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tl 
1T1? Alt WEI iCOBKEll* 
C?) SQ ^ 
(F) al -v-Ti 
t -2% y r ‘' ^ estreet - Bocial position must he sustain- 
abxts iJart-jroIH ed, cuuipany entertained, culls made, and 
£p Sp xjjb home duties discharged, yet in many in- 
- ■ stances the performance is a sham and the 
DREAMING seeming plenty is the weight that is crushing 
- the craven of the family. 
by grace olknn. Friends notice a little sadness ; the smile 
IT may be «• are dreumlnK. Love. j « 8li11 tllert *l the cheery words are lightly 
It may be we are dreaming: spoken, und no cause for unhappiness is 
Yet little is of earth t ween, visible. Conversation flits from subject to 
But minglea inueih with seeming. 
it may be all will fade full soon. subject, and wants that wile has longed to 
As fade fair flowers in wreathing. mention in private are jestingly made known 
That all are blessed in breathing. a friend s presence. Groceries out is sure 
to bring a frown, and a new dress is pot to 
thought of. UU1<S3 a sutor or intimate 
Yet. shall the brightness of to-day friend has purchased one, and she timidly 
To-morrow's darkness borrow? ventures “ 1 need one, too.” The children 
Forget the sun still shining? must not run iu rags and dirt, hut every new 
Or, rather, watch, remembering suit is ft wound, for she is made to feel they 
That clouds have silver lining? are & blirden &nd ^ m cau8et 
I know we may be dreaming, i.ove ; If the complicated duties of farm life make 
B 1 uf"orrow ? .na7.as SS, hel P * the girl’s wages are another 
Bring with it. much of seeming, source of distress. Hired men are paldclieer- 
8o let us taste it while we may, fully, but she must slip around while the 
This cup our lips are pressing— . , . .... 
And trust the hand that holds it will purse is open, and beg, seemingly in jest, 
Removing leave a blessing, really in great earnest, for one-third as much 
--- to pay .Mary. 
VHAT RURAL WOMEN WRI Such a man exacts the nicest respect from 
- his wife, hut smiles only on strangers or 
UsefulncHH Brings Happiness. other members of the family, flis intentions 
Dear Rural Vo.vien . ^ i. << i ■ are incomprehensible, but she is expected to 
rmits, I would like to say a tew word kaow VlB wislieS| au d a failure brings frowns 
,out all tins nonsense (for I so conside, 11 ) <>r words, even in a crowded city or 
at you write about-” Troubled M v« on 8 Pair ground . 
rvs," Ac. My home is m a noli far 
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DREAMING. 
BY ORACE OLENN. 
It may bo we are dreaming, Live, 
It may be we are dreaming: 
Yet little is uf earth 1 ween, 
But mingles much with seeming. 
It may be all will fade full soon. 
As fade fair flowers 111 wreathing, 
Yet leave a fragrunce on the air 
That all are blesaod In breathing. 
A cloud may dim to-morrow. Love, 
. A cloud may dim to-morrow, 
Yet, shall the brightness of to-day 
To-morrow’s darkness borrow? 
And shall wo In to-morrow’s shad® 
Forget the sun still shining? 
Or, rather, watch, remembering 
That clouds have sllvor lining? 
I know we may be dreaming, I.ove; 
1 know we may be dreaming. 
But sorrow may. as well as Joy, 
Bring with It. much of seeming, 
8o let us taste it while we may. 
This cup our lips are pressing— 
And trust the hand that holds it will 
Removing leave a blessing, 
--- 
WHAT RURAL WOMEN WRI 
permits, I would like to say a few word 
about all this nonsense (for I so consul r 
that yon write about — “Troubled Mar 
TUAB,” &c. My home is in a rich far 
country, within sight of a noble ran go 
mountains, on the West, and the lovely lid. , 
Champlain, on the East. I am a lari :r ' 
daughter, and know wluit such a life is—a 
life of toil, and we have to earn our bread 
by the sweat of our brows. From five in 
the morning until nine at night there is but 
little rest for our weary feet. Yet, when we 
lie down to rest at night, T think it is with a 
clearer conscience, and less troubled minds, 
than some who do not toil as we do; for 
it is a true saying, 
“Satan finds some mischief still 
For Idle hands to do.” 
