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The Sioux County Journal,
VOLUME VIII.
IIAKKLSON, NEBRASKA THURSDAY, JULY 10, 18.
NUMBER 45.
C 6 t WONDEK, James," said Mrs'
IWONDEK, James,
Mwk, lulrf ully,
baud oue morniti
to her hu.--
lug, "IT you
could gi't your own dinner to -night.
You see I've had to let the servant yo
on her holidays for a day or two, uiid
they want me desperately at the Wom
an's Aid and Relief luzar. to help them
with their high tea from ::!' to 8:30.
It you thought you could manage by
yourself "
"I'll try to survive It," observed Mr.
Meek, good-naturedly. "I don't fancy
It will prove fatal."
"I'll get a roHHt and cook It this morn
ing, then," went on Mrs. Meek, cheer
fully, "and you can have It cold for
dinner."
"Thank you," replied Mr. Meek, "you
will do nothing of the kind. I fancy I
haven't gone camping pretty much
every year of my life for nothing. I
suspect I can manage a hot dinner
about as well as most women."
Mrs. Meek had her doubts, and, uu
like moat wives, expressed them.
Mr. Meek viewed his wife's doubts
with supreme contempt, and, unlike
most husbands, expressed It.
Thus It finally resulted that Mrs.
Meek abandoned all Idea of preparing
Mr. Meek's dinner for him, and letook
herself to the bazar. So It resulted,
furthermore, that Mr. Meek left his
office about 4 o'clock that afternoon,
and proceeded to collect, on his way
home, the necessary supplies for a
dainty little dinner.
An alluring display of chickens were
the first thing to catch his eye, ami lie
was Just on the point of securing one
of them, when, by good luck, or more
probably through the natural sagacity
of the man, he recollected that well,
that you don't, as a rule, cook chickens
as they are. In the momentary reac
tion that followed this feat of mem
ory, lie bought a couple of mutton
chops and three tomatoes.
"I'll have a good, plain, old-fashioned
English dinner," thought he. as he hur
ried past the deceitful chickens, with
something almost akin to reproach.
"None of your finlky, poultry dinners
for me!"
"By Jove!" he exclaimed a moment
later. "I'll have au apple pudding and
some oyster soup to begin on."
He was so tickled with this Idea that
he promptly rushed Into a grocery shop
and purchased half a peck of their best
eating apples, and then hurried home
without a thought of the cab he was
to order for his wife at 8:30 sharp.
By 5 o'clock he had the tire going
beautifully, and everything ready for
a start.
By 6 o'clock he was Just beginning
to enjoy the thing; the tomatoes were
stewing divinely; the potatoes were
boiling to their heart's content; and the
milk for the oyster soup was simmering
contentedly on the back of the stove.
The oysters, by the by, had not ar
rived. "Dear me," thought the ambitious
gentleman, "I wish I had thought of it
In time, and I'd have hud some oyst-r
patties for a sort of final dessert. Hel
lo, what's this? By thunder, If that
everlasting pig-headed woman hasn't
left me some cold ham and a custard
pie! By the Lord Harry, for 2 cents I'd
throw the whole thing out Into the
back yard!"
The natural docility of his nature,
however, prevailed, and he left the
obnoxious viands unmolested, and pro
ceeded with his dinner. At OUtO ho put
the chops on to broil, ""as In the good
old days of yore" this poetic allusion
to the stylo of cooking lelng occasioned
by one of them accidentally dropping
Into the fire, whence he rescued It with
great presence of mind by the Joint as
sistance of the stove lifter and one of
the best table napkins. By the time th
chop was thus rescued, both It and the
table napkin were fairly well done
to say nothing stronger. This trifling
difficulty he got over by putting the
erring chop on the window sill to cool,
and the napkin Into the lire to do th
other thing.
