The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1881-02-02
The LORDS PRAYER,


When the elder Booth was residing in
Baltimore, pious, urbane old gentle.
man of that city, hearing Of his won
derful power Of elocution, one day in
vited him to dinner, although alwaya
deprecating the stage and all theatrical
performances. A large company sat
down at the table and, on returning to
the drawing-room, one OF them asked
Booth, as special favor to them all, to
repeat the Lords prayer. He signifed
his willingness to crafty them, and all
eyes were fixed upon him. He slowly
and reverently arose from his chair,
trembling with the burden Of two great
conceptions. He had to realize the
character, attributes and presence Of the
Almighty being he was to address. He
was to transfer himself into a poor, sim
ming stumbling, benighted, needy sup
picant, offering homage, asking bread,
pardon, light and guidance. Says one
Of the company who was present eft
was wonderful to watch the play of emo
tons that convuIsed his countenarce.
He became deadly pale, and his eyes,
Turned tremblingly upward, were wet
with tears. As yet he had not spoken.
The silence could be felt--it had become
absolutely painful-until at last the
spell was broken as il by an electric
shock, Gs his rich-toned voice syllabled
forth, Our Father who art III heaven
ETC., with a pathos and fervid solemnity
which thrilled all hearts. He finished.
The silence continued not voice was
heard, not muscle moved IN his rapt
audience, until, from remote corner OF
the room, a subdued sob was heard, and
the old. gentleman (the hOsD stepped
forward with streaming eyes and totter-
ing frame, and seized Booth by the
hand Sir said he, in broken oc-
cents, you have afforded me pleasure
for which my WHOLE future life will feel
grateful. [ am on old man, and every
day, from boyhood to the present time,
] have repeated the Lords prayer; but
/ never heard it before, never, never !
You are right replied Booth; to read
that prayer ms it should be read caused
me the severcst study and labor for thir-
ty years, and | am far from satisfied
with my rendering Of that wonderful
production. ," Hardly one person i'll
ten thousand cOmprehends how much
beauty, tenderness and grandeur can be
condensed in space so simple. Tha-
prayer OF itself sufficiently ILLUSTRATES
the truth OF the Bible, and stamps upc'
it the seal of divinity. --ALiance.
Something New in Entomology.
As Mr.. Jones was returning from
church with his family he discovered II
new and singular looking bug on his
front doorstep. AS he WIS something
of n scientist, he was naturally pleased
with the new specimen, and, forming his
pocket handkerchief into sort Of cage,
he pounced down on it, and succeeded
i'll capturing it.
Bring the microscope, children, he
called, "and tell your ma to hurry; |
want her to look at it I'm sure it be-
longs to tho Hemiptera class and is n
new specimen. Here, Charlie, put
your eye to the ocular side and tell me
what you see"
ooh, pa, amt it splendid? It's got
four wings, eight eyes, and, oh, my
amt it u spakler, thought Red, and
green, and yellow, and-oh it is get
ting away, amt it PAP"
"rhcn it isn't dead !" cried Mr.
Jones, III ecstasy; 81 wa-s-n-n't quite
sure whether ii moved or not. Let me
look Ycs it's terrestrial, | think,
after all it belongs to the genus Pen
tatOma--thc uutennW have that pecul-
iir flexible look and yet, now that |
look again, the eyes seem to indicate
that it is phytocoris, i'll which case it
will be very destructive to your mas
plants, and we must kill it ut once. I'll
nsk Prof. Sill. 1t will be, in any case,
valuable addition to science. Maria,
where's the chloroform ?"
"Up on the clock shelf what are you
going to do with it, asked Mrs. Jones,
who had been giving her undivided at
tcntion to the baby.
"kill this bug as soon as you have
examined it," answered Mr.. Jones in
lofty voice. 81 shall present it to the
Detroit Scientific Association"
"Well, | guess not, Mr.. Jones, broke
in his wife, WHO was looking with much
Mt the new specimen. 81 paid
- for that bug last week to wear ON my
new bonnet, and | must have dropped it
off when / came i'll. 1t belongs to the
genus millinerg, and couldn't be any
deader if it had been baked for centu-
ny. Science will have to get along
without it, Jones, it's already classified
Poor Jones l-FrC6 Press.