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LL out of tbe usual line of sermon
izing ia this story of Dr. Taluiage
-concerning the next world, and it
do good to see things from a rfovel
taadpoiut. The text it Revelation xxi.,
1 "And 1 nv new heaven."
The stereotyped heaven does not make
luate impression upon us. We need
t old story told in new style in order to
our appreciation. I do not sup-
awae that we are compelled to the old
phraseology. King James' translators did
am exhaust all the good and graphic words
la the English dictionary. I suppose if we
ahoald take the idea of heaven and trans
late it into modern phrase we would tind
that its atmoiiphere is a combination of
arty June aud of the Indian summer in
October -a place combining the advan
tage of city and country, the street
landing for the one and the twelve man
awe of fruits for the other; a place of mu
sical entertainments harpers, pipers,
trumpeters, doxoiogies; a place of wonder-
mi architecture behold the temples; a
lare where there may be the higher fonns
sf animal life the beast which were on
carta beaten, lash whipped and galled and
ablanketed and worked to death, turned
at among the white horses which the
hook of Revelation describe as being in
eaten; a place of stupendous literature
the books open; a place of aristocratic and
ejensocratie attractiveness the kings
tending for the one, all nations for the
either; all botanical, pomologicaL orni
thological, arborescent, worshipful beauty
ad grandeur.
But my idea now is to speak chiefly of
tbe improved heaven. People sometimes
think of heaven as though it were an old
JfTP finished centuries ago, when I have
to tell yoo that no city on earth during
the last fifty years has bad such changes
aa heaven. It is not the same place as
when Job and David and Paul wrote of
St. For hundreds and hundreds of years
It has been going through peaceful revo
lution, and year by year, and month by
tenth, and hour by hour, and moment by
rnt it is changing, and changing for
thine better. Away back there was
one residence in the universe the
eaidence of the Almighty. Heaven had
Mat yet been started. Immensity was the
el all around about this great residence,
God's srmnathetic heart after a whilo
at i flowed ia other creations, and there
came all thronrh this F0 tit eoiintrv rtf Im.
aeaaity Inhabited villages, which grew
ad enlarged nntil they joined each other
mwm became one great central metropolis
the universe, streeted, gated, templed,
relered, inhabited. One angel went forth
with a reed, we are told, and he measured
ataaven on one side, and then be went
ttorth and measured heaven on tbe other
, asd then St. John tried to take the
ejrwua of that city, and he became so be--rlMered
that be gave it op.
Jau-rovements in Heaven.
That brings me to the first thought of
4ujr theme that heaven is vastly improved
la aasabera. Noliug little under this head
the multitude of adults who have
iato glory during the last 100 or 5O0
me LflOO years, I remember there are 1,-
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v .ipwww vi people in me world, ana
w(f T: the test majority of people die in in
L3ay ' How many children must have
'.J "jrtmw into heaven during tbe last r00 or
' sjCSO years. If New York should gather
im aee feneration l.OOO.OtJU population, if
&aanlaa should gather in one generation
,39,000 population, what a vast incrensc.
XSat what a mere nothing as eompa; i
with the 800,000,000. the 2.0Ni,MW.ij m. j
OB ntltituae ttiat no man can number,
Chat have gone into that city. Of course
S this takes for granted that every child
taat dies goes as straight into heaven as
wr the light speed from a star, and that
Is one reason why heaven will always he
tNifc and beautiful the great multitude
f children in it. Put HOO.OOO.UOO children
la a country, it will be a b!eeed and lively
aaatry.
Eat add to this, if you will, the great
Mritffnd Af urinltsi tl-hn hnpa vn,.. intn
f Cawy how the census of heaven must
M Many years ago a clergy man
f WtOBj ia New Kngland pulpit and said
fiat ha believed that the vnsi majority of
r, jft imt wouli finally be destroyed, and
V." ' Oat aot more than one person out uf 2.(XX
ir fiwuu wonld ie finally saved. There
l rptued to be abont 2.kh.I iople In the
V i where be preached. Nr xt Hahba th
'-": persons were heard iliscussing tbe
Kj i-f rt and wondering which one of the
y t'JUa people ia tbe tillage would finally
j.' Sell heaven, and one thought it would
, 1 tt minister, and the other thought it
; :V 3tM be the old detenu. Now, I have
X BMtch admiration for a lifeboat which
J go oat to a sinking ship with 2.'sk
""paaH and get one off in safety and
Vl f to the bottom. Why. heaven
t hate been a tillage when Abel, tbe
t seal from earth, entered it as coro
. with the present population of that
ftyt
vfrew Meavsa Matt Change.
