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A r o u n d t h e O l d A r m C h a i r ,<br />
THE DAWN OF PEACE being- naturally the most timid and<br />
By John Ruskin.<br />
unassuming little bO'dy in the<br />
Awake; awake! the stars are pale,<br />
the east is russet gray;<br />
world, it was with a troubled heart<br />
They fade, behold, the phantoms fade that she set forth to do' her duty<br />
that kept the gates of day; by the Lord. But she was determined,<br />
nevertheless. "Ob, Lord,"<br />
Throw wide the burning valves, and<br />
let the golden -streets be free.<br />
Miss Sibbie had prayed, "they are<br />
The morning watch is past—the<br />
watch of evening shall not be.<br />
so unconscious of their souls and<br />
so ignorant of the Scriptures!<br />
Put off, put off your mail, ye kings, They might also be heartless for<br />
and beat your brands to dust! all the mind we've paid them."<br />
A surer grasp vour hands must know,<br />
your hearts a better trust.<br />
Nay, bend aback the lance's point and<br />
break the helmet bar;<br />
By "we" Miss Sibbie meant the<br />
A noise is on the morning winds, but<br />
not the noise ot war.<br />
Among the grassy mountain paths the<br />
glittering troops increase—<br />
They come! They come!—How fair<br />
their feet—They come that publish<br />
peace!<br />
Yea, victory, fair victory! your enemies<br />
and ours!<br />
And all the clouds are clasped in<br />
light, and all the earth with<br />
flowers.<br />
THE CHRISTIAN NATION. Vol. 511.<br />
far for the women to walk, and Sibbie to herself, "if I can just<br />
they Avould not have gone away, once get them started and interested,<br />
they will feel the weight of<br />
for their calicoes and slat bonnets<br />
would not have felt at ease in the their ignorance and accept the<br />
midst of the Smithville fashions. preacher. But, O Lord, I am<br />
Ah, still depressed and dim with dew; So year by year the Bend folks such a poor leader! Like Moses,<br />
but yet a little while.<br />
had gone theirs, each unconscious I am so slow of speech and stammering<br />
of tongue. But I ain't one<br />
And radiant -n'ith the deathless rose<br />
the wilderness shall smile; of the other. But with Miss Sibbie<br />
it was different. Her own to shirk my duty."<br />
And every, tender living thing shall<br />
feed by streams of rest; farm was not far from the Bend, If Miss Sibbie had feared that<br />
Kor lamb •shall from the fold be lost and she had gone there on her they would not come, she was sur<br />
nor nursling from the nest.<br />
For aye, the time of wrath is past,<br />
and near the time of rest.<br />
And honor binds the brow of man,<br />
and faithfulness his breasi,—<br />
Behold, the time of wrath is past,<br />
and righteousness shall be.<br />
And the Wolf is dead in Arcady, and<br />
the Dragon in the sea! —Ex.<br />
THE FRUIT OF LABOR.<br />
l!y Lydia !\Iarion Weakley.<br />
When ]\Iiss Sibbie slapped the<br />
reins on old ?>Iaud's back and<br />
leisurely started on her way to<br />
t'.'e rounds of the Fend she did<br />
r<br />
^o with a troubled heart. Not that<br />
>.!is^ Sibhie minded .Q'oing the<br />
rriip.ds of thie Bend. Sbe frequentlv<br />
did tbat, carr^dns" with her a<br />
l)ottle of cordial for ^Irs. Potts"<br />
babv, or a new quilt pattern ior<br />
old Granny Lewis, or some chicken<br />
and jelly for some sick or<br />
needy one, and it was always with<br />
J feeling of pleasure and a little<br />
giow at her heart that the trip was<br />
I'.egun. But this time it was different.<br />
]\Hss Sibbie had decided<br />
tlinl she owed it to the Lord to<br />
r^j.en up a little Sabbath school<br />
;imong the poor families living on<br />
ibeir hits of farm? scattered np<br />
ar.d down Rush River Bend. And<br />
members of the Smithville church.<br />
That church was tbe boast of the<br />
town and of the many in the surrounding<br />
country who drove miles<br />
each Sabbath to listen to the rousing<br />
sermons by the young preacher.<br />
But the Bend folks had never<br />
felt the influence; for the Bend<br />
was six miles from Smithville, too<br />
errands of mercy until she had<br />
entered Miss Sibbie's conscience,<br />
and she was weighed down with<br />
the extent of their ignorance and<br />
