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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



Nov. 15. 



One word more in regard to our agricultural 

 journals. When I call attention to such in- 

 consistencies as I have in the former part of 

 this article, I have been told several editors 

 are emploj-ed on a journal, and they do not 

 always think alike on these things. This will 

 do very well when applied to matters that do 

 not very greatly affect the health, and influ- 

 ence the morals of our people. But when it 

 comes to the matter of encouraging or dis- 

 couraging the tobacco industry, I should say 

 the editors had better get together, and decide 

 before they start out with the new year, what 

 their journal is going to have to say about to- 

 bacco and cigarettes. Surely an agricultural 

 paper can take as bold and decisive a stand as 

 our dailies, that sometimes claim they are 

 obliged to publish every thing — good, bad, 

 and indiiTerent — because people demand it. 

 Mav God he praised that we have editors who 

 are not afraid to teach righteousness, purit\-, 

 and temperance ; and, after having so taught, 

 are consistent enough to hold fast to their 

 standai-d year in and year out. 



I have had considerable to say in regard to 

 our periodicals and journals. Everybody ex- 

 pects that, as a matter of course, the church of 

 Hod will stand firm and unwavering in such a 

 matter as this. But I am reminded just now 

 that superintendents of Sunday-schools are 

 often engaged in the sale of tobacco. We 

 have here in Medina, however, one superin- 

 tendent who banished tobacco from his gro- 

 cery at the very time he became a Christian. 

 In doing so he banished so many of his old 

 customers that he felt at the time really trou- 

 bled about it. This was years ago. At the 

 present time I think all will admit he is doing 

 the largest business, and has the finest store of 

 the kind here in the village. 



Mr. Root: — Bro. Vincent, of Milan, where I am sup- 

 plying, handed nie a copy of Gleanings for Oct. l.>t. 

 I was so pleased wilh Our Neighbors th;.t I read it at 

 home to my people, who declared it beautif\il. The-e 

 sermons must do good. I want you to sendine a copy 

 of that number, that I may forward it to a friend wlio 

 will, I am sure, prize it. If you will, let me pay you 

 for the number in the form of a little poem I have just 

 written, and which you may place in Gleanings if 

 you think it worth.y. 



May God bless all workers who seek to comfort, con- 

 vert, and elevate. J. Pollock Hutchinson. 



702 Church .St.. Ann Arbor, Mich., Oct, 28. 



PROVIDENTIAL GUIDANCE. 



Open the way for me, O I,ord, I pray; 



Open the waj-. 

 L,et there be light that I may plainly .see. 

 And faithful prove where thou wouldst have me be. 

 I have my spindle and mv distalT, Lord; 



Thy help affcr,!: 

 I,et not the labors of my hand relax. 

 But let me spin for thee; .send thou the flax. 

 Here is my harp; I can not play aright 



To give delight; 

 lyord, tune the strings; then draw forth music, such 

 As ne'er responded to musician's touch. 

 Here is my heart; it, too, is out of tune; 



But thou can>t .'^oon. 

 And thou alone, put it in perfect chord, 

 And life be made an anthem to the Lord. 



The concluding stanza of the above poem 

 came home to me. I .should be almost afraid 

 to have the dear friends who read GLEANINGS 

 know how often this poor heart of mine is 



" out of tune." But, praised be the Lord, I 

 have found a remedy. My little prayer, 

 " Lord, help," very soon puts me right. And 

 this suggests a beautiful thotight I got from 

 Rev. A. T. Reed. He invited me to speak 

 one rainy evening, at Gustavus, TrtimbullCc, 

 O. At the close of my talk he asked for 

 brief testimonials from the congregation. A 

 great part of them arose, one after another, 

 and testified to the power of Christ Jesus. 

 Before he invited them, however, he said 

 something like this : 



' ' Dear Christian friends, please do not make 

 the mistake of holding back just becattse you 

 do no\. feci like it. Feeling has nothing to do 

 with it. It is Satan's plan, to keep you still. 

 Why, look here. Some morning Johnnie 

 comes downstairs ; and when his mother says, 

 in a bright, cheerful tone, ' Good-morning, 

 Johnnie,' he keeps perfectly mum, and does 

 not answer her kind greeting at all. What do 

 you think of Johnnie, even if he does give as 

 a reason for his proceeding that he does not 

 'feel like it'?" 



Johnnie knows very well what he ought to 

 do, whether he feels like it or not ; and the 

 very best way in the world to get into a cheer- 

 ful mood is to answer pleasantly and good- 

 naltiredly his mother's morning greeting. If 

 he keeps still because \\q feels surly and cross, 

 the chances are that he will be surly and cross 

 all day, or, as otir good brother has happily 

 expressed it in the little poem, he will be " out 

 of tune" all day. Now, shall we not all learn 

 a lesson from Johnnie? Let us be pleasant 

 and courteous and kind when we get tip in the 

 morning, because it is our duty so to do, es- 

 pecially when we profess before the world to 

 be followers of Christ Jesus. Our feelings 

 really have nothing to do with it ; and, in 

 fact, if we behaved ourselves in a Christianlike 

 manner only when we felt like it, we should 

 be ver}' poor Christians indeed. You know 

 the old hymn, 



"Am I a soldier of the cro.ss," etc. 



Health Notes. 



IIE.^VLTH WITHOUT MEDICINE. 



Dear Bro. Root: — About twelve months ago you 

 wrote some articles in Gle.anings about "Health 

 without Drugs ;" and after telling your readers of the 

 Salisbury water cure you immediately mentioned a 

 'book entitled "The True Science of Living," by Dr. 

 Dewey. Feeling impres.sed that that book was worth 

 getliiig I !-eul to America for it ; and, having read it, 

 I decided to give the method a three-months' trial. 



I may state that I am forty-six years of age, and 

 have been in the ministry twenty-two j'ears. 



When a lad I was not'very robust ; and from the 

 age of eighteen up to within a year ago I suffered 

 from dyspepsia, having some intervals of rest from 

 dyspeptic troubles during this period. During, the 

 whole of those tvventy-.'=even years I was not able to 

 travel with comfort in the train, tram-cars, or back 

 seat of a buggy, being invariably sick ; and on the sea 

 I was completely prostrated. 



Aug. 29, last year, having read Dr. Dewey's book, I 

 started the no-breakfast plan. That was on Saturday. 

 On the following day, .Sunday, I traveled twenty-two 

 miles, preached three times, 'administered the sacra- 

 ment of the Lord's .Supper, and finished the day's 

 work with a sen.se of ease and pleasure. I never 

 threw more energy into my preaching up to that time 

 than I did that day. 



From the day I started this plan up to the present I 