1 I remark tbatesven bus vastly
:f Ib knowledge. ;ive a man forty
i:fn to study one science or all
i, with all tbe advantages of labor
I aad observatories and philosophic
' "In ha wlU be a marvel of iuforina
t.,A'tr,'lto what intelligence must
f C Mnt. angelhood and sainthood.
ttadyfag for forty or fifty years.
? Cataads of years -studying (iod
-tal tad Immortality and the unl
V rttth lateliigenee of that world
yaw MMi on. with eyesight fur
'( than tt'leaeope, with power
Sti ' tgtier than all human
with power of analysis snr-
i,;ifinHeI laUrtiry, with
at telegraphy! What
a with all these advan
'iH'Ufiti in a cewtary,
tX" ?ewae between
v..g aawJi gad the
--y f ' - Jotrst
a greater difference than heaven as it
w is and heaven as it once was.
Again, heaveD is vastly improved in its
:iety. During your memory how many
quisite spirits have gone into it? If you
ould try to make a list of all the genial,
viug, gracious, blessed souls that you
ive known, it would be a very long list
souls that have gone into glory- Now,
) you not suppose they have enriched the
Kiety'; Have they not improved heaven?
ou tell of what heaven did for them.
Have they done nothing for heaven? Take
the gracious souls that have gone out
your acquaintanceship aud add to them
all the gracious and beautiful souls that
for 500 or 1,000 years have gone out of
all the cities and all the villages and all
the countries of this earth into glory, and
I how tbe society of heaven must have been
j improved. Suppose Paul the apostle were
j introduced into your social circle on earth;
i but heaven has added all the apostles.
Mippose llaunab More and Charlotte
Klizabeth were introduced Into your social
circle on earth: but heaven has added all
the blessed and the gracious and tbe holy
j women of the past ages. Suppose that
j Kobert McCheyne and John Suinmerfield
l should be added to yoUr earthly circle; but
I heaven has gathered up all the faithful
I and earnest ministry of the past. There
j is not a town, or a city, or a village that
Das so improved in society in the last 100
years as heaven has improved.
A Chun ice of Degree Only.
But you say, "Hasn't heaven always
been perfect?" Oh, yes. but not in the
sense that it cannot be augmented. It
has been rolling on in grandeur. Christ
has been there, and he never changes tbe
same yesterday, to-day and forever, glori
ous then and glorious now aud glorious
forever. But I siieak now of attractions
outside of this, and I have to tell you that
no place on earth has improved in society
as heaven has within the last seventy
years, for the most of you within forty
years, within twenty years, within five
years, within one year in other words, by
the anseaions from your own household.
j If heaven were placed in groups -an apos
tolic group, a patriarchal group, a pro
phetic group, group of martyrs, group of
angels and then a group of your own glori
fied kindred which group would you
choose? You might look around and make
comparison, but it would not take you long
to choose. 1'ou would say: "Give me back
those whom I loved on earth; let me enter
into their society my parents, my chil
dren, my brothers, my sisters. We lived
together on earth; let us live together in
heaven." Ob, is it not a blessed thought
that heaven has been improved by its so
ciety, this colonization from earth to
heaven?
Again, I remark that heaven has great
ly improved in the good cheer of announc
ed victories. Where heaven rejoiced over
one soul it now rejoices over 100 or 1,000.
In tbe olden times, when the events of
human life were scattered over four or five
centuries of longevity and the world mov
ed slowly, there were not so many stirring
events to be reported in heaven, but now,
I suppose, all tbe great events of earth are
reported in heaven. If there is any truth
plainly taught in this Bible, it is that heav
en is wrapped up in sympathy with human
history, aud we look at those inventions of
the day at telegraphy, at swift commu
nication by steam, at all these modern im
provements which seem to give one almost
omnipresence and we see only tbe secular
relation, but spirits before the throne look
out and see the vast and the eternal rela
tion. While nations rise and fall, while
the earth is shaking with revolution, do
you not suppose there is arousing intelli
gence going up to the throne of Jod, and
that the question is often asked before
the throne, "What is the news from that
world that world that rebelled, but is
coming back to its allegiance?" If min
istering spirits, according to the Bible, are
sent forth to minister to those that shall
be heirs of heaven,' when they come down
to us to bless us, do they not take the news
back? Io the ships of light that come out
of the celestial harbor into the earthly
harbor, laden with cargoes of blessing, go
liack unfreighted? Ministering spirits not
only, but our loved ones leaving us, take
up the tidings. Oh, yes! Heaven is a
greater place for news than it used to be
news sounded through the streets, news
ringing from tbe towers, news heralded
from the palace gate. Oiad news! Vic
torious news!