This accomplished, and with one chop
gently cooking on the gridiron and the
other one cooling on the window sill,
' he started to construct the paste for his
apple pudding. This proved most fas
cinating. He placed a large quantity
of flour In a small bowl, emptied a Ju.v
of water on top of It, added butter to
taste, and proceeded to mold It deftly
Into shape, as he had often seen his
wife do. The flour and water promptly
forsook the bowl anil took themselves
to bis hands. Then the milk for the
soup began to burn. Just as the potatoes
j boiled dry. He rushed to the rescue and
left the major portion of the paste fair
ly evenly divided between the handles
of the two saucepan and the store lift
' er. At this Juncture the tomatoes start
ed In to see If they couldn't surpass the
milk In burning. They succeeded. The
cat, which wns accustomed to a 6:30
dinner, walked off with the chop on
(he window sill, while the chop on the
fire grew beautifully black on the
"down side." So many things were
now burning all at the same time that
Mr. Meek gave up all hoie of trying to
discover which one was bunting most.
"Let the dashed things burn till they're
siik of it!" was the extremely broad
minded Kay in which he summed up
the situation. With the astuteuess that
characterized him as distinguished
from his fellow men, he at once gave
up all efforts to track the truant paste,
and simply popped his apples into the
oven to bake.
It was now about 7:30, and the fire
was getting hotter than pretty much
anything on earth, unless, perhaps, it
was Mr. Meek. He turned all the damp
ers, opened all the doors and took oil
all the lids. This resulted most satis
factory, the fire began to cool. It didn't
stop.
The gentlest of natures when roused
are often the most terrible. Mr. Meek
became very terrible. He used up
enough kindling, profanity and coal oil
to have Ignited the pyramids of Egypt.
He stamped and shoved and poked and
banged and cursed and shook till even
the cat and It had had Its dinner was
displeased with him, and departed to
the outer kitchen to try the oysters,
which the dilatory grocer had Just de
posited on the fable without waiting to
parley with Mr. Meek. He was a wise
grocer and had beard enough.
When, ntiout five minutes later, Mr.
Meek discovered that the cat had found
the oysters to its taste, he became eveu
less calm. Had the cat been around
but, like the grocer, It had heard
enough, and taken an trnobtruslve de
partureIs It hugely probable that a
considerable majority of Its nine lives
would have come to an abrupt termina
tion.
At this stage, to console the unfortu
nate man, the fire began to go again.
Once started, It didn't stop. In about
five minutes It had bnmed up wbtt re
mained of pretty much everything, ex
cept a large pot of green tea and a small
portion of Mr. Meek. The chop that the
cat hadn't eaten was especially well
done. It could be quite safely left on
the window sill with a whole legion of
cats around It. Mr. Meek, however,
simply left It In the coal bin. In point
of either color or hardness It would
have been difficult to have found a
more fitting place for It.
Then there came over Mr. Meek's fae
a terrible expression. He brought in
a pall (it was the scrubbing pall, which
he had mistaken for the scrap pall, but
no matter) and poured the soup careful
ly Into It, throwing the pan about five
feet. Into the sink. Next he scraped the
potatoes Into the same pall, and again
another pan followed the course of the
first In getting to the sink. Then he
poured the tomatoes on top of the
potatoes, and still a third pan got to
the sink with unusual rapidity. It can
not be definitely stated whether or not
Mr. Meek, In doing this, was actuated
by the desire to prepare some famous
hunter's dish relished In the dear old
camping days gone by, but certain It Is
no sooner did he get the tomatoes nicely
on top of the potatoes than he took the
whole thing and tossed It, pail and all,
Into the outer la tie.
This accomplished he proceeded to
make a meal off the cold ham and some
bread and butter the cooking butter,
of course.
Just as he was finishing Mrs. Meek
returned. "Why, James, she cried
cheerfully, "you never sent the cab for
me, and I waited nearly an hour."
"No," said her husband calmly, "I'w
been terribly busy. Men from New
York Just got home a little while ago.
This Is a very good ham a shade over
done, Isn't It?"
"Perhaps a shade less wouldn't have
hurt It. Let me get you a piece of pit!'.'"
"No, thank you. No cold pie for mo
when there's hot apples In the oven.
I'll tell you what you might do. You
might bring 'em In If you're not too
tired."
Mrs. Meek departed on her mission.
In a few moments she reappeared, and,
without moving a muscle, placed the
plate of linked apples before her lord
and master. They were about the size
of walnuts and the color of ebony.
Judging by the way they rattled on the
plate they were rather harder than
tllut.
Mr. Meek rose with an awful look In
his eye.
