The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1888-07-26

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in defense of the peace of the house
holder Her courage fails and she
timidly knocks at the pastors door.
After the urgent case is stated it is
found out that the visitor has a new
kind of cough mixture which he
wanted to introduce into the family.
Meantime when are you to prepare
your Sabbath sermons and weekly lee
ture? Il your sermons are poor these
interlopers will be the first to set up a
howl at the poor fodder. If you have
newspaper connections or relations to
some educational institution, what
justice can you do them? Amid these
disturbances we once so lost the order
of the day that we dined twice, forget
ting that we had been at the table be-
fore, the second time chiding our
selves for poor appetite, which seemed
to indicate declining health. There
are two practical uses Of writing all
this. First, to persuade congregations
not to be too sharp when their pastors
have poor sermons. If you had one
half the Interruptions and bothera-
tions your minister has you would not
preach any better than he does, and
would be so confused you could not
answer the questions in Browns
'Shorter Catechism" as to who made
you and what you were made of.
Furthermore, let those who sit in the
quiet Of the country home have their
gratitude stirred by the fact that they
live two miles from town and have on
their house, instead of restless, id-
getty, impertinent, rickety door bell, a
calm, deliberate, old fashioned Chris
tian door knocker.
But even that some time in the
country seemed, especially in winter,
to get sound asleep, and oh, then,
what an evening you had for reading!
Without touching either door knob
or knocker, Charles Dickens stepped
in from Gad's Hill; and Henry w.
Longfellow, without touching the
door, entered the sitting room, his
hair white, as if he had walked
through the snow with his hat off;
and William Ell. Prescott, with his
eye-sight restored, happened in from
Mexico, cactus in his buttonhole;
and Audubon set cage of his birds
on the table-Baltimore oriole, chat
finch, starting and bobolink doing
their prettiest; and Christopher N North
thumped his gun down on the hall
floor. and hung his sporting jacket on
the hat rack, and shook the carpet
brown with Highland leather. As
Walter Scott came in his dog scam
pered in after him, and put both paws
up on the marble top table; and Min
ME asked the old man why he did not
part his hair better, instead of letting
it hang all over his forehead, and he
apologized for it by the fact he had
been on long tramp from Melrose
abbey to Kenilworth Castle. But |
think as thrilling an evening as you
had any summer or winter was with
a man who walked in with a prison
jacket, his shoes moldy, and his cheek
pallid for the want of the sunlight.
He was so tired that he went immed-
lately to sleep. He would not take
the sofa, saying he was not used to
that, but he stretched himself on the
floor and put his head on an ottoman.
At first he snored dreadfully, and it
was evident he had horrid dream,
but after a while he got easier and
smile came over his face, and he woke
himself singing and shouting. said:
"What is the matter with you and
what were you dreaming about?"
SWELL" he said, "the bad dream I had
was about the City of Destruction,
and the happy dream was about the
Celestial City, and we all knew him
right away and shouted: "Glorious
old John Bunyan! How is Chris
tiana?"