The Forrest City times., 1891-08-07

hung on his throne, uneeowned heoAs are to bow before him o1 whose 14Ad arc many crowns, and all tho celeoAial worship is to come up st Als feet, like the humming of the A6reSA like tho rushing of the waters, like the thunder ing of the seas, while all heaven, rising on their thrones, beat time with their sceptres: ''Hallelujah, for the Lord God omnipotent t reigneth! Hallelujah, the kingdoms of this world have be- come the kingdoms of our Lord Jesus Christr'
 That song of love, now low and far,
 Ere long shall swell from star to star;
 That light, the breaking day which tips
 The golden spired Apocalypse,
 Again, learn from my subject that events which seem to be most insigni- ficant may be momentous. Can you imagine anything more unim portant than the coming of poor woman from Moab to .Iudea? Can you imagine any thing more trivial than the fact that this Ruth just happened to alight - as they say - just hap pened to alight on that field of Boaz? Yet all ages, all generations, have an interest in the fact that she was to become an ancestress of the Lord Jesus Christ, and all nations and kingdoms must look at that one little incident with thrill of unspeakable and eternal satisfaction. So t is In your history and in mine; events that you thought of nc importance at all have been of very great moment. That casual conversation, that accidential meeting-you did not think of 1t again for long while; but how it changed all the current of your life!
 + seemed to be of no importance that Jubal invented rude instruments of music, calling them harp and organ; but they were the introduction of all the worlds minstrelsy: and as you hear the vibration of stringed in strument, even after the fingers have been taken away from it, so all music now of lute and drum and cornet is only the long-continued strains of JubaTs harp and Jubir organ. It seemed to be a matter of very little importance that Tubal Cain learned the uses of copper and iron; but that rude foundry of ancient days has it's echo in the rattle of Birminr- ham machinery, and tho roar and bang of factories on the Merrimac.
 Madame de Stael did . world of work in her time; and one day while she was seated amid instruments of music, all of which she had mastered, and amid manuscript books which she had written, some one said to her: "How do you find time to attend to all these things?" "Oh," she replied, "these are not the things I am proud of. My chief boast is in the fact that I have seventeen trades, by any one of which I could make a livelihood if necessary" And if in secular spheres there Is so much to be done, in spiritual work how vast the field! How many dying all around about us without one word of comfort. We want more Abigails, more Han nahs, more Rebeccas, .more Marys more Deborahs consecrated-body, mind, soul--to the Lord who bought them.
 Elihu Burritt learned many things while toiling in blacksmith's shop. Abercrombie, the world-renowned philosopher, was physician in Scot land, ..and he got his philosophy or the chief part of it, while, as a physician, he was waiting for the door of the sick IoolI VI opCns ~ IOW UlaHN IntEe are in this day who say they are so busy they have no time for mental or spiritua. improve ment; the great duties of life cross the field like strong reapers, and carry off all the hours, and there is only here and there fragment left, that is not worth gleaning. An, my friends, you could go into the busiest day and busi- est week of your life and find golden opportunities, which, gathered, might at last make n whole sheat for the Lords garner It is the stray oppor- tunities and the stray privileges which taken up and bound together and beaten out, will at last fill you with much joy.
 There are few moments left worth the gleaning. Now, Ruth, to the field! May each one have a measure full and running over! Oh, you gleaners, to the tieldl And if there be in your household an aged one or sick rela- tive that is not strong enough to come forth and toil in this field, then let Ruth take home to feeble Naomi this sheaf of gleaning: He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him" May the Lord God of Ruth and Neomi be our portion forever!