"I'm afraid," observed his wife, "they
are like the ham Just a shade over
done." "If I ever catch that cat," remarked
Mr. Meek, as that sleek feline purred
past him with a playful frisk of Its
tall, "I'll break every bone In Its body"
only he described Its body with sun
dry adjectives that were very strange
to the can of Mr. Meek. At least, so
she said when she described the occur
rence to her bosom friend, Mrs. Mug
gins, next day. New York Truth.
A REMARKABLE PHYSICIAN.
Gave Ul Service and Hit Life to
the 1'oor.
Last spring, In the city of New York,
occurred oue of the most remarkable
funerals ever witnessed. The hearse
whic'i bore tue dead man was attended
by sixty pallbearers, and each man of
the sixty owed his life, under Cod, to
the ministration of him they bore. Be
hind the hearse walked KoO men In hue,
hardly oue of whom but was Indebted
to the dead man for his ability to be
there. Tw hundred and ninety-three car
riages followed, and these In turn were
attended by a large number of people
on foot.
Who was this man who, being dead,
could so stir the hearts of the peoplel
Who as he that he should be mourned
over ry 15,lX) persons lu one day, be
cause they would look upon his face no
more? Was he a great general; a
world-honored statesman?
No. He was a simple Lust Side phy
sician, whose patients were dwellers lu
the tenement districts, and whoss
mourners were the poor to whom he had
ministered.
Dr. A rousoti Inherited a small' prop
erty from his father, and early deter
mined that his life should be spent In
service for others. He made lung dis
eases his specialty, and studied with
Koch In Berl'n, and In the best school
In Europe. When he came back to New
York l.e was unknown, save to physi
cians, but he Immediately opened, at
his own expense, a hospital for con-,
sumptives in the poorest part of the
city, and threw himself heart and soul
Into the work of alleviating the distresi
of fri-udless patients.
It was his custom when called upon
to attend a poor family, to leave a few
dollars on the table behind him. In the
bestowal of these gifts neither creed
nor race was recognized.
A friend said of him: "He was a
man who took peculiar pleasure In see
ing o'her people happy. He often de
clared that If he had ten millions of
dollars, he would spend his life In driv
ing around In the tenement districts,
and relieving the poor."
He himself once said: "I like to dis
cover a case where a hard landlord It
pushing a poor tenant to the wall. Then
It Is my delight to come in at the last
moment, raise my hand, and call i
halt, with a check for the amount owed
by th i tenant. Then real happiness li
seen In the face of the one relieved.?
"A nan's life Is so short at nest!" h
was wont to say. "It would be an easj
matter to make the world happy, and
onescl too, If each persou would "btJt
contribute all he possibly could to the
relief of the suffering."
.Several years ago a case of blood
poisoning occurred on the East Side
of Ne,v York. The patient was a poor
woman, and she was critically 111. Phy
sicians to whom applications had been
maue had refused to take the case be
cause of the exceptional risk in the
treatment that was required.
The right when Dr. Aronson heard of
it was the night of his brother's wed
ding, and he was dressed to attend It.
He was told that the woman would die
unless she were operated upon within
two hours. He threw oft his dress suit,
hurried to her bedside, and performed
a successful operation. A few days
after he himself was taken down with
blood poisoning, contracted from the
sufferer, and for weeks lingered be
tween life and death.
Then a wonderful and beautiful sight
was seen. Hundreds came daily to In
quire for the good physician. Scones
of jieople knelt together In the open air
around his doorstep, and prayf?d aloud
for his recovery. The man was greatly
oeloved because he had greatly loved
and trmndly given. When he recovered
he suld he would gladly undergo the
same again to save life.
At last came a day when upon his
return from a call on iv poor and wretch
ed patient this good man dropped dead
upon 'he sidewalk, near his own door
step, his end thus coming, It was said,
Just as he had long secretly hoped and
prayed that It might come. !
The end came, we have said. But
who enn predicate an end to n life so
filled with the spirit of Him Who was,
pre-eminently, the Helper and Healer
of men";
Kemarkaliln Knives.
