The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1907-1917, 1910-08-25

may all receive help-MRs A. W. HARVEY and
three other friends, R. F. D. 5, Concord Tenn.
NO MILLENNIUM YET
We have received another letter from the Rev.
Geo. B. Culpepper which is we'll worth the read
ing. AS said last week, it is unquestionably
the sense Of our readers and friends that the
Sunny South Brotherhood continue to work along
the lines at first laid down; and that the Present
Help Club, suggested by Brother Culpepper be
separate institution. The letter follows
eff you any looking for the time
toned above to begin soon, you may say, in all
candor that according to the Scriptures it is some
time off.
Il saw man who had the services and love of
a yellow dog for many long years. This dog
watched for his master by night, and cared for
him by day. He protected his children and grand
children from enemies for years. He killed many
snakes and drove off many robbers He lay at
his masters door at night, and enemy ap
preached to harm the household without meeting
the defense of that faithful dog His smoke
house and corn-crib and pOcket-bOOk and family
were guarded with jealous and love. When
the master sent this dog into the swamp to fight
the bears and foxes and thieves, the dog went. If
he was tossed bone a crust by this master, he
received it with wagging tail and smiling
joyous face. When this master kicked him, he
never resented it. He even licked the hand that
welded the whip that smote him. And he was
ready in a moment to work and fight for that
master again. I he thought strange of
some of the treatment he received, but he
expressed it. Finally the dog too old to
work and fight and would do nothing but love
the master he had served so long. Then what did
the master do? Why, he told of his servants
to turn the old dog out of the kennel he had
lived in long, and put a young, strong dog in
his place. Turn the old dog out and give him
bone on Sunday and crust to go with it occasion
ally, but to be to tell the old dog in words
how we'll he loved him and how good dog he
had BEEN
The Old Horse and the Colts in Brazil.
81 another who had horse-one of
the very best family horses that He
plowed the crops for the poor man, and pulled the
wagon to haul the crops to the barn after he had
pulled the plOW to make the crops. On Sunday he
carried the man and his wife and the little
to church and Sunday-school. After a while the
man by the labor of the horse got rich. The horse
got old. His joints were stiff He had sore
wherever they placed him, to the full amount of
his strength He refused to bad
looking bridge He refused to take any
fence that he put to. No mud hole too
Doggy for him to plunge into when his master
said go. But he got too old to work. Then
the pasture and let him make his living. Give
him a hand of fodder occasionally, and
year give him feed of oats There is shelter
in that pasture from the suns of summer and the
storms of winter but reckon he will live some
how. He ought to be rubbed and banketed, but
there several wild colts in Brazil that
have undertaken to feed and house and blanket
time on this old horse here at home. True, he
made what we are; and | rich largely
through his work, but let him get his living the
best he can. I must look after the colts in Brazil
The Old Minister.
"Then saw another man who owned human
slave. 1t was of voluntary servitude. But
the slave worked for the man for forty years.