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do Rooii to thoso thai liatp you." In one of the 

 roLVMit pri/.i>ti(j;ht!5 it is reported that tho crowd 

 checrtHi on ono of tho parties, urfjiiig him toklll 

 his opponent. In the hist tight of all, it is said 

 that even a woman used such an expression. 

 Now. there is not only no Christianity in such 

 an attitude of the human heart, but there is no 

 sense or reason, and Christianity should be rea- 

 sonable above all other things. A small boy 

 pushed a larger one off from the walk into the 

 nuid. and soiled his clothing badly. The larger 

 boy got up, but did not do any thing by way of 

 retaliation. Somebody asked him why he did 

 not give that boy as good as he got. Ho replied 

 good-naturedly, "Then there would have been 

 two suits of clothes to be cleaned instead of one." 



The boy might have added that two tired 

 mothers would have been obliged to clean up 

 two suits of muddy clothing instead of one. 

 This boy was not only a Christian but a phi- 

 losopher. He let sense and reason guide him 

 instead of the low passion of revenge. 



A few days ago one of our boys came to me 

 saying a man who works near him had struck 

 him several blows. The man admitted he did, 

 but said the boy called him a bad name, and 

 for a time he insisted that it was the right and 

 proper thing to do— that a man is justified in 

 striking a boy just because the boy " sasses " 

 him. How sad it is that so many people will 

 still hold fast to this old-fashioned silly idea, 

 thai, to make things right, one man must strike 

 another, or strike a boy, if he chooses, simply 

 because of something he saysl This ''other 

 fellow," of whom I have been talking, says, 

 " Knock a man down when he abuses you." 

 Sense and Christianity say, "'Not so;" and 

 Jesus tells us to turn the other cheek also when 

 we have received a blow. After I had talked a 

 while with these two friends of mine (the man 

 and boy) the older one got the upper hand of 

 the brute spirit within him so far as to tell me 

 he was sorry that he let his temper get the 

 better of him, and finally he told " Johnny " he 

 was sorry, and asked his forgiveness. When 

 he had got thus far, Johnny, not to be outdone 

 —for a good spirit is catching as well as an evil 

 one— said. "All right. I am willing to let it go, 

 and I will ask him to forgive me for my foolish 

 talk, which would not have happened if I had 

 been attending to my work." 



Many great and good men would have been 

 almost perfect in iheir characters had it not 

 been for their tempers. Our lamented friend 

 and teacher, Drummond, in his little book, 

 "The Best Thing in the World," savs a bad 

 temper is " the vice of the virtuous." I sup- 

 pose he means by this that people who are so 

 intelligent and well bred that they would be 

 above any other sinful habit are sometimes 

 guilty in just this one respect. I told you that 

 this '• other fellow," who always goes with me, 

 had tormented and vexed me since I was four 

 years old. Well, I can remember that this 

 same "other fellow," or one of his relations, 

 used to torment and vex me when I was scarce- 

 ly more than three years old. We lived then in 

 a log house with only one other apartment, and 

 that was the woodshed. Sometimes when 

 mother's boy was persistenlty bad she would 

 say to me, "Amos, I think you will have to go 

 out into the woodshed and stay there till you 

 can get rid of the bad boy." Well can I re- 

 member of going out there and sitting down 

 and endeavoring to quell the tumult in my 

 childish heart. Sometimes mother would call 

 to me, " Have you got rid of the bad boy yet ? " 

 But I think I was like Sammy. I could tell the 

 truth, even if I could not drive out the evil 

 spirit. So I replied, "Not yet, mother." In 

 due time, however, I would come in smiling; 



and in answer to her inquiry, "Are you sure the 

 bad boy is all gone? " I could look up frankly 

 and smilingly into her face and say, "All gone, 

 mamma," and then I was happy, and she was 

 happy too. I presume that old mother will 

 read these very words, and remember the inci- 

 dent as vividly as I do now. 



Our older readers will remember of a minister 

 who was a bee-keeper who used lo write for 

 these pages some years ago. Although he was 

 a minister of the gospel, and a good one too, he 

 was all his life tormented by a disposition such 

 as I have described. It even followed him at 

 times into the pulpit, and again and again the 

 evil one was driven away only by earnest prayer 

 to the Savior and Redeemer of mankind. On 

 his deathbed he said to his wife and children 

 something like this: 



" Dear friends. I feel and see that the evil 

 one has finally lost his power and hold on me 

 for ever and ever. Nevermore, through all 

 eternity, shall I feel his touch and abiding 

 presence again; and I glory in the thought of 

 being with Jesus, where sin and temptation 

 and remorse shall never reach me again." 



Now, then, friends, the question' comes home 

 to you and to me, " Who is going to rule and 

 guide— the ' other fellow,' who would lead us 

 into trouble and snares, or shall sense and rea- 

 son, and the influences of the Holy Spirit, lead 

 your life and mine through the remainder of 

 the years we have to live ? " 



Return, O Holy Dove! return. 



Sweet messenser of rest: 

 I hate the sins that made thee mourn 

 And drove thee from mj- breast. 



KEPOKT ON THE NEW VARIETIES OF STRAW- 

 BEKRIES IN THE MIDDLE OF .IXJNE. 



The Marshall has done grandly, both under 

 glass and in the open air. Brandywine is just 

 beginning to ripen, and grow berries that can 

 hang on the vines for two or three days, and 

 still be so firm and solid that they may be tum- 

 bled about like potatoes. The Wm. Belt is well 

 loaded with fruit, but only just beginning to 

 ripen. Margaret has given us some of the 

 largest and finest berries I ever saw; but the 

 Nick Ohmer caps them all, not only in great 

 size, but in producing berries as round and sym- 

 metrical as a peach, and pretty nearly the size. 

 I kept one on the vines for three days to show 

 to visitors, and it was very solid and firm when 



Eicked. It weighed almost an ounce and a 

 alf. This was from a plant set late last fall. 

 The runners were not picked off, and it was al- 

 lowed to mature a full crop of fruit. Carrie, a 

 seedling of the Haverland, is a much larger 

 berry than " her mother," and considerably 

 firmer, and I hope as prolific, although I am not 

 certain, for I had only half a dozen fall-set 

 plants. The shape of the berry and the appear- 

 ance of the variety are almost exactly like the 

 Haverland. Clyde started out to give a great 

 lot of berries on spring-set plants. One of the 

 plants set so full, in fact, that, when it got its 

 great cluster of berries almost ripe, it — up and 

 died: I suppose it was the hot weather that 

 did it while the plant stood by itself unpro- 

 tected. It seemed almost like " cruelty to ani- 

 mals "to let it undertake to ripen such a big 

 lot of berries. Now, when you are testing new 

 plants take a warning from the above. 