In connection with a manufactory at
Khellleld Is a suite of showrooms, iu
which are exhibited, besides samples of
the class of work produced, a number
of Invaluable curiosities. Chief amoii
these Is the celebrated Norfolk knife
exhibited during the. exposition of
comprising a richly carved pearl han
dle and seventy-five large blades, con
taining, in addition to etchings of the
queen and other members of the royai
family, charming views of the royal
residences and other notable places.
Another marvel of construction '1$ a
knife equipped with 1,89(1 blade-a
blade for every year In the Christian
era. It was commenced In 1822, and
since that time one blade has been
added each year.
Italians Not All Bankrupt, i
Italy offered a loan of 2H,000,000 the
other day, and the sulwcriptlons
amounted to fifteen times Its amount.
The largest offerings were from Rome'
and Milan. i
Why do people have potatoes at ev
ery meal? Is It because of a tradi
tion? , . ... . ... .
TALMGE'S SERMON.
THE PREACHER USES GOSPEL
ARCHERY AS HIS THEME.
Be Tells About the Mighty Hunters
of Scripture and Bbowe How to Vmo
the Goapel Arrow-The Kind of
Game to Beek.
A Search for Game.
AU people who are trying to do good
will find thin discourse of Dr. Talmage
Inspiring as well as anique. His text
waa Genesis x., 9, "He was a mighty
hunter before the Lord."
la our day hunting Is a sport, but in
the lauds and the times Infested with wild
beaU it was a matter of life or death
with the people. It was very different
from going out on a sunshiny afternoon
with a patent breechloader to shoot reed
birds on the flats when I'ollux and Achil
lea and Diomedet went out to clear the
land of lions and tigers and bears. My
text sets forth Nlmrod as a hero when It
presents him with broad shoulders and
ahaggy apparel and un browned face and
arm bunched with muscle "a mighty
hunter before the Lord." I think he used
the bow and the arrows with great success
practicing archery.
Gospel Archery.
I hare thought, if It is such a grand
thing and auch a brave thiDg to clear wild
beasts out of a country, if it is not a bet
ter and braver thing to hunt down and
destroy those great evils of society that
are stalking the land with fierce eye and
bloody paw and sharp tusk and quick
spring. I have wondered If there ia not
auch a thing as gospel archery, by which
those who have been flying from the truth
may be captured for God and heaven.
The Lord Jesus in his sermon used the
art of angling for an illustration when
he said, "I will make you fishers of men."
And so I think I have authority for using
hunting as an illustration of gospel truth,
and I pray Uod that there may be many
a man to-day who will begin to study gos
pel archery of whom it may after awhile
be said, "He was a mighty hunter before
the Lord."
How much awkward Christian work
there is done In the world! How many
good people there are who drive souls
away from Christ instead of bringing
them to him! All their fingers are thumbs
religious blunderers who npset more
than they right Their gun baa a crooked
barrel and kicks as it goes off. They are
like a clumsy comrade who goes along
with skillfuhhunters. "'.J?t the very mo
ment whenjne ought to be most quiet he
Is cracklinf an alder or falling over a log
and frig-hMaisf away the KSAF. How
fuw -ChrJa4ieople hataJgfrr learned
the lesson ibHfcwch I reWat the begin
ning of this service; how, that the Lord
Jesus Christ at the well went from talk
ing about a cup of water to the most prac
tical religious truths, which won the
woman's soul for Uod! Jesus in the wil
derness was breaking bread to the people.
I think it was good bread. It was very
light bread, and the yeast had done its
work thoroughly. Christ, after he bad
broken the bread, said to the people,
"Beware of the yenst or of the leaven of
the Pharisees." So natural a transition
It was, and how easily they all under
stood him! But how few Christian peo
ple there are who understand how to fast
en the truths of God and religion to the
souls of men. Truman Osborne, one of
the evangelists who went through this
country years ago, had a wonderful art in
the right direction. He came to my
father's house one day, and while we were
all seated in the room he said, "Mr. Tal
mage, are all your children Christians?"
Father said, "Yes, all but De Witt." Then
Truman Osborne looked down into the
fireplace and began to tell a story of a
storm that came on the mountains, and
all the sheep were in the fold, hut there
was one lamb outside that perished in the
storm. Had he looked me in the eye I
should have been angered when he told
that story, hut he looked into the fin-place,
and h was bo pathetically and beautifully
done that I never found any peace until I
was sure I was inside the fold where the
other sheep were.
