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Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1880-09-29
An " Upper Set"

A company of young men in Pittsburgh,
Pennsylvania, year ago undertook to call
on Sunday afternoons on non-church-going
families, in sensible, unpretending,
friendly way-just as we should endeavor to
do anywhere where we desired to produce a
favorable impression" with the hope that
they might be able TO induce some to at
tend the evangelical churches So cores
pondent informs the CongregatiOnaiist. The
chief impression made upon the young
men seems TO have been about this: 1t
appeared tn us that large class OF non
church-goers look on the church goers as an
upper set socially" Therefore they are
envious and suspicious of them. Now we
hope the young visitors had the wit TO own
that the charge was true. People who go to
church do become an "upper set as com
pared to those who do not. Going to church
does lift men to higher plane, higher
grade. The Protestant pulpit is one of the
chief educators wherever it is set up. II
enlightens, refines softens, purifies. The
Rev. Narayan Sheshadri and the Rev. Ram
Chunder Bose, and many another man like
them, were heather and by no means desi
rable associates for intelligent and refined
gentlemen. They came under the power ol
the Christian pulpit, became church-goer'
and became refined Christian gentlemen
whose society is coveted and enjoyed by the
most fastidious and cultivated families Of
Britain and America. Jerry McAuley has
become courteous, kind, and sympathetic
gentleman through the power OF Christian
religious services. There is bit of the ole
ways about him, but it is like the brogu'
which often gives flavor to speech. Th'
young men who visit non-church-goers will
plead wisely and well, if they claim in ad
vance that conscientious cburch-going lift
families into the "upper set."-Christia'
IntelliQencer.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1880-09-29
A Child's Lonely Grave.

That afternoon found something had
never seen before--a little grave alone in a
wide pasture which had once been field.
The nearest house was at least two miles
away, but by hunting for it found very
old cellar, where the child's home must have
been, not far off, along the slope. 1t must
have been great many years ago that the
house had stood there and the small slate
head-stone was worn away by the rain and
wind, 80 there was nothing to be read if in
deed there had ever been any letters on it.
1t had looked many storm in the face, and
many red sunset. ] suppose the woods
near by had grown and been cut, and grown
again, since it was put there. There was
an old sweetbrier bush growing on the short
little grave, and in the grass underneath
found a ground-sparrow' nest. 1t was like
little neighborhood and have felt ever
since as if belonged to it; and wondered
then if one of the young ground-sparrows
was not always sent to take the nest when
the old ones were done with it, SO they came
back in the spring year after year to live
there, and there were always the stone and
the sweetbrier bush and the birds TO re-
member the child. 1t was such lonely
place in that wide field under the great sky,
aud yet 1t was so comfortable too but the
sight of the little grave at first touched me
strangely, and tried TO picture to myself
the procession that came out from the house
the day of the funeral, and thought of the
mother in the evening after all the people
had gone home, and how she missed the
baby, and kept seeing the new grave out
here in the twilight as she went about her
work. suppose the family moved away,
and 80 all the rest were buried elsewhere. |
often think Of this place, and link it in
my thoughts with something saw once in
the water when / was out at sea little
boat that some child had lost that had
drifted down the river and out TO sea too
long voyage, for 1t was sad little wreck,
with even its white sail of a hand-breadth
half under water, and its twine rigging
trailing astern. 1t was silly little boat,
and no loss, except TO its owner, to whom it
had seemed as brave and proud thing as
any ship of the line TO you and me. 1t was
shipwreck of his small hopes, suppose,
and can see it now, the toy of the great
winds and waves, as it hoated on its way,
while sailed on mine out of sight of land.
The little grave is forgotten by everybody
but me, think the mother must have
found the child again in heaven very long
time ago but in the winter | shall wonder
II the snow has covered ii well and next
year shall go TO see the sweetbrier bush
when il is in bloom. God knows what use
that life was, the grave is such short one,
! aud nobody knows whose little child 1t was
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1880-09-29
Common Sense for Ministers.

