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mm THE I* T VOL. 2. FRMEONT, N. C., FRIDAY; OCTOBER, 28, 1898. -—i NO. 20. Too Tired to Trust. “I’m too tired to trust, and too tired to pray,” 4 Said one, as the overtaxed strength gave way. “The one conscious thought by my mind possessed, Is, Oh, could I just drop it all, and rest. Will God forgive me, do you suppose, If I go right to sleep, as a baby goes?— .Without ever asking if 1 may; Without ever trying to trust and pray?” Will God forgive you? Why, think, dear heart, When language to you was an unknown art, Did your mother deny your needed rest, Or refuse to pillow you on her breast? Did she let you want, when you could not ask? U1U Silt; act UCI UiiJLlU O.L1 uuc^uoa ttton., Or, did she cradle you in her arms, And then guard your slumber against alarms? , Ah, how quick was her mother love to see The unconscious yearnings of infancy! When you’ve grown too tired to trust and pray, When overwrought nature has quite given way, Then just drop it all, and give up to rest. As you used to do on a mother’s breast; He knows all about it,—the dear Lord knows; So just go to sleep as a baby goes Without even asking if you may. ■ God knows when his child is too tired to pray; He judges not solely by uttered pray er, He knows when the yearnings of love are there, He knows when you Qo pray, he knows when you trust And he knows tgo. the limits of poor weak dust! Oh, the wonderful sympathy of Christ ‘For his chosen ones in the midnight tryst, When'he bade them “sleep on, and ' take your rest,” While on him the guilt of the whole w-orld pressed! You’ve given your life to him to keep: Then don't be afraid to go to sleep! —Henry B. Brown. 'CAN’T YOU HELP US SOME? BY CHARLES AKERS IN N. C.. r ADV-OCATE. Dear Dr. Ivey:—In these •parts ns Methodist folks think you are a mighty knowing man, and a methodist fifty miles in circumference. We are all proud of you because you stand up against that crowd that is trying to run over o.ur church. That's, what editors are made for. -An editor can’t run with two crowds. Only politikcrs can do that. Now some of ns hi this settle ment are badly mixed and we want some light so we can un mix ourselves. Mr. Duke has given lots of money to Trinity College, and we thought this was just the thing for him to do, and felt good over it, but now some folks say it is >a bad thing, because it is sigarette money this is what we got mix ed up on. The church has been trying a long time to endow Trinity, and lots of fuss has been made about it by agents sent around for the purpose of getting money for the endow ment. One of you editors work ed at it once. All of these a gents got some- money, but it didn’t seem to reach far. But they didn't say when they were before the people, “We only want certain kind of monejT for endowment of Trinity. Any to bacco farmer present who raises chewing, smoking and snuff to bacco can fling in the hat, but any fellow that raises or is in any way connected with sigar ette tobacco must not fling in.” They simply took it and didn’t ask any questions. Fact is I never heard any preacher or el der ask at the quarterly meeting whether there was any sigarette tobacco money in the little pile the stewards had got up. But it seems now that sigarette to bacco is to be ruled out of an orthydox collection, and that /farmers who raise it, and other folks who sell, manufacture, or in any other way handle it are heretics, and must not be allow ed to fling in when the hat goes round. Benevolence, Methodist benevolence, is getting pertic ularrthese days, and don’t use any kind of tobacco donations, except chewing, smoking, snuff dipping sorts, and no other must be brought to the meeting house, because the elder, preach er, editor and his bishops won’t have any other kinds. Any body that raises, cures, hauls, sells, manufactures, works in the factory, ships, buys, retails, or owns stock in any other sort than these orthydox .qualities are reprobates, and must not fling in the hat for bishops, el ders, parsons, Sunday-schools, missions, worn-out preachers, church buildings, the poor, or any other object not named herein. No preacher must al low any of the reprobates to pay for the Review, Nashville Advocate, or any other church paper with sfgarette me hey. They can buy the “New York World” and “Police Gazette”; for their spiritual comfort with their money, but only chewing, smoking and dipping tobacco money can get church reading. But before this new law and higher moral distinction was made these fellows gave lots of money for all sorts of church doings. Sigarette money has been put into church buildings, song books, communion services," Bibles, bishops, elders, pastors, and mixed in everywhere else. Now it must ail be taken out, so nothing but the orthydox—chew ing, smoiuug and dipping—sort will remain. This a hard sum in rule of three. Lets get the