Christian Nation Vol. 18 1893 - Rparchives.org

Feb. 22,1893.A FAMILT PAPER./ y » ( 5 WI LOVE IT, I LOVE IT.AND WHO WILL DARETO CHIDE IWiE FORLOVINGTHE OLD ARM QHAIRPROFESSOR :^BLACKIE'S SONG OF JENNYGEDDES.'Twas on the twenty-third July,In sixteen thirty-seven.On Sabbath morn from high St. GilesThe solemn peal was given;King Oharles had sworn that Scottish menShouldjpray from printed rule;He sent a book, but never dreamtOf danger from a stool.The bishop and the dean appearedWl' mickle gravity,Eight'smooth and sleek, but lordly prideWas lurking in^their e'e;Their full lawn sleeves were blown and big,Like seals in briny pool;They bore a book, but little thought. They soon should feel a stool.The dean up to the altar went.And, with a solemn look.He cast his eyes to Heaven, then readThe curious printed book;In Jenny's heart the blood upwelledWith bitter anguish full.She started quickly to her feet,And stoutly grasped the stool!As when a mountain oat doth springUpon a rabbit small.So Jenny on the dean did pounceWith gush of holy gall;Wilt thou say the Mass at my lug"?Thou Popish-puliug fool!No, no! she cried, and at bis headShe flungthe four-legged stool.And thus a mighty deed was doneBy Jenny's valiant hand,Black Prelacy and PoperyShe drove from Scottish laud;King Charles was a shuffling knave.Priest Laud a pedant fool.But Jenny was a womau wise.Who beat them with a stool!MR. HOPKINS' OAT-BIN.BY SUSAN TEALL PEEET."Tou will have to sleep on the haymow inthe north barn, Joe," said Mr. Hopkins. "Weare going to have so much company this weekthat we shall need your room."Joe was the chore-boy on Mr. Hopkins' farm,and he was well pleased to think he could sleepon the haymow.,: "It would be lots of fun," he said.The firstnight Joe slept in his new quartershe was very tired, and went to sleep quite soon.He did not know how long he had slept, orwhat time it was, when he heard a noiee. Heraised himself up, and could hear steps on thebarn floor, and soon he heard the creaking ofthe hinges of the cover of the oat-bin. Mr.Hopkins had told him that day to oil thoaehinges the firstspare moment he had. Joe'sheart b'eat very fast, for he was sure that somebodywas stealing the oats, but he was afraidto make any noise, for he thought it might beold Kelly, a terror to the boys in the neighborhood,having just come out of the penitentiaryfor some great offence. In the morning Joewent right to tbe oat-bin, and saw that no oatshad been taken, and the measures were lyingas usual on top of the oats."I must have been dreaming," thought Joe.The next night the same noise was repeat'^d,and Joe knew he was not asleep that time, andin the morning the oats looked just as they didthe night before when Joe got tbrough feedingthe horses. The tbird night it was the same,and then Joe got so frightened that he thoughthe couid never sleep on tbat haymow again.But he was ashamed to let Mr. Hopkins knowhe was such a coward.The fourth nignt Joe tnrew nimseif down onsome straw on the floorof the bay in the barn,right near the door, so he could run ont in casehe found himself in danger.The moon came up about ten o'clock andshone in through the cracks in the barn.Soon Joe saw a man come into the barn andstep softly toward the oat-bin. When ho lookedin that direction what was his surprise to seethat it was Oy Jones, the hired man. His backwas turned and Joe could only see that he tooksomething out of the oat-bin and put somethingback.The next morning Joe put his hand down inthe oats and drew out a black bottle; on theoutside he read: "Eye Whiskey—Best Brand."The bottle was half tull. Many a time he hadheard Mr. Hopkins say he wondered where Cykept his whiskep, for he was sure that he musthave it on the place.That was Cy Jones' worst failing. He wasa first-class workman, and very kind-heartedand generous, except when he had been drinking,and then he was so cross that Joe was gLdto keep out of his way.That day Mr. Hopkins took the company offfor a long drive, and Joe was left alone with CyJones to get in the last of the hay. Cy wasvery cross, and after he had tumbled the hay,and raked it up again into cocks, Joe said:"We won't get the hay in to-day, the way youare going at it."Cy was angry, and said he