f IMAGE rises eauv LESSONS iii rue JQY or come HOMI. ”Walnuts-haema- Noon on... male Iasrswsat Suggestion-satire W“ lame-Joye! Christians and An- ”Winona-vort- Mun. Nov. ll.--liev. Dr. Tal- one ‘ having concluded his round the . - . tour, hassclectedas thcsubject for . 's discourse through the press, “Home , "the text chosen being Luke xv, ”it.“ ‘Bflnx hither the felted calf and kill ,In all ages of the world it has been cus- _ mar! tooelsbrate joyful events by festiv- dW-the signing of treaties, the proclama- tion of peace, the Christmas, the marriage. » However much on other days of the year ' ear table may have stinted supply, on - Thuiksgiving day there must be some- thing bounteous, and all the comfortable homes of Christendom have at some time celebrated joyful events by banquet and eativity. The Joyful Faust. Something has happened in the old ' homestead greater than anything that has ever happened before. A favorite son, ' whom the world supposed would becomes Vagabond and outlaw forever, has got ired of sightseeing and has returned to his father's house. The world said he never would come back. The old man ai- Ways said his son would come. He had been looking for him day after day and year after year. He knew he would come back. Now, having returned to his fa- ther’s house, the father proclaims celebra- tion. There is a calf in the paddock that , has been kept up and fed to utmost capac ity, so as to be ready for some occasion of joy that might come along. Ah, there never will be a grander day on the old homestead than this day. Let the butchers do their work and the house- keepers bring in to the table the smoking meat. The musicians will take their places, and the gay groups will move up and down the floor. All the friends and neighbors are gathered in, and extra sup. ply is sent out to the table of the servants. The father presides at the table and says grace and thanks God that his long absent boy is home again. Oh, how they missed him! How glad they are to have him backi One brother indeed stands poutlng at the back door and says: “This is a great ado about nothing. This bad boy should have been chastcned instead of greeted. Veal is too good for him!” But the father says, “Nothing is too good; nothing is good enough." There sits the young man, glad at tho hearty reception, but a shadow of sorrow flitting across his brow at the remembrance of the trouble he had soon. All ready now. Let the covers lift. Music. He was dead. and he is alive again! He was lost, and he is found! By such hold imagery does the Bible set forth the merry- making when a soul comes home to God. The Redeemed Soul. First of all, there is the new convert's joy. It is no tame thing to become o Chris- tian. The most trcmcndous moment in a man's life is when he surrenders himself to God. The grandest time on the father‘s homestead is when the boy comes back. Among the great throng who in the par» lore of my church professed Christ one night was a young man. who ncxt morn- ing rang my doorbell and said: "Sinl cannot contain myself with the joy i feel. I came here this morning to express it. i have found more joy in five minutes in serving God than in all the years of my prodigality, and I came to say so." You have seen perhaps a man running for his physical liberty and the oillccrs of the law after him, and you saw him cs cape, or afterward you heard the judge had pardoned him, and how great was the glue of that rescued mun! llut it is a very tamc thing that compared with the running for onc's chrinsting llfc, the tcrrors of the law after him, and Christ coming in to pardon and bless and rescue and save. You remcmlwr .lobn Bunyan, in his great story, tells how the pilgrim put his fingers in his cars and run, crying, “Life, life, eternal life!" A poor car driver, after having bad to struggle to support his fain- iiy for years, suddenly was informed that a large inheritance was his, and there was joy amounting to bewilderment, but that is a small thing compared with the expert once of one when he has put in his hands the title deed to tbojoys, ibc ruptures, the splendors of heaven, and be can truly say, "Its mansions are mine; its tcniplcsaro mine; its songs are mine; itsGod is mine!" on, it is no tamc thing to become a Christian. It is n mcrrymnking. It is the killing of tho fattcd calf. It is jubilcc. You know the ilibic ncvcr compares it to a funeral, but always compares it to some thing bright. it is more apt to be com- pared to a banquet