crowd together and make every fellow shell out. Put the bishops and elders to the front; call in behind them the worn-out preachers, widows and orphans; put in the preachers four abreast; behind thrill muster ail the oth ers, Sunday-school treasures, missionaries, woman’s society secretaries, mite-box crowd and all the rest. Appoint the editors o'f the Advocate managers of the procession, but let them first un load all they have got for sub scriptions, advertising ware houses, merchants, and others that handle cigarette tobacco, and make them promise never to I say a good word about any stew ard orlayman who is connected I v with this anti-Methodist tobacco, nor to* advertise any factory that sends sigarette papers along with bags of tobacco for home rolling, and never take a subscription from any other than the chew ing, smoking and clipping money crowd. Now let them; make all the others shell out. What a pile of old planks, books, hams, etc., when all the lumber bought with sigarette tobacco money is taken out of meetiug houses re turned as well as books and hams given the parsons by thes( sigarette tobacco fellows at th< poundings. Wash day has come and every fellow must go to the tub. Dr. Yates and Eldei Bishop got lots when they% serv ed that church in Durham, and it will be hard to raise it at the third quarter, but th£y have a large bill to meet* and must have some money. The present and past teachers’of Trinity got lots of it also, and when they shell out the pi^e will grow. Fact is, Mr. Ivey, the church ought to return that money tc the United States,\ because it might have been raised out oi revenue on sigarettes, and un til the Senate will give us only chewing, smoking and dipping tobacco'revenue, let them know that wTe will take none. Be ese fellows j%ing any i§- heresay be turner a^ta’t seer cause we Methodists am t going to have any unclean money flung in the hat. That is fixed. Nov,71 got mixed lap on whal was to be done with that make money thing to do with tobacco. Will th< out. of the church? J anything on that they be told, “Yot ship in the churcl pews, say public mourners, sing in your children bapt holy communion, be Sunday-schoo| ents, carry arounc love feast, tell y( lead class, have but you must not fling in the ha1 when it goes round, nor take any of the church papers. Yor ain’t fit to fling in, you are only fit to do the other things. Some clay you may get fit, and ther you can fling in. If these mer want to fling in, they must’ joir another church. Other church& are not up to the Metbodisi church, and.1 will take sigarette tobacco money, but the Methodisi won’t have any sort but the chewing, smoking and clipping sort. Them Presbyterians built £ preacher-making college out o sigarette money. Think of it. We will not educate our preach ers with any than the orthydos chewing, smoking aud dipping qualities. • Our young fellow* ain’t predestinated and we ain" so sure they will finally perse vere. Can-you help us out of thi: mix try? Do I understand tin situation? Because we folks wan to know what kind of tobacco t< plant next year, so wo can Aim in the hat and go to the pound ing of the preacher. Would i be wrong or fornienst our churcl to plant a little patch- of chew ing, smoking and dipping kind so we could have a little to Aim in when the hat goes round Could we cure this in the ban after we cured the anti-Methodis lot? Would it be good to fling ii if we did? Can t you help u; some? $ The Teaching of The Bcautlfu Mirth. It was Monday morning Helen Cliannrng started fron her boarding-place for bor lirs day in the school-room as teach er of “District No. 7." The road lay along the edge o the timber from her new hour almost to the school-housS yard The September sun had begui S to slant its beams, so that in th ! early morning they came almos at her back as she trudged north ward, and the young girl felt as though all the brightness of life i was behind her and the future held only a cold, north outlook. This young girl had not learn ed that it is sweeter to win vic tory than to ride in a triumphal chariot. It looked to her, that morning, as though life was only one great defeat. Only seven teen, and all her aims, her hopes, and amibitions laid aside that she might follow Duty! Her father had died only a few months before. There was the precious mother to comfort, and there were the two younger sis; ters and a young brother to help educate. The little farm, a few hundred dollars, ten willing hands, and five trembling hearts between them and poverty. wniy seventeen years cm, ana starting out into the world all alone! Her life had been shelter ed and sbelided by the father’s tender care, and now he was goney and on her heart rested a load almost unbearable. She had not slept well the night be fore, and body and brain as well as soul were weary. But this young girl was not in the habit of looking on the