If we toil, our resL is sweet. We have the 
pure air of the country to strengthen us, 
which is better than medicine. We have 
beautiful scenery to rest our eyes upon. We 
have fruit iu abundance, and everything 
good to (tat, and some to spare, without go¬ 
ing to market every day. And certainly the 
farmer’s is a very independent life, and 1 
think they are the best people on earth 
(taken as a class.) They are freer from evil 
habits and crime than those who mingle 
more in the society of street loafers. There 
are many other good points in lliis life that 
I have not time or space to mention. 
[octal (topics. 
THE PETRIFIED FERN. 
Ix a valley, centurion ago, 
Ure»' ii little fern leaf, green and aleuder— 
Veriilng delicate, and tlhros tender— 
Waving, when the wind crept down no low ; 
Rushes tail, nnd nnm», and grass grew round It, 
Playful sunbeams darted In and found It, 
Drops of dow stole In. by night, and crowned it. 
But no foot of man e’er trod that way ; 
Earth was young, aud keeping holiday. 
Monster fishes swam the silent main. 
Stately forests waved their giant branches, 
Mountains hurled their snowy Avalanches, 
Mammoth manures stalked across the plain ; 
Nature reveled In grand mysteries. 
But the little fern was hot of these. 
Did not- number with tbn hills and frees; 
Only grew und waved. Its sweet wild way— 
No one came to note it, day by day. 
Earth, one time, put on a frolic mood. 
Heaved the rocks, and chaiigud the mighty motion 
Of the deep, strong currents of the ocean. 
Moved the plain, and shook the haughty wood, 
Crushed the little fern In soft, uiol6t clay, 
Covered It, und hid It mife away; 
Oh, the long, long centuries since thnt rlny! 
Oil, Ihe agony ! Oh. life’s bitter cost. 
Since that useless little fern was lost! 
Useless? Lost? There came a thoughtful man, 
Searching Nature’s secrets, fur and deep; 
From a tlssuie In « rocky steep 
He withdrew a stone, o’er which there nui 
Fairy penciling*, a quaint design, 
Veinings, leafage, fibres clear and fine. 
And tbe fern’s life lay iu every line 1 
Bo, I *hlnk, tiod hides some souls away, 
Sweetly to surprise us, tho last day. 
comparison to the sublime work of an 
I would answer, “Was his mission, who 
came to seek and save the lost, wholly spir- 
i itilfd ?” By no means. And I felt then ns I 
] ft * i -1 till, that whatever makes broader human 
views, deepens human experience in doing 
good, or high tens human joy, is a part, of 
that Gospel which brought “ peace on earth 
and good will to men.” 
So 1 persevered in my little school, and 
net er was there a larger interest.gained from 
so null ail outlay of capital. Each even¬ 
in' lesson cost a few minutes of my time; 
but they gave out so rich a perfume of satis¬ 
faction that they brought a solace to my 
aching heart. 1 had had scholars before 
■i i., eager and ambitious to learn and emu- 
loi for distinction; but I had never seen 
one who drank in learning with such avid¬ 
ity Every principle, when once grasped, 
\ i no more to be forgotten than his exist¬ 
ence; and the patience Ik; had with the dry 
tils, till the whole was conquered, aston¬ 
ished me. Then, grammar and higher arith¬ 
in: lie. were thoroughly mastered. Neither 
tin hours for labor nor the Sabbath were 
r intruded upon; a'nd yet., that winter’s 
v rk gave him a splendid preparation for 
academic course, which he entered upon 
in lie spring. 
“here, with pride,I watched him winning 
’ mrs and kindly regard. Then, as I bade 
mi his lovely bride farewell, when they 
oo 
'irbbittlj i» cubing. 
SO MUCH OF LIFE BEHIND ME LIES. 
So much of life behind me tics. 
