Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1892-11-28

that one gate of pardon and peace all
the race may go in.
Butt" says some one, s'do you really
think would be at home in that super
nal society if I should reach it?'' | think
you would [ know you would. L re-
member that ia the husking time there
was great equality of feeling among
the neighbors. There at one corn shock
a farmer would be at work who owned
two hundred acres of ground. The man
whom he was talking with at the next
corn shock owned but thirty acres of
ground, and perhaps all that covered by
q mortgage.
That evening, at the close of the husk-
ing day, one mGgl drove home a roam
span SO frisky, so full of life they got
their feet over the traces. The other
man walked home. Great difference in
education, great difference in worldly
means, but [ noticed at the husking
time they all seemed to enjoy each
others society. They did not ask any
man how much property he owned or
what his education had been. They all
seemed to be happy together in those
good times. And SO it will be in heaven
Our Father will gather his children
around him, and the neighbors will
come in, and the past will be rehearsed,
and some one will tell of victory, and
we will all celebrate it, and some one
will tell of great struggle, and we will
all praise the grace that fetched him out
of it, and some one will say: '.Here is
my old father that I put away with
heartbreak. Just look at him! He is as
young as any of us!''
And some one will say: "Here is my
darling child that l buried in Green
wood, and all the after years of my life
were Swallowed with desolation. Just
look at her! She doesn't seem as if she
had been sick a minute!' Great social
ity. Great ncighborhood kindness. Go
in and dine. What though John Milton
sit down on one side and John Howard
sit down on the other side? No embar-
rassment. What though Charlotte Eliz-
abeth sit down on one side and Hannah
More sit down on the other side? No
embarrassment. A monarch yourself.
why be embarrassed among monarchs?
Asongster yourself, why be embarrassed
among glorified songsters? Go in and
dine.
All the shocks of corn coming in in
their season. Oh, yes, in their season.
Not one of you having died too soon, or
having died too late, or having died at
haphazard. Planted at just the right
time. Plowed at just the right time. Cut
down at just the right time. Husked at
just the right time. Garnered at Just
the right time. Coming in in your
season. Oh, wish that the two bill
lion bushels of corn now in the fields
or on their way to the seaboard might
be a type of the grand yield of honor
and glory and Immortality when all the
shocks come in.
l do not know how you are consti-
tuted, but l am SO constituted that
there is nothing that so awakens remi-
niscences in me as the odors of corn
field when l cross it at this time of year
after the corn has been cut and it stands
in shocks. And so l have thought it
might be practically useful for us today
to cross the corn field, and have thought
perhaps there might be some reminis-
cence reused in our soul that might be
salutary and might be saving In Swe-
den prima donna, while her house in
the city was being repaired, took q
house in the country for temporary resi-
dence, and she brought out her great
array of jewels to show a friend who
wished to see them.
One night, after displaying these jew
els and leaving them on the table, and
all her friends had gone, and the serv-
ants had gone-one summer night--she
sat thinking and looking into mirror
just in front Of her chair when she saw
in that mirror the face of robber look
ing in at the window behind her and gaz-
ing at those jewels. She was in great
fright, but sat still, and hardly knowing
why she did so she began to sing an old
nursery song, her fears making the pa
thos of the song more telling. Suddenly
she noticed, while looking at the mirror
that the robbers face had gone from the
window, and it did not come back.
A few days after the prima donna re-
ceived letter from the robber saving,
Il heard that the jewels were to be ont
that night, and l came to take them at
whatever hazard, but when | heard YOU
sing that nursery song with which my
mother SO often sang me to sleep |
could not stand it, and fled, and / have
resolved upon new and honest life"
Oh, nv friends, there are jewels in peril
richer than those which lay upon
that ta&e that night. They are the
Jewels of that immortal soul. Would
God that some song rolling up out of the
deserted nursery of your childhood, or
some song rolling up out of the corn
fields, the song of the huskers twenty or
forty years ago. might turn all our feet
out of the paths of sin into the paths of
Would God that those
waited in on odor or song
might start us this moment with swift
feet toward that blessed place where so
many of our loved ones have already
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