Semi-weekly interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1881-1905, 1888-10-12

Only, dear LoRp, meanwhile let us not
ego out after them" but abide with
Thee, and refuse to be beguilcd by any
Of these human counterieits.
Bro. Cartv didn't attempt to deliver
hi message 10 me. Perhaps he thought
IL useless. had frankly told him before
he sailed for India il would he. He per-
sisted in going, but he never delivered
his message" hope he has given me
up. Our lines OF life and teaching are
hopelessly at variance; and each must
travel on. TO the revelation OF all things,
on the road he thinks he is called to
travel. II Bro. Carly is right, am sw-
fully wrong. And rice vrd.
The weather is glorious, The autumn
tinted woods are beginning to glow with
their annual glory. The birds are gath
ering fockwise" for their fall fitting to
warmer climes; and yesterday l noticed
in my walk how anxiously the hairy
worms we boys used to call 'fever
worms" are hurrying here and there, as
if-admonished that the time il short,
and "cold snap" may find them unpro-
vided with winter quarters. Poor lit
tie beggars' their ways are quite worth
observing Yesterday. walking the rail.
road track, watched them, wrigglinp
along in their nervous, hunted fashion
rs some enemy were in hot pursuit
and they were fleeing for dear life. They
were Of divers colors; bright yellow
black, rusty brown, ycllowish green and
one parti-colored specimen had his body
yellow, with head and tail tipped with
jet black. They seem to be incapable Of
distant sight; for two, under full head Of
steam, coming from opposite directions
would collide, as II each were in igno
rance Of the others proximity. Then
the smaller would scurry off at right an
giles, in mad fright, apparently, and make
quite a detour before striking his old
course. Touch one with the peint Of
your cane, gently, and he would "hurry
up like racer pricked with spur oil
dashed with whip. Touch him again and
he would curl up and lie motionless, al
il TO say, "l'm dead; perfectly lifeless
sec for yourself; roll me over life is quite
extinct; don't trouble to kill me any
more than am; travel on, beseech
you, and leave me to my fate Then
be quite still a few moments, and this
little game would cease; the febri-vermi
Guile would straighten out and show him
self very much alive indeed, by resum
ing his journey at a rafting pace, for q
worm. | wonder what they would thini
when the morning express, just due
should thunder over their little heads
with its earthquake rumble. And each
OF these small, anxious crawlers has it,
wee history, as full OF adventure lin it,
way AZ ours. What hair-breadth es
cspes; what joys and sorrows; what vic
issitudes OF worm life they could tell of,
could We only listen TO their "wondrou,
tales" And there would be naught o
sin in the little narrative; which, posi-
bly,, might be slight relief to US, VIII,
know so much OF Fidelity Banks anc
corners in wheat, and lesser rascalitiel
that fill our august dailies with such edi
ying reading.
am thoroughly glad the dear LoRI
sent us to Brookville. There has beer
no :boom" about this meeting; but 1
steady attendance OF the same rcgula
audience, all seemingly intent on kaor
ing Ne Truth. And know that there ha
been slots" of good done. That is m,
"iO0-fold here" To show light to those
sitting in the "region and shadow @
DEATH" Is Heaven below"
Our next point Cd. W is Williams
town, Grant county, 80 miles south O
Cincinnati, on the Cincinnati Southern
Railroad.
Ever in Jesus, GEO. O. BARNES.