The Future Heaven.
But the vivacity and spr.ehtiincs of
heaven will lie byond all conerpiioii uuen
the final victories come in, when the
church shall be triumphant everywhere.
Oh, what a day in heaven it will be when
the last throne of earthly oppression has
fallen, when the last chain of serfdom is
broken, when the last wound of earthly
pain is healed, whin the last sinner is par
doned, when the last nation is redeemed?
What a time there will be in heaven! You
and I will be iu the procession, you and I
will thrum a siring in that great orches
tra. That will be the greatest day in
heaven since the day when the first block
of jasper was put do s for the foundation
and the first hinged pearl swung. If there
is a difference between heaven now aud
heaven as it was, oh. what a difference be
tween heaven as it shall be and heaven as
it is now? Not a splendor stuck fast, but
rolling on and rolling on, and rolling np
and rolling up, forever, forever.
Now, I say tbese things about the
changes in heaven, about the new im
provements In heaven, for three stout rea
sons. First, because I find that some of
you are Impatient to be gone. Yon are
tired of this world, and you want to get
into that good land abont which you have
been thinking, praying and talking so
many years. Now, be patient. Not one
glory is to be subtracted, but many glories
added. Not one angel will be gone, not
one hierareb gone, not one of your glorified
friends gone. By the long practicing tbe
music will be better, the procession will
be longer, the rainbow brighter, tbe coro
nation grander. Heaven, with magnifi
cent a'ldemln! Why will you complain
when you are only waiting for something
better?
Another reason why I speak ia regard
to the changes in beaten aud the new im
provements in heaven ia because I think
it will lie a consolation to busy and enter
prising good people. I tee tery well that
you hate not much taste for a beaten that
was all done aad finished centuries ago.
After yon hat heea active forty of fifty
of sixty yean it would be a shock ta atop
yoo uddealy aad forettr, hut here ia a
peogrs r xwrtfi. eu trar gaeuuiilaUte
heaven, vast enterprise an foot there be
fore the throtie of (iod. Aggressive knowl
edge, aggressive goodness, aggressive pow
er, aggressive grandeur. You will not
bave to come and sit down ou the banka
of the river of life in everlasting inoccu
pation. Oh. busy men, I tell you of a
heaven where theie is something to do.
That is the meaning of tbe passage, "They
rest not day nor night," in the lazy sens
of resting.
The Old Fashioned Heaven.
1 speak these words on ti e changes la
j heaven and the new improvements in
heaven also because I want to cure some
j or you of the delusion that your d"parted
Christian friends have gone into dullness
J and silence and unconsciousness. They
! are in a stirring, picturesque, radiant, ever
accumulative scene. When they left their
bodies, they only got rid of the last hin
drance. According to what I am telling
you at present, your departed Christian
friends did not go so much into the com
pany of tbe martyrs, and the apostles, and
the prophets, and the potentates of heaven
as into the company of grandfather and
grandmother and the infant sifter that
tarried just long enough to absorb your
tenderest affection ai:d all the borne cir
cle. When they lauded, it was not as yon
land in Antwerp or Hamburg or Havre,
wandering np a strange wharf, looking at
strange faces, asking for a strange hotel.
They lauded amid your glorified relatives,
who were waiting to greet them.
Oh, does not this bring heaven nearer?
Instead of being far off it comes down
just now, and it puts its arms around our
necks, and we feel its breath on our faces.
It melis tbe frigid splendor of the conven
tional heaven into a domestic scene. It
comes very close to as. If we hud our
choice in heaven, whom would we first
see? Rather than look at tbe great poten
tates of heaven we would meet our loved
ones. I want to see Mows aud Paul and
Joshua, but I would a great deal rather
see my father, who went iway thirty
years ago. I want to see tbe great Bible
heroines, Deborah and Hannah and Abi
gail, but I would rather see my mother
than to see the archangel.
