Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1871-11-12

SUNDAY READING.
A Capital Prescription.

s A rather eccentric yeteminent physician
was called to attend a middle-aged rich
lady who had many imaginary ills. After
many wise inquiries about her symptoms
and manner of life, he asked for piece of
paper and wrote down the following pre-
scription:
Do SOMETHING FOR SOMEBODY
In the gravest manner he handed it to
the patient and left. The doctor heard
nothing from the lady for long time. On
Christmas morning, he was hastily sum-
mOned to the cottage of her Irish washer
woman.
Its not meself, doctor, it's me wrist
that's ailing. Yesee j was afther gOin'
out into the black darkness for few bits
of wood, when me foot struck this basket.
1t stood there like big mercy, as it was,
full of soft fiannels from Mrs. Walker.
She tewld me that your medicine cured
her, doctor. So, if ye'n place to put lit
tie Of that same ON me wrist, III be none
the worse for me nice present.
at is powerful remedy" said the doc
tor gravely. And more than once in after
years he wrote the prescription, an =
eDo SOMETHING FOR SOMEBODY
SUNDAY "A DAY OF GLADNEss. God
| does not mean us always to be ,sombre,
| least of all upon Sunday, the glad feast of
| the Resurrection, q day whose atmosphere
throughout should be one of quiet, I'M
worldly ioy. Let not boisterous merri-
| ment disturb the calm; let hearty worship
and kindly intercourse, and refreshing
rest-rest of tired mind from its dragging
brood of weekday anxieties, rest of tired
| body from the round of weekday toilet
this be the employment, this the tone of
| the hallowed day. Religion, not in every
word, act, look, Obtruded with painful eff
fort, but present in the heart, should per-
wade the day, its rest, its reading, its con-
versation. Oh! never represent Sunday
at any rate, to the young--as dull and
gloomy day; not dream that heart de-
voted to the kind God need abjure all that
| is genial and joyous, or that subdued,
| spirit-broken step is necessary to the child
| who has chosen to walk beside that tender
Father holding by His hand.-RdndODa
Thoughts. fFs t7ii
BEECHER'S SERMON TO ONE HEARER.-
DIR. Beecher once engaged to preach for a
country minister on exchange, and the
Sabbath proved to be one excessively
stormy, cold and Uncomfortable. 1t was
in mid-winter, andl the snow was piled
along the roads so as to make, the passage
very difficult. Still the minister urged his
horse through the drifts, put the animal
into shed, and went in. AS yet there
was no person in the house, and after look
ing about, the old gentleman-then young
took his seat i'll the pulpit. Soon the
door opened and single individual walk
ed up the aisle, looked about, and took a
seat. The hour came for commencing SER
vices, but no more hearers. ,sr.~r
| Whether to preach to such an audience
| was O question, and it was one that Lyman
Beecher was not long deciding. He felt
i that he had q duty to perform, and he had
/ no right to refuse to do it; and according
| ly he went through all the seryices-pray
| ing, singing, preaching and the benedic-
| tion-with only one nearer. And when
| all was over, he fastened down from the
desk to speak to his congregation, but he
had departed. =.
| A circumstance so rare was referred to
occasionally, but twenty years after it was
| brought to the doctors mind quite strange
1 Iy. Travelling somewhere in Ohio, the
| doctor alighted from the stage one day in
| a pleasant village, when gentleman step
ned I'D and spoke to him, Familiarity call
ing him by name.
& do not remember you," said the doc
| tor.
~ suppose not, ~ said the stranger; "but
we once spent two hours together in q
house in Storm"
"I do not recall it, added the old man.
"Pray when was it,"
| do you remember pIedcnlnSi twenty
years ago, in such place, to single per-
son?n 81 ee
ayes, yes,n said the doctor, grasping his
hand, al do indeed, and if you are the
man. / have been wishing to see you ever
sincen
81 am the man, sir; and that sermon
saved my soul, made minister of me, land
/ yonder is my church The converts Of
that sermon, sir, are all over Ohio"