than anything else. It is compared in tho liible to thowntcr— bright, blushing water—to the morning, mseamdlrc worked, mountain transflgurcd morning. lwlsh i could today takonii the Bible expressions about pardon and peace and life and comfort and hope and heaven, and twist them into one garland, and put it. on the brow of tho hummus! child of God in all this land, and cry; “Wenrlt, wear it now, Wear it forever. son of God, daughter of the Lord God Al~ mighty! (iii, the. joy of the new convert! Oh, the glutinous of the (‘bristian service!" sit. Paul's Testimony. You harem-on sometimes a man in a ro ligious asmnnbly got. up and give his ex» perlcnco. Wcil, l’anl gave his experience He rose in the prom-non of two churches—— the church on earth and the church in heaven—and he said: “New, this is my experience: Sormwful. yet always rejoic- ing; poor, yet making mun rich; having nothing, yet possessing all things." If all the pimple who mud this somnon knew the joys of the Christian religion, they would all pass over lntothc kingdom of God the next moment. When Daniel Sandcinan was dying of cholera, his nt- tendant said, “Have you much pain?"' “0h,” he replied. “since i foundihe Lord I have never had any pain except sin." Then they said to him, “Would you like to send a message to your friends?" “Yes, I would. Toll ibcm that only last night the love of Jesus came rushing into my son! like the surges of the sea, and i had to cry out: “Stop. Lord. It is enough! Hiop, Lord ~onoughi’ " (iii. the joys of this Chris- tian religion! Just pass over from those tame joys in which you are indulging-«joys of this world—into ibc ruptures of the gospel. The world cmuiot satisfy you, you have found out—~Aloxnndcr longing for other worlds touonuucr, and yet drowned in his own bottle, Byron whipped by dimmer,- odes around the World. Voltaire cursing his own soul while all the streets of Paris mapplauding him, Henry ll consuming with hatredagsimt poor Thoreau Becket u-aii dismoun- of the fact thlt this WWW am has . The, d’uum Vile 80 ii . - iii its solemn» save queen!" Cosmonaut "Mam ‘ and the next moment the world anath- matiacs. 0h, comecver insurable greater joy, this sublime solace. this magnificent bestitudei The long at lkllek. The night after the battle of Shiloh than were thousands of wounded on the field, and the ambulances had not come. One Christian soldier, lying there haying un- der the starlight, began to sing: There is a land of pure delight. And when he came tcthe next line there were scores of voices uniting: Where saints immortal reign. The song was caught up all over the field among the wounded until, it was said, there were at least 10,000 wounded men uniting their voices a they came to the verse: There everlasting spring abides, And never withering overs. Death. like a narrow stream. divides That heavenly land from ours. Oh, it isa great religion to live by, and it is a great religion to die by. There is only one heatt throb between you and that re- ligion this moment. Just look into the face of your pardoning God and surrender your- self for time and for eternity, and he is yours, and heaven is yours, and all is yours. Some of you, like the young man of the text. have gone far astray. I know not the history, but you know it—you know it. When a young man went forth into life, the legend says, his guardian angel went forth with him, and getting him into a field the guardian angel swupt a circle clear around where the young man stood. It was a circle of virtue and honor, and he must not step beyond that circle. Armed foes came down, but were obliged to halt at the circle. They could not pass, but one day a temptress, with diamonded band. stretched forth and crossed that circle with the hand, and the tempted soul took it, and by that one fell grip was brought beyond the circle and died. Some of you have stepped beyond that circle. Would you not like this day, by the grace of God, to step back? This, I say to you, is your hour of sai- vaticn. There was in the closing hours of Queen Anne what is called the- clock scene. Flat down on the pillow, in help- less sickness, sbe could not move her head or move her hand. She was waiting for the hour when the ministers of state should gather in angry contest, and wor— ried and warn out by the coming hour, and in momentary absence of the nurse, in the power—strange power which de- lirium sometimes gives one—she arose and stood in front of the clock, and stood there watching the