If you bad your choice between riding in
a heavenly chariot and occupying the
grandest palace in heaven and sitting ou
tbe throne next highest to the throne of
God and not seeing your departed ones,
and on the other hand dwelling in the
humblest place in heaven, without crown
or throne and without garland and with
out scepter, yet having your loved ones
around you, you would choose the latter.
I say these things because 1 want you to
know it is a domestic heaven, and conse
quently it is all the time improving. Ev
ery one that goes up makes it a brighter
place, and the attractions are increasing
month by month and day by d.iy, and
heaven, so vastly more of a heaven, a
thousand times more of a beaveu. than it
used to be, will be a better be.ivon yet.
Ob, 1 say this to intensify your anticipa
tion. At tbe Final Day.
I enter heaven one day. It is almost
empty. I enter the temples of worship,
and there are no worshipers. 1 walk down
the street, and there are no passengers. I
go into the orchestra, and I fkij the In
struments are suspended in tbe baronial
halls of heaven, and the jjrent organs of
eternity, with multitudinous banks of
keys, are closed. But I see a shining oue
at tbe ga'.e, as though he were standing
on guard, and I say: "Sentinel, what docs
this mean? I thought heaven was a pop
ulous city. Has there been some great
plague stt'oeping off the population?"
"Have you not heard the news?" says tbe
sentinel. "There is a world burning, there
is a great conflagration out yonder, and
all heaven ha gone out to look at the con
flagration aud take the victims out of tbe
ruins. This is the day tor which all other
days are made. This is the judgment.
This morning all the chariots and the cav
alry and the mounted infantry rumbled'
and galloped down the sky. After I bad
listened to tbe sentinel I looked off over
tbe battlements, and I saw that the fields
of air were bright with a blazing world.
I said, "Yes, yes. this must be tbe judg
ment." and while I stood there I heard the
rumbling of wheels and the clatn-ring of
boofs and the roaring of many voices, and
then 1 saw the coronets unit tiliimu, unli
banners, and I saw that all heaven was j scattered throughout this quiet lit
coming back again-coming to the wall!,ta coontrT cnurch that Thanksgiving
coining to the gate, and tbe multitude that t n,ornm- An1 beauty of the words
went off in the morning was augmented oi ,ne Promiie contained In them touch-
bv a vast multitude caught un alive fmm
the earth, and a vast multitude of the res
urrected bodies of the Christian dead, leav
iug the cemeteries and the abbeys and the
mausoleums and the graveyards of the
earth empty. Procession moving in
through the gates. And then I found out
that what was fiery judgment day on
earth was Jubilee in heaven, and I cried:
"Doorkeepers of heaven, shut the gates;
ail heaven has come in! Doorkeepers,
sUit the twelve gates lest tbe sorrows and
the woes of earth, like bandits, should
some day come up aad try to plunder tbe
ctyj"
Copyright.
I SHORT SERMONS. j
God's Providence. The providence of
God lit the present war appears to be
that the barriers which have hindered
the progress of righteousness and Jus
tice Hliould be removed. Rev. J. O.
Butler, Lutheran, Washington, D. C,
Social Keiucdics. Tbe one thing need
ful In administering social remedies Is
to get the man who doesn't want to
work separated from the man who
doesn't want to be idle and despondent.
Bet. W. Gladden, Cougregatlomillst,
Columbus, O.
How to Improve.-Men get (iod's help
and religious life. Joy ami hope as they
give themselves heart Htid soul to God.
If you want a place beside St. Paul In
heaven give yourself as thoroughly as
he to God mid humanity. Itev. Mr.
Fisher, Methodist, gnu Bernardino, Cnl.
Incentives. Christ holds np tbe ex
cellences and virtues as Incentives.
Christ wouid Inspire and stluiuliiie the
plrlt of emulation. Following the
teaching of Christ, the better nature
of this world would become like Die
good Samnrttan. Itev. Dr. Bristol,
Methodist, Washington. D. C.