We have urged before, and now repeat,
the suggestion made in the columns Of a
contemporary, that ministers often make
sad mistake in not securing true rest day
once week. Monday is the day when
most ministers do least work, we suppose,
but many minister seldom or never spends
the day in a manner thoroughly different
from that Of his other days. Whenever it
be taken, it should be, if possible, an open
air day. Boating, riding, gardening, fish
ing, or ten-mie walk into the country to
call upon some brother in another parish
only don't talk much about your churches
any Of these will set a man up for week
to come. He will read more, study more,
think more, write more, make more parish
calls, aud also do everything in more eff
cient fashion, besides keeping in a better
frame of mind than if he tries, mistakenly,
to economize time by plodding away as
usual on what ought to be his rest day.
Now that you are Just beginning a new
year of work, brother ministers, it is a good
time to think of these things. We have a
friend, however, who insists that there is no
day like Saturday for a minister's rest day.
Let him finish his weeks work by Friday
night-he says-and then come thoroughly
rested to his Sabbath labor, and he will not
only preach better than he ever could on any
other plan, but will not feel Mondayish
the next day. -Congregdtiondlist.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1880-09-29
premOuitiOns of Autumn,

There was no other sound except the
song of the cricket, which is but an audible
stiffness; for though it be very loud and
heard afar, yet the mind does not take note
of it as a sound, so entirely does it mingle
aud lose its individuality among the charac-
teristics of coming autumn. Alas for the
summer The grass is still verdant on the
hills and in the valleys, the foliage of the
tree is as dense as ever, and as green the
flowers are abundant along the margin of
the river, and on the hedge rows, and deep
among the woods the days, too, are as
fervid as they were month ago. and yet in
every breath of wind and in every beam of
sunshine there is autumnal influence. l
know not how to describe it. Methinks
there is sort of GOODNESS amid all the heat,
and mildness in the brightest of the sun
shine. A breeze cannot stir without thrill
ling me with the breath of autumn, and
behold the pensive glory in the far golden
CLEANS among the shadows of the trees.
The flowers, even the brightest OF them
the golden rods and the gorgeous cardinals
have their gentle sadness amid their pomp.
Pensive autumn is expressed in the glow of
every one of them. | have felt this inhu-
ence earlier in some years than in others.
Sometimes autumn may be perceived in the
early days Of July. There is no other feel
ing than that caused by this faint, doubtful,
yet real perception, or rather prophecy, of
this years decay, so delciously sweet and
sad at the same etime.-Ndthdniel Ha,othorne.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1880-09-29
I Cannot Undo IL.

A little girl sat trying to pick out seam
that she had sewed together wrong. Her
chubby fingers picked at the thread, that
would break, leaving the end hidden some
where among the stitches that she had la
bored so wearily to make short and close (;
and though the thread came out yet the
needle-hoes remained, showing how the
seam had been sewed and with tears in
her eyes she cried, 80, mamma, | cannot
undo it" Poor little girl you are learn
ing one of the saddest lessons there is. The
desire of undoing what can never be un-
done gives us more trouble than all the do
ings of busy life and because we know
this so well, our hearts often ache for the
boys and girls we see doing the things they
will wish so earnestly by-and-by to undo.
Older boys and girls have felt keener heart
aches for graver faults. You all know some
thing of the desire to undo, and sorrow that
you cannot. And now where is the bright
side? Right here Let us try to do thing
right the first time so we will never wish to
undo it. We ask our heavenly Father. He
never leads us wrong; and anything we do
under his guidance we shall never wish to
undo.-Myrtie.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1880-09-29
Prove IL by Mother.

While driving along the street one day
last winter in my sleigh little boy six or
seven years old asked me the usual ques-
ton, Please, may | ride p | answered
him, ayes, if you are good boy" He
climbed into the sleigh; and when again
asked, Are you good boy ?" he looked
up pleasantly and said, Yes, SIR" "Can
you prove it?" "Yes, SIR" "By whom"
"Why, by my MOTHER" said he promptly.
| thought to myself, here is lesson for boys
and girls. When child feels and knows
that mother not only loves but has conf
dence in him or her, and can prove their
obedience, truthfulness and honesty by
mother, they are pretty safe. That boy
will be joy to his mother while she lives.
She can trust him out Of her sight, feeling
that he will not run into evil. | do not
think he will go to the saloon, the theater,
or the gambling-house. Children who have
praying mothers, and mothers who have
children they can trust, are blessed indeed
Boys and girls, can you "prove by mother
that you are good Try to deserve the con
fidence of your parents and every one else.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1880-09-29
Early Autumn In the Country.