t'.'eir indifference to all matters<br />
religious. So she had begun to<br />
talk of a mission church and to<br />
try to interest the town folks in<br />
their behalf, with the result that<br />
I hev had agreed to send the<br />
S k i n<br />
L o v e l i n e s s<br />
preacher, to the Bend<br />
two Sabbaths<br />
a month, provided the farmers<br />
would raise two hundred dollars<br />
towards his increased salary.<br />
But alas for the Bend! They did<br />
not want the preacher.<br />
"No," said Jeb Stevens, a sort<br />
of spokesman for them, "we have.<br />
been making it purty well so fur<br />
'ithout a parson, and I 'low we<br />
can git on a\ spell longer. We<br />
needs the two hundred worse than<br />
conversion, though^ we hates to go<br />
ag'in you, ^Jiss Sibbie."<br />
And Miss Sibbie had sighed and<br />
smiled and begun her work all<br />
over again, this time to persuade<br />
the Bend to recei\ie the preacher.<br />
So with mudh trepidation and<br />
abundant faith she had gone the<br />
rounds and asked the Bend to<br />
meet wdth her in the little log<br />
schoolhouse. ''For," argued Miss<br />
prised. Of course they came. It<br />
was a sort of mild dissipation in<br />
their dull lives—a chance for the<br />
women to show their new calico,<br />
and thie girls to see their sweethearts,<br />
and the men tO' swap 3-arns.<br />
Each Sabbatb they came—ithe<br />
poor, faded mothers and the fretful<br />
babies, the girls all crimped<br />
and curled and the 3roung men<br />
is easy enough of attainment if,"every time<br />
you wash yourself, you use<br />
P e a r s ' S<br />
It forms suf-h an effective combination of detergent and<br />
emollient properties that, as the late Professor Sir Erasmus<br />
Wilson, the greatest skin specialist of the 19th century, said,<br />
" Pears is the most refreshing and agreeable<br />
of balms for the skin" and it is<br />
Matchless for the<br />
lexion<br />
n<br />
slicked and shining—and reotilar<br />
ly Miss Sibbie, in her sweet, un<br />
trained voice, told them the les^<br />
sons of the Scriptures. Sometime!<br />
it was the story of Christ on Calvary,<br />
again it was David and thf<br />
giant, and always the singing<br />
Miss Sibbie would lead off in hei<br />
sweet old-fashioned voice, and tht<br />
others followed in that peculiar<br />
discordant tone tbat belongs to<br />
that class. It was not melody tha'.<br />
they made, and it would have pained<br />
any ear less in harmony than<br />
iMiss Sibbie's. But I tbink the<br />
angels themselves must have stopped<br />
to listen. For it was tbe simple<br />
prayers of an uncouth people,<br />
too ignorant to frame their own<br />
petitions, but in all sincerity pouring<br />
out tbeir humble gratitude in<br />
the language of tbe poets. That<br />
was all. Just the story and the<br />
songs, then they went home. So'<br />
it continued for a year or more,<br />
Miss Sibbie hugged the hope thaf<br />
soon they would receive thc^<br />
preacher, but always received a",<br />
positive "No," until her spirit wfii<br />
discouraged. "It is not any usf*<br />
at all," sbe sighed. "I am not do-^<br />
ing anything but running a sing'<br />
ing school. They dc not want sal<br />
vation and the minister any mon*<br />
than tbey did at first."<br />
Then the accident happened—"<br />
the dark old cellar, tbe slipper;-<br />
steps, and poor Miss Sibbie wa"<br />
laid up a cripple.<br />
It was some weeks afterwari<br />
111 at Jeb Stevens and) his wif.<br />
came to see her. "Yes," he saic<br />
"we 'low? we'd like to have th<br />
parson now if he's a mind to coiw<br />
We was mighty pleased with yor<br />
teachin's. Miss Sibbie. But sine<br />
the Lord seed fit to put you c<br />
your b.^ck, we wants the preacher'<br />
"Yes," chimed in his little wif<br />
(Conclu'-'e.t on p'age 12.)<br />
Young People^s Top:<br />
YOUNG PEOPLE'S TOFF<br />
FOR SEPT. 28, 1913-<br />
By the Rev. Geo. S. Coleman, i<br />
Missionary<br />
Essentials at Hon,<br />
and Aliroad. Giving. 2 Cor. '<br />
6-15. ^<br />
Psahns: g6:i-2; 86/1-7; 112:<br />
5, 0; i^,=i:4-8; 68:30-.^i; '''.vS<br />
(7s and 6s).<br />
Bible iReference?.—Acts 20:3'<br />
2 Cor. 8:9: Prov. 11:25; Malt.<br />
I ; Luke 12:33-34; Acts 10:<br />
Rom. T2:8; I Tim. 6:t,7-'9-' ^^"<br />
(.Conclude,1 on pa-e ?•)