The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1874-11-20
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Deacon Barnes Sunday.

Deacon Barnes Sunday.
Beautiful. beautiful - menta..g eiae-
ulated Deacon Barnes, at the close of "a
sermon about heaven. Those are my
ideas exactly"
And so enwrapt was he with his
thoughts, as he passed out of church, he
forgot to ask lame old Mrs. Howe to ride
home with him, as was his usual custom.
Perhaps it is Just as well. he thought,
for She is a worldly woman, and would
probably have drawn my thoughts away
from heaven"
At the dinner table his son exclaimed:
''Oh, father, have a situation at last!s
Have you forgotten that it is Sun
day, John!' asked his father, sternly.
Don't letm hear any more such talk"
John ate his dinner in silence How
could his situation be wrong thing to
speak of on Sundayl He was so thank
ful for it, that it seemed to come from
the hand of God God knew all about
the restless months in which he had an
swered an advertisement every day.
When the minister gave thanks in
church for all the mercies of the past
week, Johns heart gave grateful throb.
and he determined anew to aeknowl-
edge God in all his ways
John ate his dinner in silence, while
his father thought about heaven.
In the afternoon Mr.. Barnes nephew,
a stranger in the place, came over from
his boarding place opposite, and sat on
the piazza. talking with John.
Il can't allow this Tom, said Mr..
Barnes, coming to the door with his
Bible in his hands ''You must not sit
here.breaking the Sabbath. Go back
to your boarding house and read some
good book"
Tom started up angrily, and spent the
afternoon fishing and bathing with an
old colored man, his only acquaintance
in the place, while Deacon Barnes sat in
a large rocker on the piazza with hand
kerchief over his face, and thought
heaven.
Presently his two bright little daugh-
ters came out on the piazza with large
picture-bOok, and sat down with him.
There was a hutter of leaves and a
great deal of buzzing rs the little yellow
heads bent over the book, and finally
they laughed outright.
Children, where's your motherF'
sternly demanded Deacon Barnes,
springing to his feet.
up stairs, putting the baby to sleep"
they both answered together.
Deacon Barnes strobe into the hall.
'Ellen! Ellen" he shouted, 81 should
think you might keep these children
quiet on the Sabbath. They won't al
low me to think"
Ellen had been awake all night with
a fretful baby. She had hushed him
and just fallen asleep when her hus-
bands voice aroused her and awoke the
baby.
'Please send them Up stairs, she
said, wearily.
And all that sultry afternoon she
amused the three children in close up
per room, while her husband rocked and
famed himself and thought of heaven.
Ss$
THE SABBATH IN FRANCE.-The pe-
titions which have been sent to the
French Assembly to obtain a better re-
cOgnitiOn of Sundays having been re-
jected, the various religious societies
have resolved upon another means of
obtaining their desire, of which the fol-
lowing is a specimen: "0n n Monday
evening, recently, lady entered the
shop of merchant, who kept his es-
tablishment open personally, and asked
for her account. But, madame, we are
only just in the middle of the season.
Has madame any cause of cOmplaintT7
No; but belong to an association for
the observance of Sunday, and cannot
continue my custom at shops which keep
open on that day' An hour or so later
another lady, and then another, each
with the same complaint, until the shop
Keeper took the hint This movement
is not confined to Paris, but extends to
Other large cities.
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STICK TO 1T, You've NAN. Therefore,
If any yO1ng man has embarked his life
in the pursuit Of knowledge, let him go