Knowledge. If you desire to know
yourself, your age, the ages past and
bow to act In the present and the fu
ture, read the great btoks of the
world' literature, grow dally Into an
ampler, clearer air, where you mny
breathe tbe thoughts that breathe again
tbe worda that burn. Bet. B. P. Oad
mau, CougregatlouaUat, New York 01 r.
again, and we turn to
our turkeys with a pret
ty Joyful and a pretty
hopeful heart. Bless
you, though, one holi
day treads so quickly
upon another's beels in
this country that tbe
last celebration is In
danger of tripping np
tbe former one. It is a
fast age, and your Un
cle Sam will no sooner get out bis memo
randum book to sum up his causes for
gratitude than December shoots out
Merry Christmas!" and the whole string
of celebrations seems to bresk loose. It
Is, Indeed, a fast age, my children, a fast
ige. Why, time was when it took three
whole days to make a feast; one to prepare
for it, one to get over it, and one to enjoy
it leisurely. We rested from Christmas
to Washington's birthday, and then had
aothing to do but get ready for the Fourth.
Then, Thanksgiving found us with long
ing for turkey, and tbe holly season sharp
ened oar appetite with its savory odor
of plnm pudding.
But, blees you, my children, those good
old days are past and gone, along with
last year's fashions. We rush and hurry
from one festival to another, and fill np
the spaces with flag days, and arbor days.
nd memorial days, and world's fairs, and
soldiers' monuments, until your Uncb
8am is on a dash from one end of tb
country to the other, trying to fulfill bis
tste snd national engagements. And,
whenever he hopes to snatch an hour's
rest, bless you! some invitation arrives,
and be has to scamper off to lay a corner
tone, or crown an arch, or fire a salute, or
respond to a toast, nntil bis very last suit
Is In imminent danger of losing its buttons
and fraying at tbe seams:
But to return to our turkey and the list
m the memorandum book. Thanksgiving
Is here, and the earth is rejoicing! Tbe
peace jubilee is over, things fixed for com
fort, and calmness and happiness, and the
football player ia now monarch of the day.
During hia temporary sovereignty, let
Cncle Sam recount the blessings of tbe
year that has run its course through ways
of peril and hardship, but, withal, of
blessings.
Your Uncle 8am is grateful that the
war is over, and Cuba can sit' down at
tbe November table with a Thanksgiving
aO her own. Ppain must not complain of
her "cooked goose!" Time is when your
Uoie Sam, getting riled, acts qnicker'n a
wluk. It took some vessels, some guns.
HEK HEART'S DESIRE.
E shall give thee thy
heart's desire."
The choir of the
little country church
did not sing tbe
beautiful words very
well.- The soprano's
voice was unmistak
ably "cracked" and
the tenor displayed
surprising disregard
of time and tune.
But then, tbere were
no musical critics in
the small congrega-
: l"e "cans or many,
Wait patiently upon tbe Lord and be
shall give thee thy heart's desire," repeat
ed the choir.
"It is not true!"
The words were not spoken, but they
were in the thought and heart of one old
woman sitting far bact near tbe door. Hhe
est alone, for she was alone in tbe world.
Those who bad once peopled tbe old pew
with ber father, mother, busliaod, broth
er and sisters, and the child of her love
nd care, all were gone. The quiet peace-
fnl buty of that Thanksgiving morning
sod the spiritual atmosphere of the churcb
bad quite failed to appeal to old Margaret
Hudson. Never bad she felt in a more
rebellion mood. It wonld bave dazed
nd pained the white-haired old elder in
the pulpit bad be known the thoughts that
were uppermost In tbe mind of the small,
dark, keen-eyed little old woman whose
head gave a little defiant toss when he
rose and said:
"Let ns bow oor heads in prayer."
Margaret Hudson did not bow her besd,
nd her heart did not respond to the sim
ple, fervent prayer of Elder Norris,
"What's tbe use?" she was saying an
grily to herself. "Haven't I been bowing
my head and my koees-in prayer for year
aad years in one prayer for one thlug, for
my heart's desire, and has It been granted
to me? No, It hasn't! I have 'waited
patiently oj tbe Lord' and lie baa not giv
en me tie desire of my heart I don't be
lieve that lie ever will give it to me. I've
Vast faith and hope. I can't help it My
'heart' desire' bs been denied me so long
and the promise bai not come true for me.
I eaa't believe that It I true."
There were educated, polished and bril
Baat t ministers in beautiful city churches
who preached with less simple and tender
beauty than that old elder preached that
morahg abont tbe joy of gratitude and
praise-giving for the blessings of God, but
Margaret Hudson was not touched by the
worda. Her faith bad lost It Olivet and
her iote It Galilee.