would take nosauce from a boy, and threw down his rake andwent into the barn. The bay was ready to goin, and when Joe went into the barn to see ifCy was hitching up the tei m, he found him onthe haymow, dead drunk. Joe put his handdown into the oat-bin and fouud the bottle, butit was empty. How Joe was going to do theloading and pitching alone, he did not know;but the horses were so gentle that he thoughthe would try it. If it rained that night thehay would be spoiled. He did manage to getthe two large loads in all alone, jast as Mr.Hopkins drove into (he yard.Of course Mr. Hopkins soon found out thestate of things, and when he went to feed thehorses that night, beoause Joe had so manythings to do, he found the empty bottle in theoat-bin. Cy was discharged at once."Don't ever touch a drop of liquor, Joe," hesaid, as he held out his hand to the boy andsaid good-bye. "Some people will tell you thatwhiskey will make a man of you, but I tell youit will make a fool of you. I've lost the bestjob I ever had, and it won't be easy for me tofind another now it's coming fall.""Cy," said Joe, "why don't you ask Mr. Hopkinsto keep you, and promise him you won'tdrink any more—and then, Cy, your goodmother, too, you know, she feels so sorry aboutit, and everybody likes yon, and you know youwork first-rate, and couid be somebody in theworld if you would only let liquor alone."Joe was getting quite enthusiastic over Cy'sreformation."S'pose you ask Mr. Hopkins for me, Joe?"Joe ran to the house as fast as he could;made a strong plea in Cy's favor; and Mr. Hopkinssaid be would try him once more. Joe, ifhe was a boy, had a good influence over theman, and Cy, with Joe's help, got over theliquor habit.Tbere are no more black bottles in the oatbin,nowadays, I can tell you.HELPFUL CORNER.[Address all communications for this departmentto Rev. Wm. lAiilejohn, editor, Mediapolis, lowa.lI. Study of Wobds.Talleyrand, the wily diplomatist, said thatlanguage was given to man to conceal histhought. Some hold this opinion still. Whata pity it is that so many are either ignorant ofor indifferent to the use of " apt words!" Itisimpossible to grasp every thought, which, likea startled bird, so swift and many-colored, passthrough the mind. How many 'bright imagesglitter fancifulljT before our mind, yet we cannotpicture them! How many glorious visionsflit before us, yet we cannot grasp them!Even such meu as Byron, Tennyson, De Quincy,etc., felt this sad experienee. Du Ponceausays, " Thought is vast as the air; it embracesfarmore than language can express; or rather,languages express nothing, they only makethoughts flash in electric sparks from thespeaker to the hearer. A single word creates acrowd of conceptions, which the intellect combinesand marshalls with lightening-like rapidity."Give the meanings of the following: asymptote,elate, implicit, succinct, edify, and symbol.Answers to Jan. 25.(o). " Many good persons think so." Peoplemore properly signifies a collective body ofpersons.(6). " The heading of this newspaper article."" Caption means that part of a legal instrumentwhich shows where, when, and bywhat authority it was taken, formed, and executed."(c). "The Hon. John Jones is staying atthn Sherman House." To stop (intrans.)meaus to cease to go forward. To stop at ahotel does not mean to stay or become a guest,(d). To say " I never saw such a high spire."A spire of such a form or structure. The probablemeaning is its height and should be expressedthus, " I never saw so high a spire."(e). " He bought a large number of postagestamps." Quantity is used in speaking of collectionor mass; but number in speaking of individualobjects however many.(/). " None need apply, unless he has servedan apprenticeship."II. Study OF Peinciples,Write a short essay on the Headship ofChrist over the Church. Not to exceed 500words.III. Miscellaneous.Can you through the medium of the HelpfulCOBNEE inform me into how many differentlanguages the Word of God is translated?X.. J-.A CULTIVATED TASTEwould naturally lead a Person Possessing it to preferthe best things obtainable and guard against imperfections.The Gail Borden Eagle Brand CondensedMilk is unequalled iu quahty, as a trial will prove.Grocers and Druggists.