clock when the nurse re- turned. Thc nurse said, ”Do you see any- thing peculiar about that clcckl" She made no answer, but soon died. There is a clock scene in every history. If some of you would rise from thcbcd of lethargy and come out of your delirium of sin and look on the clock of your destiny this mo- ment, you would see and hear smoothing you have not soon or heard before, and ev- ery tick of the minute, andcvcry stroke of the hour, and every swing of the pendu- lum would say, ”Now, now, now, now!" Oh, come home to your Father's house! Come home, oh, prodigal, from thowildor- ness'. Como homo, conic liouioi Joy of the Father. But I notice that When the prodigal came there was the father's joy. He did not greet him with any formal “how do you do?” He did not come out and say: “You are unfit to enter. Go out and wash in the trough by the well, and then you can come in. We have had enough trou- ble with you." Ab, no! When the proprietor of that estate proclaimed festival, it was an out- burst of a father's love and a father's joy. God is your father. I have not much sym— pathy with that description of God I some- times hour, as though he were a Turkish sultan—hard and unsympathetic and lis- tening not to the cry of his subjects. A man told me he saw in one of the eastern lands a king riding along, and two men were in altercation, and one charged the other with having catcn his rice. And the king said. “Then slay the man, and by post mortcm examination find whethcr he has eaten the rice." And be was slain. Ah, the cruelty of a scene like that! Our God is not a sultan. not a despot, but a father—«kind, loving, forgiving—and he makes all heaven ring again when n prod- igal comes back. - “I have no pleasure," he says, “in the death of him that dieth.” If a man does not got to heaven, it is because he will not, go there. No difference the color, no difference the history, no difference the nnnx'cdenis, no difference the surroundings, no diilercncc the sin. When the white horses of Christ's victory are brought out to colchrntc the eternal tri- umph, you may rido one of them, and as God is greater than all his joy is greater, and when a soul comce back there is in his heart the surging of an infinite ocean of gindncss, and to express that gladncss it takes all the rivers of pleasure, and all the thrones of pomp, and all the ages of eter- nity. It is a joy deeper than all depth, aml higher than all height, and wider than all width, and vnstcr than all immensity. It over-tops, it undcrglrds, it outwrighs all the united splendor and joy of the universe. Who can tell what iiml's joy isl Music of the "criminal. You I‘i‘ilil'lliili‘l‘ reading the story of a king whoon some great day of festivity scattered silvcrnnd gold nmongthoixmplc, whom-at valuable presents to his courtlers, but me- tlilnks when a soul comes back Hod is so glad that to express his joy be illnga out new worlds into mince, klndlcs up now sons and rolls among the white robcd anthems of the redefined a greater hallo- luinb, while with uvolcc that rcvorbcratcs among the mountains of fmnkincansc and is echoed back from the everlasting gates he cries, “'l'bis, my son, was dead and is alive again!" At the openlngof the exposition in New Orleans 1 saw a Mexican flutist, and he played the solo, and then afterward the eight or ten bands of music, accompanied by the great organ, came in. But the sound of that one flute as compared with all the orchestra was greater than all the combined joy of the universe when com- pared with the resounding heart of Al~ mighty (loll. For ten years a father wont three times a day to the depot. ills son want on in aggravating circumstances, but the fa- ther said, “lie will come back." The strain was too much, and his mind part- ed, and three times a day the father wont. In the early morning he watched the train -—-its arrival, the stepping out of the W rangers and than the departure of the train. At noon he was there again watch- ing the advance of the train. watching the departure. At night there again, watching the coming, watching the going, for ten years. He was sure his son would conic hack. God has been watching and waiting for some of you, my brothers, 10 microns,” years, 401mm mane, wailing, waiting. watch- its. he. and if! W if this Wing‘ths mono setter coming holes! You w. .va w; “m will ' some you. willycuacu You will! on will! use-mm». ‘ I notice alsothat when a prodigal comes homethereisthe joyof teeminiaters of religion. 