Nearly every one comes from the country
when they ought to be going to it. On the
farm in summer you see the heat rising from
the hillsides and dusty roads, and nature
parched and dry, is In her working clothes
and mood, but in the late September days
you see the glory of the year. You who
have only behed the suburban show of au-
tumn leaves, can form little idea of the
magnificent display of color that will greet
your eye on every side IL you are in the
country in early autumn. The naples and
oaks, the sumacs and elms are aname, the
roadsides and fields are filled with brilliant
hues, till you learn 10 imagine that golden
sunset has dyed the earth with a later splen-
dor, " and over all is spread the glory Of
dream" The sweet beauty of such days
you will never forget, the rest and peace
they bring to mind aud body after the year
of care and toll. And as you lie on the
grass lazily looking at the distant noun
tains bathed in the misty light peculiar TO
the autumn time, in silence unbroken save
by the rustling leaves, the falling apples, or
the CHEEKY voice of the good farmer as he
comes home with heavy loads of squashes
and pumpkins, you say, Well, this is life.
Those poor city fellows, uncertain whether
10 wear a seersucker or an overcoat, in their
striving to dodge the east wind and sun,
those tramps over the heated pavements,
how j pity them" And then as the never
neglected summons of the supper bell is
heard, you rally with a promptness that ap-
piled to monthly payments would surprise
your creditors. And such feast Creamy
biscuit and honey, baked sweet apples and
cream, doesn't it make your mouth water to
think OF it while you are sitting at your
city table ? The early evening is chill and
sharp, but it gives you an added pleasure to
draw around the farmers cheerful fireplace
Can't you see the picture oh, country boy
settled now in your fine house with all the
modern conveniences Grandma is in one
corner with her knitting, the kitten playing
with her ball of yarn, the farmer buried IL
his paper, the mother cutting apples for dry
ing, the two boys busy with their knives
whiting away at some Spanish castle
Aud then the husking -bees--not yet obso
lete, thank heaven-with their social joy
and uproarious fun. How little they seen
like the close of " melancholy days" Blu
our space will not permit us even to hint a
all the pleasures of autumn in the country
Try the experiment, friend, whose vacation
is limited Remain in town where you cal
have the comforts of home and an occa
sional sea breeze, in the heated term, anc
then off to the mountains in the gloriou
autumn days.--Golden Rule.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1880-09-29
Walking In the Truth.

Walking in the truth is not little thing.
1t was to secure this the son of God lived,
and suffered, and died. 1t is this walking
in the truth that brings glory to God in the
highest. 1t turns men and women and chill
dren into living epistles for Christ. "He
that saith he abideth in him ought himself
also so to walk, even as he walked" We
will have power for good as we are like
Christ. The gospel "of good works" is
the gospel that has power. There is power
in eloquent preaching. There is power in
elegant churches with towers and pinnacles
pointing to heaven. There is power in a
well.ordered service. But the great break
water on this earth against the waves Of
infidelity and of sin in every form is the
consistent holy living of Gods children.
This is testimony that the adversary can
not gainsay. Christ, who is the light of the
world, has gone to his fathers house in
heaven and all the light from him that
reaches this earth must come through its
reflection in the lives of his followers.
Hence the charge Let your light so shine
before men that Others seeing your good
works may be led to glorify your father who
is in heaven. There is no discounting truth
embodied in life. We may have forgotten
absolutely all that our Christian parents
have spoken to us, but there abides the
power of their lives. They rest from their
labors, but their works follow them.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1880-09-29
The Sabbath In Madagascar.

A writer in the Friend Of Missions says
Few things would strike stranger more
in visiting Madagascar than the quiet and
orderly appearance of the capital aud many
other chief towns on Sunday. / am sure
there is not town in old England of equal
size that in this respect equals Antanan-
arivo. 1t is city of probably one million
inhabitants, in the heart of Madagascar, in
which on Sunday, no trade of any kind is
going on, no shop open, the numerous stalls
for the display of goods from all parts of
the world, vacant and deserted, the public
houses all closed. The hold of Christianity
upon the people and in controlling public
sentiment is also manifest in regard to the
liquor traffic. Though the government by
treaty with other nations is committed to
the principle of allowing the importation of
spirituous liquors, they give no further en-
couragement to the demoralizing trade
Whenever cargo of spirituous liquors ar
rives, the custom-house officer, by order of
the queen and her council knocks out the
head of every barrel that falls to the gov
ernment and turns it into the ocean,"
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1880-09-29