dark side of life, and she had not walked far in the bracing Kansas air before she felt the influence of Nature’s .tonic. Presently a red-bird whistled and cried out, “Dear! dear! dear!” The young girl looked up and * limited at the gay intruder. ■» Its mate called out from a dis tance with its live clear notes of response, and quickly came the reply, “Dear! dear! Cheer! cheer! cheer!” g A thrill of hope and courage ran through.. Helen’s veins, as though, the bird had spoken to her. “I will take it as God’s mes sage,” she said softly in her heart “God is meeting me on the way,” and she reverently lifted her face toward the heavens above and looked off beyond the fleecy clouds, skill streaked with crimson and purple add gold, to the clear, blue sky, almost human with its gentle, brooding tenderness, and almost divine in its immensity. It was beautiful to receive the message here alone with God. She had patiently waited, going 1 steadily toward doing the next; thing; and the Father, choosing liis own way and time, had given j the relief—lifted the burden in the very best wav and at the I : right moment. ; l t I I ! t r 3 1 l It did not matter now that No. ^ 7 was a hard school. Her board ing-place,- so unlike her own comfortable home, would no longer be a lonely spot, for the promise-was to her, “La! I am with you alway.” Why had she forgotten this facty There is nothing in all the world so sure as God’s promises. They never fail, and yet she had forgotten to lean upon them. The girl lifted her head, threw back her shoulders. Her step grew firmer, and it was not her red gown, but the rosy hue of hope and strength that brought the flush of joy to her face, making our maiden no longer a pale martyr in her gown of tire, but a self-reliant woman. Life, which had seemed one long miserere, had burst into jubilate notes. She was up-borne by a strength not her own, anti yet it was her own. The world looked brighter. She heard new notes in the bird songs all about her. She saw God revealing himself in the sky above. She saw his love and and power in the great trees at her side and in the vines that ran riot over the cotton-woods, elms, and walnuts, flinging out their waving tendrils high up in the air. The clusters of Indian currants by the fence-rows look ed as though dipped in a red sea of love, as they nodded and swayed on their slSender branches as she passed by. The morning glories, with their twining vines, heart-shaped leaves, and purple bells, laughed as if glad to be God’s messengers of beauty to every passer-by. And now she drew near tho opening. On the hillside be yond,. in a plot of ground all its own, as everywhere all over Kansas, stood the handsome school-house with its shade trees, and its bit of flower-garden started by willing hands in early spring. Here was the strangely marked euphorbia standing erect, two or three feet in height, with its illiptical light-green leaves, all the upper ones gathered into a perfect rosette, and each bord ered with a rim of pure white. How beautiful! The wormwood, with its deep-lobed leaves, downy-white beneath, crowded down into her path as she» left the road to go up to her school room. She stooped, broke a branch, and tasted the tip of the tender stems, smiling to her self as she thought, “Bitter to the taste, but a tonic.” She put the key into the lock, opened the door, thendurned for one more message from the beautiful world without, "f It was no longer a tired heart, a weary body, a discouraged soul. Often, on heir knees, with a sob, she had cried out in vain, “Oh, my Father!” but now she heard his reply, “Here, my child!” and the perfect rest which came with the message in the silence and sweetness of the morning was precious beyond expression. For the first time in her life she realized that , she not only could but did “cuddle the everlasting arms Oh, how sweet this doon” in and rest, was! ' . ' Nothing had changed since she had looked on the same scene the week before. There were the far-away bluffs across the Blue Riyer, lifting their brown, bare peaks toward the sky. liko the hill Difficulty, with always the wondrous outlook from the top. On this side of the Big Blue were the majestic trees throwing out their great arms with a sense of freedom and roominess; there were the vines, the blossoms, the color and fra grance; all were the same, only she had learned to see God in it all. i*ui neien iookcm oeyona ait j this as, she quoted from her morning lesson, “ ‘In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river—’ . , She thought over the verse as St. John must have thought of it as he stood on the Isle of Pat inos. "Bothsides of the heavenly life have the all-nourishing i blessedness, the seen and the * • unseen. The loving Father is on that side and— he i* an thieP— Mrs. Charlotte F. Wilder, iq, American Messenger..
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