The archers of olden times studied their
art. They were very precise In the mat
ter. The old books gave special directions
as to how an archer should go and as to
what an archer should do. He must
stand erect and firm, his left foot a little
In advance of the right foot. With his
left hand he must take hold of the bow
in the middle, and then with the three
fingers and the thumb of his right hand
he should lay hold of the arrow and affix
it to the string so precise was the direc
tion given. But how clumsy we are about
religions work! How little skill ami care
we exercise! Mow often our arrows miss
the murk! Oh, that, there were more in
stitutions established in all the towns and
cities of our land, where men might learn
the nrt of doing good studying spiritual
an-hery, and known as "mighty hunters
before the Ixird."
Look to Yonr Weopnn.
In the first place, if you want to be ef
fectual In doing good, you must he very
sure of your weapon. There was some
thing very fasriuuting about the archery
of olden times. Perhaps yon do not know
what they could do with the how and ar
row. Why, the chief battles fought by
the English Plantagcncts were with the
long how. They would take the arrow of
polished wood and feather it with the
plume of a bird, nnd t lion it would Hy
from the bowstring of plaited silk. The
broad fields of Agincourf, and Solwny
Mohh, and Neville's cross heard the loud
tit r ii in of the archor's bowstring. Now,
my Christian friends, we have a mightier
weapon tlinn that. It is the arrow of the
gospel; it is a sharp arrow; it Is a straight
arrow; it is feathered from the wing of
the dove of God's spirit; It flies from a
how made out of tho wood of the cross.
As far I can estimate or calculate It
has brought down 400,000,000 souls. Paul
knew how to bring the notch of that ar
row on to that bowstring, and Its whir
was heard through the Corinthian thea
ters, and through the court room, until
the knees of Felix knocked together. It
was that arrow that stuck in Luther's
heart when he cried out: "Oh, my sins!
Oh, my sins!" If it strike a man in the
head, it kills his skepticism; if it strike a
niau in the heel, it will turn bis step; if it
strike him in the heart, he throws up his
hands, as did the Eniperor Julian of old
when wounded in the battle, crying, "O
Galilean, thou hast conquered!"
bearchingr for Game.
Again, if you want to be skillful in
spiritual archery, you must hunt in unfre
quented and secluded places. Why does
the hunter go three or four days in the
Pennsylvania forests or over Itaquette
lake into the wilds of the Adirondacks?
It is the only way to do. The deer are
shy, and one "bang" of the gun clears
the forest. From the California stage
you see as you go over the plains here and
there a coyote trotting along, almost with
in range of the gun sometimes quite
within range of it. No one cares for that;
it is worthless. The good game is hidden
and secluded. Every hunter knows that.
So many of the souls that will be of most
worth for Christ and of most value to
the church are secluded. They do not
come in your way. You will have to go
where they are. Yonder they are down
in that cellar; yonder they are up in that
garret. Far away from the door of auy
church, the gospel arrow has not been
pointed at them. The tract distributer
and city missionary sometimes catch a
glimpse of them, as a hunter through the
trees gets a momentary sight of a part
ridge or a roebuck. The trouble is we are
waiting for the game to come to ua. We
are not good hunters. We are standing
in some street or highway expecting that
the timid anteloiie will come up and eat
out of our hands. We are expecting that
the prairie fowl will light on our church
steeple. It is not tht-Ir habit. If the
church should wait 10,000,000 of years
for the world to come in and he saved, it
will wait in vain. The world will not
come. What the church wants now is to
lift its feet from damask ottomans and
put them in the stirrups. We want a
pulpit on wheels. The church wants not
so much cushions as it wants saddlebags
and arrows. We have got to put aside the
gown and kid gloves and put on the hunt
ing shirt. We have been fishing so long
in the brooks that run under the shadow
of the church that the fish know us, that
they avoid the hook and escape as soon as
we come to the bank, while yonder is Up
per Saranac and Big Tupper's lake, where
the first swing of the gospel net would
break it for the multitude of the fishes.
