New Illustrated Family Bible. The Cheapest and Best Bible published. Large Print, Beautiful Bindings, more Ilian two hundred Engrav ings. THE CHRISTIAN HARMONY, Anew and choice collection of Sacred Music, based on sys tem of seven-shaped character notes. Any on'e can learn to read music and sing in one-fourth the time required by the old methods. 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