My heart grows faint with sorrow. 
That.each to-day the swifter flies, 
Ami sooner comes each morrow. 
A wanderer and a loiterer I, 
For whom life's shadow* lengthen ; 
Above niushino Ihe summits high, 
Around me letters strong thou. 
I cannot reach their golden crests. 
The while I strive receding; 
My soul,Impatient while It rests, 
Weep* o'er each moment speeding. 
So tnurli to do, so far to elluib. 
Bo little learned at fifty ! 
Ah I youth is prodigal of time. 
Age only makes us thrifty. 
Tho silver gleams that In mir locks 
Are sunset’s pala fore-glances, 
Tench is that deeds, not beating clocks, 
Mark fitly Time’s advances. 
What's then to do, since Time will run. 
And graves end earth's ambitions ? 
This first, this only, Is well done— 
T’oltvu for heaven'* fruitions. 
[Selected. 
THOUGHTS BY THINKERS. 
The Poverty of Prosperity. 
Beecher, in a recent sermon, says;—“ I 
verily believe that men who prosper by 
wickedness lose their capacity of enjoyment; 
departure for their Western home, so tlmt there are thousands and thousands "( 
dim the eye, and danger of a scene presents 
itself, lie suddenly resolves to purchase some 
long-tidked-of article, and before a crowd 
orders a sewing machine, knitter, wringer, 
organ, or something unexpected, and at Ihe 
time not desired. She must accept a piece 
of machinery, instead of tender and kind 
words. Bystanders call him liberal; but 
behind the scenes lie will tell her all she 
cares for is to have him order an article and 
give his note. 
In like manner, all her wants are supplied, 
and “Getting to the top of the heap” is his 
favorite taunt, though he has twice the pride 
she lias. While he enjoys the comforts of 
his home, lie does it in a way to make her 
feel uncomfortable, leaving the impression 
that all is done because, she demands it, not 
that he cares for or enjoys it. Thus she be¬ 
comes the veriest beggar, and envies the girl 
the privilege of demanding tier rightful 
wages. Home duties deter her from seeking 
employment, ami had she time, few neigh¬ 
bors would patronize a farmer's wife, think¬ 
ing agencies at any work outside her own 
family uncalled for. Thus, she is hound by 
circumstances to slavery, and though her 
v Ii m st rong in his self respect, capa- 
DAILY WORK. m. of taking his place on an equality with 
„ T , .. 77. am, his mind furnished as it was, little likely 
_ It would have been without my agency, I 
by mrs. c. a. s. fell that the “ gleaning” paid. 
- Boulderflold, Oct., 1870. 
As 1 look back upon a little incident of --♦♦♦- 
my life, I find that it gives a pleasant color- MACHINERY vs. THEOLOGY. 
lng to my thoughts; and it lias occurred to - 
me Unit the record of it might induce others A young man writes me:—“My father 
to look within the horizon of homo for sub- Inis given me a college education, and now 
jeets of care and interest,, in the exercise of insists on my entering tho ministry. Iam 
which it is full as blessed to give as to re- not at all inclined to the study of theology 
ceive. or to public speaking, but would prefer to 
overswollen prosperous mull who are not 
one-tenth as happy us the men who have 
almost nothing. Why, there are poor wink¬ 
ing men in yonder city with such pitiful sli- 
pends that they can scarcely make the ends 
meet, who are yet a great deal happier than 
the millionaire whom they serve. There are 
men that, have gone through the prosperity 
of what are called secular tilings in lliis world, 
who look out enviously, and someliincs nl- 
The atmosphere in my room seemed heavy lie a machinist. My talent, all lies in the 
and sliding, as it always does to one full of direction of invention, and I am not lilted 
Inis given me a college education, and now most sadly, upon the swart laborer, and suv, 
insists on my entering tho ministry. I am ‘ Oli 1 it'I had no more anxiety than lie lias; 
not at all inclined to the study of theology if I could whistle and sing as he does; if 1 
or to public speaking, but would prefer to had his lungs, and sucli arms as he lias; if 1 
he a machinist. My talent all lies in the were as bappy as he is, 1 think 1 would be 
a fresh grief; so it was for the sake of a free 
breath, or perhaps in hope of some new 
thought in place of those occupied so many 
by nature for pastoral and pulpit work. Yet 
my father insists. What am I to do?" 