There is outside work to be done. What
is that I see in the backwoods? It is a
tent. The hunters have made a clearing
and camped out. Wrhat do they care if
they have wet feet, or if they have noth
ing but a pine branch for a pillow, or for
the northeast storm! If a moose in the
darkness steps into the lake to drink,
they hear it right away. If a loon cry iu
the moonlight, they hear It. .
So in the service of Ood we have expos
ed work. We have got to camp out and
rough It. We are putting all our care on
the people who come to our churches.
What are we doing for the thousands up
on thousands that do not come? Have
they no bouIs? Are they sinless that they
need no pardon? Are there no dead in
their houses that they need no comfort?
Are they cut off from God to go into eter
nity no wing to bear them, no light to
cheer them, no welcome to greet them ? I
hear to-day, surging up from the lower
depths, a groan that comes through our
Christian assemblages and through onr
beautiful churches, and it blots out all
this scene from my eyes to-day, as by the
mists of a great Niagara, for the dash and
the plunge of these great torrentB of life
dropping down into the fathomless and
thundering abyss of suffering and woe. I
sometimes think that just as God blotted
out the churches of Thyatira and Corinth
and Laodicea because of their sloth and
stolidity he will blot out American and
English Christianity and raise on the
ruins a stalwart, wide-awake missionary
church that can take the full meaning of
that command, "Go into all the world and
preach the gospel to every creature."
Cournce.
I remark, further, if you want to suc
ceed in spiritual archery you must have
courage. If the hunter stand with trem
bling hand or Bhoulder that flinches with
fear, instead of his taking the catamount
the catamount takes him. What would
become of the Grecnlander if, when out
hunting for the bear, he should stand shiv
ering with terror on an iceberg? What
would have become of Du Chaillu and
Livingstone in the African thicket with a
faint heart and a weak knee? When a
panther comes within twenty paces of
you, and It has its eye on you, and it has
squatted for the fearful spring, "Steady
there!"
Courage, O ye spiritual archers! There
are great monsters In iniquity prowling
all around about the community. Shall
we not of the strength of God go forth
and combat them? We not only need
more heart, but more backbone. What is
the church of God that it should fear to
look In the eye any transgression? There
is the Bengal tiger of drunkenness that
prowls around, and Instead of attacking It
how many of us hide under the church
lew or the communion table! There is so
much Invested In it we are afraid to as
sault it; millions of dollars In barrels, in
vats, In spigots, In corkscrews, in gin
palaces with marble floors and Italian top
tables, and chased ice coolers, and in the
strychnine, and the logwood, and tne tar
taric acid, and the mix vomica that go to
make up our "pure" American drinks. 1
looked with wondering eyes on the "Hei
delberg tun." ' It Is the great liquor vat of
Germany, which Is said to hold S0O hogs
heads of wine, and only three times in KH)
years It, has been filled. But as I stood
and looked at It I said to myself: 'That
is nothing, 800 hogshends. Why, our
American vat holds 2,f00,(MK barrels of
strong drinks, and we keep 200,000 men
with nothing to do but. to see that It Is
filled." Oh I to attack this great monster
of Intemperance, and the kindred mon
sters of fraud and uncleanness, requires
you to rally all your Christian courage.
Through the press, through the pulpit,
through the platform, yon must assault
It. Would to God that all nur American
Christians would baud together, not for
crack-brained fanaticism, but for holy
Christian reform. I think it was in XTM
that there went out from Lucknow, In
dia, undir the sovereign, the greatest
hunting partv that was ever projected.
There were lO.tJW armed men in that
hunting party. There were camels and
horses and elephants. On some prlnoes
rode and royal ladies under exquisite
housings, and 500 coolies waited upon the
train, and the desolate places of India
were invaded by this excursion, and the
rhinoceros, the deer and elephant fell un
der the stroke of saber and bullet. After
awhile the party brought back trophies
worth 50,000 rupees, having left the wil
derness of India ghastly with the slain
bodies of wild beasts. Would to God that
instead of here and there a straggler go
ing out to fight these great monsters of
iniquity in our country the million mem
bership of our churches would band to
gether and hew in twain these great
crimes that make the land frightful with
tbeir roar and are fattening upon the
bodies and souls of immortal men! Who
is ready for Buch a party as that? Who
will be a mighty hunter for the Lord?
Hrint; In the Game.
