The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1892-12-14

all that covered by mortgage TIN.
evening. at the close of the husking
day, one man drove home a rom span
so friskly, o full of life, they got
their feet over the traces rhe other
man walked homo Great differ
enee in ducation,. great difference Id
worldly means: but noticed Mt tao
huskihg time they all seemed 10 enjoy
each others society. They di not ask
any man how much property he ownel
or what his education had been. They
all seemed to be happy together in
those god times. And so 1t will b. IN
Heaven. Our Father will gGther His
children around Him, and the nei-a-
bors viii come in, and the past will he
rehearsal. AMI some one will tell of
victory, and we viii all celebrate l..
And some one will tell OF great strug-
gle, and viii all praise the grace that
fetched him out of it. And some one
will say: Here is my old father that
! put away with heartbreak; just
look at him, he is as young as any
Of u.s." And some one will say, Here
is my darling child that | buried in
Greenwood, and all the after years o.
my life were Swallowed with desolation
just look at her! She doesn't seem as
ii she had been sick minute" Great
sociality. Great neighborhood kind
ness. Go in and dine. What though
.Inhn hiltoy, OF IL, - ,l
John Howard on the other side. No
embarrassment What though Char
lotto Elizabeth sit down on one side and
Hannah More sit down on the other
side? No embarrassment. A monarch
yourself, why be embarrassed among
monarchs? A songster yourself, why
/ be embarrassed among glorified song
sters? Go in and dine.
All the shocks of corn coming in in
their season. o, 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. Gar
nered at just the right time Coming
in in your season. 0, l wished
that the two billion 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 immor
tality, when all the shocks come in.
do not know how you are consti
tuted, but am so constituted that there
is nothing that so awakens reminis
cences in me as the odors of corn field
when cross it at this time of year after
the corn has been cut and it stands in
shock. And so have thought it might
be practically useful for us. to-day tc
cross the cornfield, 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 a 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 grea
array of jewels to show friend who
wished to see them. One night, after
displaying these jewels, and leaving
them on the table, and all her friends
had gone, and the servants had gone
one summer night-she sat thinking
and looking into mirror just in from
of her chair, when She saw in thai
mirror the face of a robber looking il
at the window behind her and gazing a.
those jewels She was in great fright
but sat still, and hardly knowing why
she did SO she began to sing an OLE
nursery song, her fears making the ps
thos of the song more telling. sSudden
ly she noticed, while looking at TIN
mirror that the robbers face had gon'
from the window, and it did not com,
back A few days after the prim;
donna received u letter from the robbie
saying: Il heard that the jewels wer
to be out that night, and | came t.
take them at whatever hazard; bu
when | heard you sing that nurser,
song with which my mother s,
often sang me TO sleep, l couIC
not stand it and | fed, and has
resolved upon new and honest life.
o my friends, there are jewels in peri
richer than those which lay upon tina
table that night. They are the Jewel
of the immortal soul. Would God tina
some song rolling up out of the deserte'
nursery OF your childhood, or some SON
rolling up out of the cornields, tn
song of the huskers twenty or fort
years ago, might turn all our feet on
of the paths of sin into the paths O
righteousness. Would God that thos
memories waited in on odor or son
might start us this moment with swift
feet toward that blessed place where 8
many Of our loved oues have alread
preceded us, "as shock Of corn comet
in in his season."
Washing Lemons.
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