"When He gitea me my heart's desire,"
he said stubbornly. "When He sends my
boy, my Jim, back to me, I will belief
that Hi promise are true. I can't trust
Illin any mc.M until He doer.."
Rhe did not tarry at the close of the ser
tlce for ber usual greeting of old friend,
but stole eat alone and hurried toward her
leaely home, tbe bomine sod desolation
ef which were never ee brd te bear aa
BOW,
"If He'd hear my prayer and send Jim
to ae K wttU be ee," the aaid.
MM
ir r iiv
! some of his own aire boys, to teacb those
dons how to run, but It bad to be did! Tbe
scrimmage had to be short, for all bands
were due back at tbe borne table this
blessed Thanksgiving day, snd, tbe ball
set rollinr. it was bnstled along fast. We
are thankful that the world knows how
prompt we can act for right against op
pression, bow sure we are of our mettle,
and maybe before many more Thanksgiv
ing days if things don't go a littie more
civilired In the far East there's a Tur
key's bead we'll have to chop off before
we can sit down to our plum pudding
table quite easy and satisfied.
Your Uncle Sam ia especially grateful
for the pretty girla that remain in the
country. This international matrimonial
market business has been giving the lords
and dukes and earls a chance to rob ns
right and left. We mast put a stop to
this, boyi! The table don't look right
with so many pretty faces gone. We need
all the beauty and smiles and winsomcness
we can find, and If those titled foreigners
must have a live, bouncing American girl,
let them come over here and be Americaa
ized and naturalized, and ait down at tbe
table and learn our ways.
We have bad some glorions shows the
last year flower shows, county fairs, a
big Western exposition. We hsve hsd
conventions, and the chance to view in
public the men and women of the epoch,
with an extra gathering to press down
irood measure. We have had baseball and
tennis and golf, and yacht races sod row
ing. And in them all American muscle
and American brains have topped the bar
gain and capped the climax! Iet us give
thanks for all tbese amusements and
pleasures, thanks for our blessings, thanks
for our hopes.
And a special burrah for our farmers,
amid all this joy of beaitb and vigor!
Think of the bountiful reward for the la
bor of the husbandman! We bave been
preserved as a nation, and our glory shines
afar before all peopies. We bave wel
comed the oppressed, we have given a
shelter to tbe homeless. We have aided
suffering, and borne the Stars and Stripes
where they were needed the most.
Once more, children, all together! wav
ing an encouraging flag over to Hawaii
and Cuba and the Philippines, a cheer for
them, a cheer for America, yourselves and
Uncle 8am:
Ity country, 'tit of thee,
tineet land of liberty.
Of thee I slog.
I, and where my fathers died,
l.aDd of tb pilgrims' pride,
from every mountain aids
Let freedom rlngl
Jim! Her heart's desire! Where was
he at that moment?
"God only knows!" his mother isld be
tween her broken sobs a she went slowly
along over the country road, the bright
sunlight of a glorioua November day lend
ing a radiance to tbe brown leaves still re
maining on the trees. It had been twenty
years since she bad seen Jim. He was
then a handsome, headstrong boy of 18,
and tbe only child that bad come to ber.
She bad lavished upon him tbe warmest,
tendereat affections of her Ufe, and yet she
never knew just why Jim had run away
from borne in his ltttb year and she bad
never seen him nor beard from him since
that day.
She knew that he had gone "out West,"
and she waa too poor to follow him, bad
she known where be was.
There bad been vague and unfounded
rumors that he bad "got into trouble," but
proof of this was lacking, and her neigh
bors bad long ago ceased to speak of Jim
to Margaret Hudson. But not for one
day nor for one hour hsd she ceased to
think of bim ber heart's desire.
Twenty years of unanswered prayer bad
ended in this spirit of depression and re
bellion, and there wss no love nor grati
tude In Margaret Hudson's heart that
Thanksgiving morning.
Presently she came to tbe bar In a
fence by the roadside through which she
must pass on ber homeward way. She
leaned heavily on the bars, snd then drop
ped slowly to ber knees with ber head
resting on one gaunt arm stretched out
upon one of the bars. Her lip moved
lowly in praper;
"Oh, God," she ald "I have been to
inful, so wicked. Forgive me and let the
desire of heart be for perfect trust in Thee
no matter what Thy will may be concern
ing me. Make this my heart' desire."
