Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1897-10-11


roam span SO frislzy, SO full of life, they
got their feet over the traces. The 9TH
er man walked home. Great difference
in education, great difference in world
ly means, but I noticed at the huslzing
time they all seemed to enjoy each 9th
er's society. They did not ask any man
| how much property he owned or what
his education had been. They all seem
ed to be happy together in those good
! times.
A Picture of Heaven.
/ And so it will be in heaven Our Fa-
/ Their 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 1 put away with
heartbreak. Just look at him. He is as
young as any of US. :" And some will
say: Here is my darling child, that
buried in Greenwood, 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 min
ute - Great sociality. Great neighbor
hood kindness.
What though John Milton sit down
on one side and John Howard sit down
on the other side No embarrassment.
What though Charlotte Elizabeth sit
down on one side and Hannah More sit
down on the other side? No embarrass-
ment. A monarch yourself, why be en-
barrassed among monarchs? A soegster
yourself why be embarrassed amid glo-
rified 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. Husk-
ed at just the right time. Garnered at
Just the right time. Coming III in your
season.
Oh, wish that the billions of bush
els of corn now in the fields or on the
way to the seaboard might be type of
the grand yield of honor and glory and
Immortality when all the shocks come
in
I do not know how you are consti-
tuted, but l am so constituted that there
is nothing that so awakens reminis-
cences in me as the odors of a cornfield
when l cross it at this time of year
after the corn has been cut and it stands
in shocks. And so 1 have thought it
might be practically useful for us today
to cross the cornfield, and 1 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 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 a mirror just in front
of her chair, when she saw i'll that mir
ror 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 nurs-
cry song, her fears making the pathos
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 received letter from the robber,
saying, 81 heard that the jewels were |
to be ont 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 new and an
honest life. -
Oh, my friends, 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 corn
fields, the song of the huskers 90 or 40
years ago, might turn all our feet out of
the paths of sin into the paths of right
eousness. Would God that those memo
ries waited in on odor or song might
start us this moment with swift feet to-
ward that blessed place where SO many
of our loved ones have already preceded
us, ''as shock of corn cometh in in
his season. -
That Cost Barrel of Apples.
A Stafford Springs man will probably
use discretion hereafter in distributing
He had been collecting