Democratic messenger., 1892-12-03

in and dine. What though John Milton
sit down ON one side and John Howard
sit down ON tine 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?
A songster yourself, why be embarrassed
among glorified songsters? Go in and
dine.
THE LAST GREAT ISGATHERIN0.
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 mt 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 type of the grand yield of honor
and glory and immortality when all the
shocks come in.
j do not know how you are consti-
tuted. but ! am so constituted that
there is nothing that so awal<ens remi-
niscences III me rs the odors of a corn
field when cross it at this time of year
after the corn has been cut and it stands
in shocks. And so | have thought it
might be practically useful foi MS 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 a
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-she
sat thinking and looking into a 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 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 saying,
II heard that the jewels were to be out
that night, and 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 fed, and have
resolved upon a new and honest life."
Oh, NV friends. there are jewels in peril
richer than those which lay upon
that table 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 ont of the corn
fields, the song of the huskers twenty or
forty years ago. might turn all our feet
ont of the paths of sin into the paths of
righteousness. Would God that those
memories 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
preceded us las shock of corn cometh
in i'll his season."