THE QUIET HOUR The Star Child. <) ( If.Id, who r.rt manhood's crown, The gateway of glory is far Toward which Thy star leads on, But always we see the star. Soul-weary, we yet can pray, Strive sternly to follow the light, Who know', at the end of the way, There are angels who sing in the night. O holy Jesus; the Dove Of good will, of peace, Thou art; The ideal beauty of love, The promise of spring to the heart! White Babe of fair maiden-mother, All souls were reborn at thy birth; God’s son, but our human Brother, Restoring lost Eden to earth. Hail, Lord of millennial years, Of homeland, faith’s home divines; Dim eyes, long aching with tears, 1 augh. love-stars, meeting thine. - i Conformity of Type. The great law of confirmityto type maintains throughout nature. Like begets like. The good man out of th* fullness of his good treasure sows good seed and an abundant harvest of good is garnered. It is the ene my that sowrs the seed of evil and a crop of iniquity is the inevitable result. Tares in the human character art not there by accident. Plan and law govern both good and bad qualit ies in character just as definitely as they control the Issues in the physi cal universe. Where wheat is sown the harvest is wheat. Where thist les are scattered there will be a plen'.ious display of this harrassing weed. The human heart is an acre. Like the fields about 11s, it is capable of growing good and bad. Like the soil in the fields it is susceptible of cultivation. There are varieties of soil just as there are different kinds of seed. The individual is responsi bh in a large measure for the condi tions of the soil in his heart garden. He is also very much to blame if lie carelessly sleeps away the hours of his opportunity and the enemy, al ways alert, plants his garden spot with noxious weeds. ‘‘As a man soweth, so shall he also reap.” Or better, ‘‘as a man neglects to sow, so shall he reap. The harvest of our life will be the mature fruit of our sowing. It will be true to type, “by their fruits, yeshall know them." Oh what will the harvest be? The Cigarette. “You smoke thirty cigarettes a day?” “Yes, on the average.” “You don't blame them for your run dow'n condition?” “Not in the least, I blame my hard work.” The physician shook his head. He smiled in a vexed way. Then he took a leech out of a glass jar. "Let me show you something,” lie said. “Bare your arm.” The cigarette fiend hared his pale arm, and the other laid the lean, black leech upon it. The leech fell to work busily. Its body began to swell. Then all of a sudden a kind of shudder convulsed it, and it feel to the floor, dead. "That is what your blood did to that leech,” said the physician. He took up the little corps between his finger and thumb. “Look at it,” he said. “Quite dead, you see. You poisoned it.” "I guess it wasn't a healtliv leech in ihe first place,” said the cigarette smoker sullenly. “Wasn’t healthy, eh?” Well, we'll try again.’ This time the physician clasped two leeches on the young man’s thin arm. If they both die,” said the patient, “I'll swear off—or, at least, I'll cut down my daily allowance from thirty cigarettes to ten.” Even as he spoke the smaller leech shivered and dropped to his knee, and a moment later the larger one dropped beside it. "This is ghastly,” said the young man. “I am worse than the pesti lence to the leeches.” "It is empyreumatic oil in your blood," said the medical man. “All cigarette fiends have it.” "Doc," said the young man regard ing the three dead leeches, thought fully, “I half believe you’re right.”— School Journal. Modern Sorcerers. Simon “the Sorcerer” was the idol of the Samaritan people. >1 is magical art seemed to fascinate them and they were ready to believe any thing of such a wonder-worker. Too clever to permit them to penetrate his tricks, he led them to believe they were wrrought by super natural power. This talented impos tor was almost worshipped by the Samaritans at the time the apostles visited that country. Then, as the record in Acts tells us, when the Sorcerer saw the apostles imparting spiritual power and healing, as Jesus had commanded, jealous of these new rivals, he instantly offered to pay them to teach him what he conceived j to be the secret formula by which j they touched the souls and hearts of | men. Peter’s reply must have aston-| islied him. lie spurned the offer, j “Thy money perish with thee,” he said, “because thou hast thought! that the gift of God may be purchas-1 ed! Thou hast neither part nor lot j in this matter, for thy heart is not j right in the sight of God.” Today the Sorcerer has his antitype in many American communities. We are living in a time that surpasses all others in the number and boldness of the spiritual impositions. On ev-| ery side, we see or hear vulgar offers to impart “the gift of God” for money A writer in the World’s Work has a very timely article on this topic, in which he unsparingly exposes these mercenaries, lie finds that all over the country the Holy Spirit is made a subject of trade and barter like worldly merchandise, and that the divine power of healing body and soul is trafficked in as one would sell meat and drink. Moreover these spiritual traders have 9 tariff of their own, by means of which they undertake to sell sal vation at fixed rates. There is sharp competition among them and they do not scruple to cry down each other's wares, after the manner of peddling tradesmen. Those who conduct these businesses, in advertisements that bear all the earmarks of the auc tioneer, describe their power in the cure of blindness, deafness, deform ities, etc. “just as the Master did.” This reference to the world’s Redeem or in a catchpenny advertisement is the last limit of impious mendacity. It is difficult to understand how any sane and well balanced person could be deceived by such transparent quackery; yet the business is ap parently profitable, Like Simon of Samaria, they prey upon the igno rant and the superstitious; but they fairly outclass “the Sorcerer” at his own game in their wildly extrava gant claims and their spiritual preten tions. They are probably within the law; for ours is a land where such outrageous absurdities may flourish. But only fer a while, for these are among the short lived ephemera of the present stage of intelligence and religious development, and will soon pass, leaving not even a trace. The worst feature of it is that good, sim ple, but. over-credulous people are fre quently found among the victims, and these have to pass through a bitter experience before their eyes are op ened and they come back to their right bearings.—Christian Herald. Friedhof And Gottesacker. The above are the terms frequent ly used by the Germans to designate the resting place of the bodies of the dead. The first comes nearest to mean a garden of peace, and the second, God's acre. From times im memorial the cemetery has been i counted hallowed ground. During our recent Memorial and Decoration ser vices our minds were directed anew to these sacred spots, not only of | the soldiers’ graves, but because of the interest the public have in them. Our larger cities and towns usually are strong enough financially toj have the cemetery well kept and reg ularly mowed, and have all around a becoming appearance. How different the smaller towns, and many of the country grave yards appear. They are allowed to grow up into a per fect wilderness of grass and weeds. Since these last named are nearly all under the care of the churches, it would seem that there could be an annual “clean-up day,” and these country and village cemeteries would be much improved in appearance. It I certainly reflects great credit on a community to see the resting place of their dead well kept; the church in which the living worship God, in the best of repairs. On the other hand to see the cem etery fences down and the inside a veritable wildreness; the church paintless and faded;the siding full of woodpecker holes; and all around the picture of neglect and careless ness. How wrong! We can but agi tate along this line. We are sure there is room for much improvement all over our country. How many a church in our country waits for the painters’ brush, and still more cemeteries for the day that the “clean-up party” does their work,” It is not necessary to know all about hell to get into Heaven. You can never grow the flowers of grace by sowing the seed of gossip. The saddest songs come from those I who are never happy unless they are holding down the solo parts. The joy of love dies at the touch of self. 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