Your father is making a mistake, lie 
willing to give up all my wealth.’ Oh! the 
heart-aching cares, the rust, and biting, the 
envies and jealousies, the competitions and 
rivalries, the attritions, of a life keyed in ihe 
weeks and months by the little treasure now should pray for more light. The Lord is lower range of the human faculties! These 
laid away In the grave, there to rest with HO evidently calling you to he a machinist, in 
many other mothers’ lost darlings, that I which field of work you can undoubtedly 
walked one evening into the brightest of best serve your fellow-men, and thereby 
kitchens and said a kindly word to a farm glorify your Creator by developing within 
hand, who, by some chance, my husband yourself the divine and noble powers lie 
hail hired a short time previous. I had been bus endowed you with. What are you to 
so absorbed in my care and sorrow that 1 do? The Bible commands obedience to 
' , , ' , ,, , ,spirit revolts, all the world holds sacred is 
think people are too apt to look on the . . 
-wro inut hot’ «in/i oha mnot liiro o oi-m.rm.i- 
dark side of their life, and think hut little 
about the privileges they enjoy. We all 
should .have some aim in life, and the most 
noble one is to do wlmt good we can both 
for ourselves and our fellow creatures. Self¬ 
ishness is the root of much evil. 
“ But how,” says one, “ can we benefit 
others ?” 
We can at least be contented and cheer¬ 
ful, and thus encourage others to be so; for 
we watch each oilier and influence one 
another. If we cannot reach the goal of 
time, we can be simply useful. There is 
always some poor struggling mortal we can 
help. Would you be shocked If I told you 
that one of the best friends I ever had, out¬ 
side of mv home, was one I made? Yes, I 
took her from degrading influences, simply 
by kindness and love, and made her a wo¬ 
man, a friend I can trust, and a useful mem¬ 
ber of society. When oilier friends deserted 
her, and gave her up as lost, thought they 
could make nothing of her, I was still her 
friend, and through my influence she be¬ 
came what, she now is, a true woman and a 
against her, and she must, live a cringing, 
menial life, or assert her independence by 
attaching disgrace to those dearer than life. 
—Farmer’s Wife. 
-- 
WESTERN WOMEN meal. I also remembered that since he had 
_ * been with us his evenings had been spent in 
The East is behiad-hand in everything, reading, as I knew by Ids knocking gently 
A gir! in Maiue Ims hud an apotheosis he- at the sitting-room door and asking for the 
cause “she manages a mowing machine last paper or magazine whenever he had any 
with the ease of a horn farmer," aud the spare time. 
New York Tribune brags about a Miss. Wat- On the evening in question I found him 
son, of Bucks county, Pennsylvania, who consulting an Atlas—examining it with the 
had scarce bestowed a thought on lliis parents “?« Me Lard'' Which is qualifying 
young stranger, though I remembered notic* obedience considerably. Can’t you invite 
ing his slippers and neatly brushed coat as your father to hear you preach, and thereby 
they bung in Ihe hack hall, and that they convince him in a visible and unmistakable 
invariably replaced the rough garments manner that theology would suffer dread- 
miseries belong to such men ; and if you 
could look into them you would not be de¬ 
ceived, nor seduced, nor persuaded to take 
their place.” 
lleeclicr’H Appenl to tlto Yoiiiik. 