0b. is is a grand thingto preach this gospel! I know there has been a great deal said about the trials and the hardships of the Christian ministry. lwiah some- body would write a good, rousing book about the joys of the Christian ministry. Since I entered the profession I have seen more of the goodness of God than I will be able toceiebrate in all eternity. I know some boast about their equilibrium, and they do not rise into enthusiasm, and they do not break down with emotion. ' But I confess to you plainly that when I see a man coming to God and giving up his sin I feel in body, mind and soul a transport. When I see a man who is bound hand and foot in em habit emancipated, I re- joice over it as though it were my own emancipation. When in our communion service such throngs of young and old stood up at the altars. and in the presence of heaven and earth and hell attested their allegiance to Jesus Christ, I felt a joy something akin to that which the apostle describes when he says: “Whether in the body I cannot tell, or out of the body I cannot tell. God knowcth." Have not ministers a right to rejoice when a prodigal comes home? They blew the trumpet, and ought they not tobcgiad cf the gathering of the host? They pointed to the full supply. and ought they not to rejoice when souls pant as the hurt for the water brooks? They came forth. say- ing, "All things are now ready.” Ought they not to rejoice when the prodigal sits down at the banquet? Value of a Calm Mind. Life insurance men will all tell you that ministers of religion, as a class, live lon- ger than any other. It is confirmed by the statistics of all those who calculate upon hunmn longevity. Why is it? There is more draft upon the nervous system than in any other profession, and their toll is most exhausting. I have seen minister's kept on miserable stipends by parsimoni- ous congregations, who wondered at the dullness of the sermons, when the men of God were perplexed almost to death by questions of livelihood and had not enough nutritious food to keep any fire in their temperament. No fuel, no fire. I have sometimes seen the inside of the life of many of the American clergyman—never accepting their hospitality, because they cannot aflord it—but I have seen them struggle on with salaries of $500 and $600 ayear, the average loss than that, their struggle well depicted by the Western mls» sionary who says in a letter: “Thank you for your last remittance. Until it come we had not any meat incur house for one year, and all last winter, although it was a severe winter, our children wore their summer clothes. ” And those men of God I flndln different parts of the land struggling against an noyanccs and cxaspcrations innumerable, some of them week after week entertain- ing agents who have maps to soil and sub milling themselves to all styles of annoy- ance, and yct without complaint and cheerful of soul. How do you account for the fact that those life Insurance men tell us that ministers as a class live longer than anyoilu'rsl It is because ofthc joy of their work, the joy of the harvest field, the joy of greeting prodlgnls home to their Father's house. ' Rejoice In All Innocence. We are in sympathy with all innocent hilaritlcs. We can enjoy a hearty song, and we can be morry with tho merricst. but those of us who have toiled in the service are ready to testify that all these joys arc tame compared with tho satisfac tion of seeing men enter the kingdom of God. The great. eras of every minister are the outpourings of the Holy Ghost, and I thank ilod I have seen ‘30 of them. Thank God, thank God! I noticcnlso when the prodigal comes back all earliest Christians rejoice. If you stood on a promontory, and there was a hurricano at sea, and it was blowing to ward the shore, and a vessel crashed into the rocks, and you saw people get ashore in tho lifclmnts. and the very last man got on the, rocks in safety. you could not control your joy. And it is n glad time when the church of God secs men who are tosscd on the ocean of their sins plant their feet in the rock Christ J is. No Long I‘rayers Nee 'ed. When prodigals come home, just hear those Christians sing! it is not a dull tone you hear at such times. Just hear those (‘bristiuns pray! It is not a sicroo typed supplicntlon we have board over and over again for 20 years, but nputtlng of the case in the bands of God with an im- portunnto pleading. Iiicn ncvcr pray at grout length unless they have nothing to say, and their