Grand Rapids herald. [volume] (Grand Rapids, Mich.) 1892-1959, 1892-11-28

corn shock Owned hut thirty acres Of
ground, and perhaps all that covered ny
. mortgage.
That evening. at the close of the hnsk-
ing day, one maa drove home . Roam
span 80 frisky. 50 full Of life they got
their feet over the traces The other
man walked home. Great differences IL
education, great difference In worldly
means. bat l noticed IL the hasking
time they all seemed 10 enjoy each
others society. They did not ask any
man how much property he owned or
what his education had been. They all
seemed 70 lie happy together N those
good times. And 50 it Will be IN heaven.
Our Father viii gather his children
around him, and the neighbors Will
come IN, and the past win be rehearsed,
and some one will tell Of victory, and
We viii all celebrate il, and some one
viii tell of great struggle. and we viii
all praise the grace that fetched him ont
of il. and some one will say: "Here Is
my cid father that l put away with
heartbreak. Just look at himi He Is ~
young as any Of u.s.
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 II shs
had been sick minute" Great social.
ity. Great neighborhood kindness. Gro
III and dine. What though John Milton
sit down on one side and John Howard
sit down on tine other slider No embar.
rassment. What though Charlotte Elix-
abeth sit down on one side and Hannah
More sit down on the other side? No
embarrassment A monarch yourself
why be embarrassed among monarchsl
A songster yourself. why be embarrassed
among gloriied songsters? Go in and
dine.
TIE LAST GREAT INGArHERIN0.
All the shocks Of corn coming in in
their season. Oh, yes. in their season.
Not one of you havin., died too soon, OF
having died too late, or having died al
haphazard. Planted at just the right
time. Plowed at just the right time. Cut
down at just the right time. Husked al
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 type Of the grand yield Of honor
and glory and Immortality when all the
shocks come in.
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 doors of a corr
field when / cross it at this time of veal
after the corn has been cut and it stands
in shocks. And so / have thought il
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 bt
salutary and might be saving. In Swe
den q prima donna, while her house In
the city was being repaired, took Z
house in the country for temporary resi-
dence, and she brought out her great
array of jewels to show 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-sh<
sat thinking and looking into mirror
just in front of her chair when she saw
in that mirror the face of a robber look
ing in at the window behind her and gag
ing at those jewels. She was in grea
fright, but sat still, and hardly knowing
why she did SO she began to sing an ole
nursery song, her fears making the pa
thos of the song more telling. Suddenl,
she noticed, while looking at the mirror
that the robbers face had gone from tn,
window, and it did not come back.
A few days after the prima donna re
ceived letter from the robber saying
Il heard that the jewels were to be on
that night, and came to take them a
whatever hazard, but when heard 20,
sing that nursery song with which m,
mother so often sang me to sleep
could not stand it, and fed, and hav
resolved upon new and honest life"
Oh, my friends, there are jewels in peri
richer than those which lay upol
that table that night. They are tn
jewels of that immortal soul. Woul,
God that some song rolling up out of tn
deserted nursery of your childhood, O
some song rolling up out of the cor
fields, the song of the huskers twenty O
forty years ago, might turn all our fee
out Of the paths Of sin into the paths O
righteousness. Would God that thos
memories waited in on odor or SOM
might start us this moment with swift
feet toward that blessed place where s,
many of our loved ones have alread,
preceded rs ''as shock of corn cometl