these six millenniums--" Yea, hath God
said it 2" This is the root Of 1t all That
was said by the first infdel, and he will pc
last. But where are all the infdel works
Where are all the works of men Three
fifths of them never pay for the paper or
print The man has to pay it, not the book.
And thousand part do not survive CEN
tury. But the infidel has fought against
this blessed book from the beginning. lie
has brought his mightiest intellect to bear
upon it, he has examined every manuscript
and translation, and taken it to pieces as no
other book ever was tried. Why, he has
brought the very chemistry Of the age to see
what kind of ink it is made of, and he takes
a microscope to see il the ink will stand it.
But microscope and chemistry, and all his,
logic, and all his want of logic, and all his
power, and all his weakness-we defy II all
We say TO him, "Come on. II you have a
thousand more tests, or ten thousand times
ten thousand more, we will submit the Bible
to all of them and in the wreck of litera-
ture, and in the wreck of the whole world,
when heaven and earth shall pass away, and
not only the Alexandrian library, but the
British museum will be burnt up, and all
we have Of wrong will be burnt up-and we
will be glad to see the blaze-the Word OF
God endureth forever.-W. p. Mackdy.
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1880-09-29
A Blessed Memory.

Last fall was preaching in destitute
and at the close of the meet
ing requested any so disposed to rise and
give their experience of what God had done
for their souls. One man rose, and with
much feeling, said that for ten years he had
been a church-member, but unconverted.
He was large farmer, influential in the
community, and from his standing in soci-
ety-not for piety-had been elected deacon.
Still he was unconverted--had no religion.
A revival arose there. He became convicted
about his soul felt he was lost sinner.
Having been prominent church-member
ten years he was ashamed to humble himself
to seek conversion. The Spirit of the Lord
strove powerfully with him; he was broken
down and humbled to plead for mercy. He
found Jesus. Now" said he, al am
changed feel differently. pray with my
family in the meeting to serve God is my
object" He became a worker for Christ.
He was very Jealous. Some thought him
abrupt. But his principle was, In season,
out of season." lie introduced religion on
all occasions; had word with every one
he met, even in casual associations of life,
about saving their souls. Last winter he
died suddenly, about fifty years old, remark
ably strong, hearty his first sickness was
his last. He died in the Lord went to rest
in heaven his memory embalmed in the
hearts of the entire community. After his
death preached again in the same neigh
borhood, and again requested any who felt
so disposed to say what God had done for
their souls. One man rose, said he felt he
was living to the Lord, and our deceased
brother was the first one to lead him to the
Saviour. Another said he could rejoice in
salvation, and our deceased brother first told
him about saving his soul. Several others
made the same statement. Deep feeling
came upon that meeting. 1t was precious
time of Gods presence. Travelling through
the neighborhood, called at farmhouse
where the man and his wife both said the
deceased brother first led them in the way
of eternal life. For miles this mans influ.
ence was felt for good. He had neighbor,
very quarrelsome, breaking his fences, an
noying him frequently. He bore it patiently,
axhorted that man kindly, and was the
means of his becoming Christian and a
faithful friend. Dear Christian, what will
your memory be when you are gone Are
you saving souls ? Do you really believe
that sinners are hurrying down to eternal
death, that the devil is busy, decoyng souls
And have you nothing to do, can you be
cold-hearted, indolent, and stand back from
the great work of Christ TO save sinners from
their sins, from going to the everlasting pun
ishment and flames of hell
What will your memory be,
When resting in the ground?
Will Others say 1t was by you
They first the Saviour found?
Christian, awake, awake!
Quickly the night will come:
To Christ's great work yourself betake,
Tolead lost sinners home. Selected
Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1880-09-29
sMoraI and Religions.
LILIES OF THE VALLEYS.

Midst the rough thorns they grow
The budding lilies, sprlngng at our feet
Marred by the sin and poverty and woe
OF this sad earth-and yet how fair and sweet
Foul words and evil deeds,
The bitterness OF want, the curse Of strife
Have checked their growth with briers and noxiou
weeds,
And spoiled the gladness Of their tender life.
We pass them day by day,
In streets and alleys Of the crowded town;
Nor teach them what could wash their stain away,
And make them meet for Christs celestial crownl
In patient. faithful toll,
Aid us. Master, less we work in vainl
Strengthen our hand TO labor on the soil,
And send the early and the latter rain.
Help us, Thou Lord Of Love.
To makes these little blossoms pure and bright,
That they may nnd in Thy fair land above
A place with those who wear the robes Of white
There shall be no more grief,
No blighted lily cleaving to the sod,
No thorny wilderness, nor withered leaf,
But new world, made perfect for our God.
Sarah Doadnep, IN Sunday at Home