Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-12-02

She doesn't seem as IL she had
been sick minute" Great
sociality. Great neighborhood kind
ness. Go in and dine. What though
John Milton sit down on one side ana
John Howard sit down ON the orhep
side. No embarrassment What though
Charlotte Elizabeth sit down on one
side and Hannah More sit down on tho
other side? No embarrassment A
monarch yourself, why be embarrassed
among monar MS? A songster your
self, why be embarrassed among glorAi
fled songsters? Go in AMI dine.
All the shocks of corn coming in Ia
cheir 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 righs
time. Ploughed at just the right tim.
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. On, | wished thst
the two billion bushels OF corn now il
the fields or on their way to the sea.
board might be type of the grand
yield of honor and glory and
immortality, when all the shock
come IN.
do not know how you are constr
tuted, but | am so constituted that
there is nothing that so awakens
"reminiscences in me as the odors of
cornfield when i cross itat this time OF
year after the corn has been cut and IL
stands in shocks. And so | have
thought it might be practically usefus
for us to-day TO cross the corn held, and
] have thought perhaps, there might
be some Renaissance reused in our
soul that mig hit he salutary and
might be saving. In Sweden a prima
donna, while her house in the
city was being repaired, took
house in the country for temporary
residence and she brought out her
great 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 front of her chair, when she
saw in that mirror the face of robber
looking in at the window behind her
and gazing 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 pathos of the song more
telling. Suddenly she noticed, while
looking at the mirror, that the rob-
ber's face had gone from the window,
and il did not come back. A few days
after the prima donna received a let
ter from the robber saying: Il 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 n new and
honest life" o my friend, there are
jewels in peril richer than those which
lay upon that table that night. They
are the jewels of the 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 cornfelds, the song of the husl1ers
twenty or forty years ago, might turn
all our feet out 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 mo-
ment with swift feet toward that
blessed place where so many of our
loved ones have already preceded us,
'as shock OF corn cometh in in his
season.