I remark, again, if you wanted to be
successful iu spiritual archery, you need
not only to bring down the game, but
bring it iu. I think oue of the most beau
tiful pictures of Thorwaldsen is his "Au
tumn." It represents a sportsman com
ing home and standing under a grapevine.
He has a staff over his Bhoulder and on
the other end of that staff are hung a rab
bit and a brace of birds. Every hunter
brings home the game. No one would
think of bringing down a reindeer or
whipping up a stream for trout and letting
them lie in the woods. At eventide the
camp is adorned with the treasures of the
forest beak and fin and antler. If you
go out to hunt for immortal souls, not only
bring them down under the arrow of the
gospel, but bring them into the church of
God, the encampment we have pitched
this side of the skies. Fetch them in. Do
not let them lie out in the open field.
They need our prayers and sympathies
and help. That is the meaning of the
church of God help. O ye hunters for
the Lord, not only bring down the game,
but bring it In!
If Mithridates liked hunting so well
that for seven years he never went in
doors, what enthusiasm ought we to have
who are hunting for immortal souls'. If
Domitianus practiced archery until he
could stand a boy down in the Roman
amphitheater, with a hand out, the fingers
like that, and then the king could shoot an
arrow between the fingers without wound
ing them, to what drill and what practice
ought not we to subject ourselves in order
to become spiritual archers and "mighty
hunters before the Lord!" But, let me
say, you will never work any better than
you pray. The old archers took the bow,
put one end of it down beside the foot, ele
vated the olher end, and it was the rule
that the bow should be Just the size of the
archer. If it were just his size, then he
would go into the battle with confidence.
Let me say that your power to project
good in the world will correspond exactly
to your own spiritual stature. In other
words, the first thing in preparation for
Christian work is personal consecration.
Oh, for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road '
That leads me to the Lambl
A Great Hunter.
I am sure that there are some here who
at some time have been hit by (he gospel
arrow. You felt the wound of that con
viction, and you plunged into the world
deeper, just as the stag, when the hounds
are after it, plunges into Schroon lake,
expecting in that way to escape. Jesus
Christ is on your track to-day, impenitent
man not in wrath, but in mercy. 0 ye
chased and panting souls, here is the
stream of God's mercy and salvation,
where you may cool your thirst! Stop
that chase of sin to-day. By the red foun
tain that leaped from the heart of my Lord
I bid you stop. Is there In all this house
any one who can refuse the offer that
conies from the heart of the dying Son of
God? Why, do you know that there are
in the banished world souls that for that
offer you get to-day would fling the crown
of the universe at your feet if they pos
sessed it? But they went out on the
mountains; the storm took them, and they
died.
There is in a forest in Germany a place
they call the "deer leap" two crags about
eighteen feet apart, between them a fear
ful chasm. This is called the "deer leap"
because once a hunter was on the track
of a deer. It came to one of these crags.
There was no escape for It from the pur
suit of the hunter, and, in utter despair,
it gathered Itself up and in the death
agony attempted to jump across. Of
course it fell and was dashed on the rocks
far beneath. Here is a path to heaven.
It is plain, it is safe. Jesus marks it out
for every man to walk in. But here Is a
man who says, "I won't walk in that
path. I will take my own way." He
comes on until he confronts the chasm
that divides his soul from heaven. Now
his last hour has come, and he resolves
that he will leap that chasm, from the
heights of earth to the heights oi heaven.
Stand back now and give him full swing,
for no soul ever did that successfully. Let
him try. Jump! Jump! He misses the
mark, and he goes down, depth below
depth, "destroyed without remedy." Men,
angels, devils, what shall we call that
place of awful catastrophe? Let it be
known forever as the sinner's death leap.
The 81 n of reception.
Lie not at all, neither In a little thing
nor in a great, neither In the sub
stance nor In the circumstance, neither
In word uor deed; that Is, pretend not
what Is false, cover not what Is true,
and let the measure of your affirma
tion or denial be the understanding of
your contractor; for he that deceive
the buyer or the seller by speaking
what Is true In a sense not Intended
or understood by the other Is a Mar
and a thief. For In bargains you' art
to avoid not only what la false, but
that also which deceive Jeremy Tay
lor. ' . '.
JUS,
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