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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE 



mother's i)iayers. I was, of course, jileased 

 with it, but somehow I felt a longing- all 

 the way thru to see some credit given to 

 ''the Lamb of God that taketh away the 

 sin of tiie world." Briefly, the play was 

 given of a small boy who was eager to get 

 hold of a violin. He not only made wonder- 

 ful ])rogresK on the violin, but his salary 

 when he was grown up Avent as high as 

 .fl.OOO for i)laying for a single evening. 

 In this way the mother's prayei-s Avere 

 answei-ed. Xow, if this violin-playing had 

 been tlie means of bringing sinners to re- 

 pent 1 could most heartily have enjoyed 

 it all the way thru. But there was no such 

 mention from beginning to end, and it made 

 me think of tljat last verse in the old liynni 

 I have mentioned. 1 have been told that 

 this liynni was comjiosed by a young girl 

 who was driven from her home because she 

 had come out publicly and acknowledged 

 the Lord Jesus Christ as her Savior. T 

 suppose you all have a copy of this hymn, 

 so I will quote just the concluding stanza : 



Oh! 'tis not in grief to harm me, 

 While Ihy love is left to me ; 



Oh! 'twere not in joy to charm me 

 Were that joy unmixed with thee. 



I am not sure that I can as yet fully 

 subscribe to the first and second lines; but 

 year after year as I grow- older I have no 

 joy or charm in anything unless that joy 

 is mixed, in some way, and connected Avitli 

 the dear Savior who lifted me out of the 

 miry clay and ])laced my feet on the solid 

 rock. 



Does some poor soul ask, in concluding 

 my talk, what he nmst do to receive that 

 new birth? Well, the three concluding 

 verses in the 11th chapter of Mattliew give 

 full dii-ections for the guidance of every 

 sinful soul. Here they are: 



CoiiU' unto me, ;ill yc that labor and aw. Iicavy 

 ladi'ii, and I will give you rest. Tako my yoke 

 \\\Km you, and learn of me; for I am meek and 

 lowly ill hoart, and ye shall find rest unto .\our 

 souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is litcht. 



OUli SU:M.MKI{ (lAIiDKN IX OKU OHIO llOMK. 



]\ry good friends, tlie principal reason- 

 for giving you the accomjianying ])icture is 

 to show you the luxuriant growth of seven 

 rows of that Canadian potato — see page 

 404, Gleanings for August. The raised 

 hills on the left of the picture are my 

 melons. For several seasons we have had 

 so much trouble from excessive rains, that 

 many of the melons rotted before they 

 A\ere ripe. In our Florida garden, as 1 

 have told you, we have raised beds about 

 12 feet wide with paths about one foot 

 deep between them to carry oft tlie water 

 when Ave have such tremendous rains. Well. 

 I have tried this here in Ohio; but even 

 then my melons seemed to suffer from too 

 much Avet. So I planted the seed on little 

 mounds four or five feet across: and just 

 now, Sept. 2, there is quite a good pi'omise 

 of cantaloupes, even if our Avatermelons 

 should not ripen. The pictm-e was taken 

 about the first of August. The Avhite line 



Our Ohio garden showins the Canadian jiotatoes that gave a yield a year ago of over 1000 bushels 



lo the acre. 