hearts are bani and cold. All the prayers in the liiblo that wcro an» swercd were short prayers: “God, be morv ciful to mo, a sinncrg” “Lord, that I may receive my sight;" “Lord, save me, or i perish." The longest prnycr, Solomon’s prayer at the dedication of the temple, less than eight minutes in length, accord ing to the ordinary rate of cunncintion. And just hear them pray now that the prodlgnls are coming home! Just see them shake hands! No pulling forth of the four tips of theilngcrs inn formal way, but a hearty grasp, where tho muscles of the heart seem to clinch the fingers of one hand around the other hand. And ihcu soc tbmio (,ihristinu fnccii, bow iiiumincil they are! And see that old man got up and with the some voice that he song on years ago in tho old country mwtlng house say, “Now, Lord, lettcst thou thy servant depart in peace. for mine eyes have seen thy salvation.” There was a man of Keith who was buried into prison in time of persecution, and one day be got off his shackles, and be came Mid stood by the prison door, and when the jailer was opening the door with one stroke he struck down the man who had incarcerated him. Passing along the streets of London, he wondered where his family was. He did not dare to ask lest he excite suspicion; but, passing along a little way from the prison, he saw a Keith tankard, a cup that belonged to the family from generation to generation-he saw it in a window. ills family, hoping that some day he would get clear. some and lived as near as they could to the prison boom, and they act that Keith tankard in the window, hoping he would see it. And be earns along nml saw it and knocked at the door and went in, and the long absent family ware all to« gather again. 0h. if you would start for the kingdom of (ind today, I think some of you Would find nearly all your friends and nearly all your families amund the holy tankard cf the holy communion-fa: thorn, mothers, brothers, sisters around that sacred tankard which commemoraum the love of Jesus Christ, our Lord. Oh, it will be a great cmnmunlon daymhen your whole family sits around the sacred tank- One on earth, one in heaven. he WI, MM Ones ram 1 mark that hes the is“ W Will “it - «skirmish lamentable! ill of! M‘ Hausa , you have never even a triangu- you havens idea how my live are cannon-d together and how my lands. Nearly all the new the earth seam reticulated. and news flies from eityto city and from continent to continent. but more rapidly go the tidings tram earth to heaven, and when a prodigal returns it is announced before the throne of God, and if these souls ted should an- ter the kingdom there would some one in the heavenl kingdom to say, “That's my father, " “ hat's my mother,”""l‘hat's my son," “That's my daughter," “That's my friend," “That’s the one I used to pray for," “That's the one for whom I went so many tears.” and one son! would say "Hosanna!" and another soul would my “Helleiulahl” Pleased with the news. the saints below In songs their wanes maploy. Beyond the skies the tidings go. And heaven is filled with joy. Nor angels can their joy contain, But kindle with new fire. The sinner lost is found, they sing. And strike the sounding lyre. At thc banquet of Lucullus sat Cicero, the crater. At the Macedoan festival sat Philip, the conqueror. At the Grecian banquet sat Socrates, the philosopher, but at our Father's table sit all the returned prodigals, more than conquerors. The table is so Wide its leaves reach across seas and acrcm lands. Its guest are the re- deemcd of earth and the glorified of beav- en. The ring of God’s forgiveness on ev- ery hand, the robe of a Saviour’s righteous- ness ndroop from every shoulder. The wine that glows in the cups is from the bowls of 10,000 sacraments. Let all the redeemed of earth and all the glorified of heaven rise, and with gleaming chalice drink to the return of a thousand prodl. gals. Sing, sin , sing! “Worthy is the lamb that was lain to rweive blessing and riches and honor and glory and pow- er, world without end!" Romans and Abu-Simbel. It is such a surprising and comfortable fan that the authorities, for a wonder, pr tically agree at to Rameses' date. they only varying some 50 years, which, in matters Egyptian, is a more nothing. A man who reigns 07 years, lives to be just 100 and begets 170 children is likely to leave a pretty big footprint in the sands of time. if is characteristic way of proclaim- ing his achievements, as it were, with a foghcrn, all up and