There was a smile on ber brown snH
wrinkled old face when she rose to her '
feet and went on ber homeward way. All
trace of rebellion bad fled from her face,
nd her eyes shoue through a mist of
tears.
She pnshed open the gate before her tiny
brown bouse and when old Hero, the dog,
came bounding forward with noisy greet
ing she patted bim kindly and aald cheer
ily: "Good old dog! Glad to aee me, aren't
you, old fellow 7"
She looked op to see a tall, broad-ahonl-dered,
brown-bearded man coming rapidly
down the path toward her with outstretch
ed arm and twinkling brown eyta,
"Mother!" he said.
"Why, Jim!"
And they walked np tbe path with their
arm aronnd each other.
And later Margaret Hudson wtat softly
about ber tidy, sunny dining room Mttlsg
her tables for dinner and singing aoftly,
"Wait patiently upon the Lord and He
halt give thee thy heart' deslrea,"
A THANKSGIVING BANQUET.
ThetPtlKrlsas' IHnnsr Olvea te la,
dlan Chiefs.
"Tbe state dinner of the occasionthe
real Thanksgiving dinner (oolf place on
Rattirday, tb last day of the celebration,"
ey tbe Ladiee' Horn Journal. "Not
withstanding that tbe kltchena of thea
wilderness home were sadly wanting ta
many of tb moat common easeatiale ef
cookery, there w no laca ef good Uiaaa
Mr eg eeavttataf elehea at mim grmtmmt.
The earth, tbe ir and the water bee!
yielded of their bountiful suppllee, and the
good dames hsd done honor to their akill
and Ingenuity by setting before their haa
gry guests aud companion a repeat aa
sumptuous snd tempting aa it wa varied
snd delightful. Foremost of all there waa
roast turkey, dressed with beechnut; the
came rare venison pastie, savory meat
slews with dumplings of barley flour; de
licious oysters (the gift of the Indisn, and
the first ever tasted by tbe white men)
great bowls of clam chowder with ea
biscuit floating on the steaming broths
roasts of si! kinds, broiled fish, salsde,
cakes and plum porridge; while tbe cen
ter of each of the long table woe adorned
wirh a large basket overflowing with wild
grapes and plum and nut of every vae
riety.
"It waa the time of the Indian summer.
The soft, mellow sunlight bone warmly
through the drowsy bate, illumining tbe
somber woodland wltb a rich golden light,
while the gentle winds of the south, lade
with tbe sweet perfume of the forest,
cme aa a lingering dream of summer te
add to the Joy aud brightness of tbia
Thanksgiving feast. Upon tbe balmy air
arose the bum of many voice and the
merry music of laughter, as the pilgrim,
with their Indian gueta, prtook of tbe
feast thst tbe Provider of 11 thing had
given them."
CARVING THE TURKEY.
Adept Have Ned need tbe Art to aa
" Ks.ict Kcience.
Something more than a sharp knife and
tender turkey 1 necessary to be master
of the situation, when a turkey is placed
before you. The adept carver has the art
of separating the joint of the bird dowa
to such an exact science that in one min
ute they can cut the most gigantic turkey
itno pieces each a good size for a plate.
Piant the fork Into the turkey's breast,
and ut off tbe left wing. This is done
with a downward swing that catches the
joint. Tbe fork meanwhile, witb a prong
on each side of the breastbone, is held
stiff and firm In the left band.
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Now press the blade of the kuife down
ward, and remove the leg and second joint.
Aa these fall npon the d.uli they must be
lifted to a small platter to be out of the
carver's way. There should always be a
warm platter near the carver.
The third move of the carver is to slice
off the bresst, removing It in layers paral
lel to the breast bone. This makes a slice
of very good grain, better than if It were
cut crosswise.
'I he fourth stroke is upward from tb
pope's nose so a to cstch the "oyster
bone" on the side. This revesl tbe duff
ing, which can be sliced off.
Tbe wishbone is next removed. Tbl la
don by dipping the knife under tbe point
of the bone, after the breast I diced off,
and sweeping It downward toward th
neck. A very nice portion of tbe beat
eomee with IL Follow the dlrectlo-a
ad .carting fowl win not be dlfflcult
We lbaak Thee, Lord,
far etll thing which make as tste th
good;
for all temptation which w bat with
stood, Vet (Ids abhorred;
Ver hutsr pale that gate a aweet ear-
". 'fer death, aad Death's at sal
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