down Egypt, makes him very precious to the historian. It is your modest Clnclnnatns kind of hero who does a,great thing, and then, diving back into obscurity, wants so much re- searching that he becomes a trial even to a German savant. Directly Ramcscs had achieved a con- quest he could not rest till he had carved the record of it on every wall space from Memphis up to Ahuélmbel. Moreover, he kept a poet laureate. one I’cntaur, who wrote a glorious poem in praise of Ram- escs, and this is cut in the wallsof Luxcr, on the itamasseum at Thebes, at Abydos, and of course at Abu-Slmbcl. if. was about the year 1330 ll. 0. that Ranicscs began his temple at AbuASlmbcl. It was a su- pe - idca, worthy of his great mind. lie 6 ipiy took a vast hillside and hcwcd his temple out of the heart of it. Nothing less than a facade 1:30 foot long ami 105 foot high would satisfy the imperial nrchl~ test, and there he set the four lnunortai warders, his own royal likeness four times repented. What must they have been in their un- speakable dignity on the great 'day when all Egypt journeyed to the consecration of the temple! Ewn now, after 3,000 years, wrecked and ruined as they are, eternal peace sits upon their lips, and, defying the centuries, they still keep watch across the desert sand, gazing with untroublcd eyes into the very heart of the dawn.— Cornbiil Magazine. Tom, Dick and Harry. This is the expression by which we com- monly designate people in general of no very elevated description. In one well known illustrated book, Brown, Jones and Robinson is more or less thus used. Sim- ilar expressions in other languages may perhaps be interesting. In Fronchl seem to have seen Jean, Pierre ct Paul, but a French lady tells me she has never seen or heard it, though Pierre, I’aui ct Jacques is not imconr men, and Pierre ct l’aul alone is still more frequently heard. In German I have commonly met with film and (or odorYKunz. but liclnz and Kunz, lions und Kuns. lions odor Kunz (which Fingcl translates Smith or .loncs). Ilans odor lions, ilcinz odor Benz (and perhaps und may be substituted for odcr in those last two) and Rum. and Peter are also used. Bots and lien: is also met with, especially in Switzerland. The Germans also use flock and Mack. and flack und Pack of “a motley crowd, tug, rag and boblall" (Flugol), but these do not seem to be Christian names, and. curiously enough. they also use two liib» llcnl Hebrew words, “Kret(b)l und l’lcthi" (also written “Kreull und l’lcdi"). in ltaiinn I find in “Marietta (by I. L. Vigo, 5. Pier d’Arona, 1884, p. 975), a re- ligious novel, valuable as explainingnll the important doctrines of the ilomnn Catholic church in a readable form. “V! sono tunti Antoni! o Francoscbl o Bartol- omel," but a Tuscan lady tells me that this is not known in her part of tho coiur try, though they do use there Cccco, licco cd Antonio—Notes and Queries. Suitable Names. A funny thing happened to me once. A friend had promised to bring a dog to sec me. They came when I was ill. I heard the family saying: "Don't let him jump on the bed and frighten her! Don't let him go in too suddenly!" and of course 1 fully csmctcd to see alargc hound. When my friend entered, I could see nothing but a string, and there was lifted up on to the bed a black something about a quarter of a yard long an an eighth of a yard wide! And his name was Lee! I laughed so much over this that the doctor thought i was getting well. How ridiculously peo- ple do name dogs! Iicre was this bit of c beastlc called Leo, and I saw a dirty, miser- able poodle the other day who was named Sweetie, while a great big hound was called Bijou. Still, when people are so silly about their children's names, it is not surprising that they should be equally queer about their pets. Who hasn’t heard the story of the baby whose mother was very rmnan- tie, and who rejoiced in the surname of Bose? When a daughter appeared, this sentimentalist thought it would be very sweet to name her Wild, and so she was known as Wild Rose until her eighteenth birthday, when she married a man named Bull. Situationi-«lfischangc. homestead! jealousy. “it is queer you should prestige disas- ter,” marked .1. Omar. “The other sugar told no that I had a sure thing." "deli him an sugar! mini Why“: in” «sea respectablagiaiiet."win - i and get the bargains. VEGETABLES. Good Marrawf'st Peas, 90 can; $1 05 doz. lbs Granulated tin or Any Brando Flour. 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