I beseech of you, my young friends, be¬ 
lieve in virtue; believe in truth ; believe in 
honesty and fidelity; believe in honor; be¬ 
lieve in God; believe in God’s law and in 
God’s providence. Put your trust in God, 
and in the faith of God, aud not in the seem¬ 
ing of deceitful and apparently prosperous 
worn in the field whenever he came in to a fully in your hands? Finally, if neither ineu j jt . t uo raan y 0Ul . soll j c,. (im 
reason nor preaching will win him to your 
way of thinking, decide the matter at once 
according to your best judgment, and inde¬ 
pendently of your filial relations. There 
you ; let no man dazzle your understanding 
from you; let no man by any sinuous courses 
draw you aside from that straight and nar¬ 
row way where there is safety. And wliut- 
are times in every human creature’s lile evt . r t! ] st! y ()11 i, a y 0 peace, everyday, 
has tins season cut a hundred acres of wheat, 
oats, grass, etc. We are mortified at this 
miserable showing. Why, such exploits are 
common in every county in tile West. Each 
season, as harvest time approaches, the ser¬ 
vant girls—especially the Germans and Nor¬ 
wegians—in large cities, begin to cut their 
domestic moorings, and strike for the farms. 
As cooks and waters they get from $3 to 
$3.50 a week; as harvesters they command 
$2 tt day. Frequently in Chicago, St. Louis 
and Milwaukee, there enters into the do¬ 
mestic contract the stipulation that the girl 
when liis Jvrei duty is to himself. 
Mintwood, 
-♦♦♦- 
greatest apparent eagerness. As 1 had been Ilow *° bo 
on the Educational Staff, 1 suppose some- Sala, in one of his essays, says: I hap- 
thing of the old spirit was instinctively peued to be passing one Boxing day, or 
roused, and a talk ensued, in which he n<:- rather evening, many years ago, through St. 
knowledgod, with great regret in histone Clement’s churchyard, when I became aware 
and manner, that he was entirely ignorant °f a 1U1UI w ' u> WilH holding on to the rail- 
of geography. lugs of the church, and blubbering in a 
Here was something to think of. A young manner piteous to behold and bear. I no¬ 
man of line personal presence, pleasingly l ' (:e d l bat Ids legs were much bowed, and 
cognizant of Lhe courtesies and amenities of 1,1110 °* il journeyman tailor ; but 
life, frankly and humbly admitting some¬ 
thing tlmt I felt, almost shut him out of the 
it wits difficult to dogmatize on that head, 
for the man had been keeping his Christinas 
firm friend. I tell you this to show you what shall not desert in summer time. In Wis 
others can do. Many cold lookers-on would 
think my life a happy one, because free from 
toil, (for I do not toil much;) and so it is, yet 
not for that reason, but because I am con¬ 
tented. I have always been an invalid. 
When very young, disease fastened its dread¬ 
ful grasp upon me, and has held me since. 
Yet I think 1, like others, was created to do 
good, and am striving to do my duty. 
Oli ye Troubled Marthas, remember the 
words of our blessed Saviour, when he said, 
“Mary hath chosen the good part which 
cannot he taken away,” and choose that part. 
Not that I mean you should cease laboring. 
Oh no! for it is your duty to labor. But oh, 
labor not only for the meat that perisheth, 
cousin, at this moment, there arc probably 
not fewer that 20,000 women at work in the 
field. They ait: not only Germans, Irish, and 
pule of respectability. But he went on to m the approved English fashion, and was 
explain :—His father was obliged to take drunk, A good woman presumably 
him from school at the age of twelve, for l,is wife—In a shabby shawl and a crushed 
wluit little be could cum; at that lime lie bonnet, was doing her best to support this 
did not realize that ignorance would ever staggering holiday-maker, and endeavoring 
Scandinavians, lint Yankees; not only the subject him to inconvenience or mortiflea- 
poor, but thousands of fair and intelligent 
classes. When the pinch comes it is com¬ 
mon for girls to linng up the rolling-pin, 
shut up tlie piano, and go to the field and 
help their fathers. They ride a reaper 
as skillfully as any man ; they mke and bind 
lion. But as he grew older, and heat’d peo 
to cheer Inm up in his affliction, whatever 
that sorrow’s crown of sorrow may have 
pie talk of going to California, or to the been; but bis grief was overwbelmmg-of 
Western States, aud had no idea whatever t^at there could be no doubt. “ i I I’m 
of the direction or locality, lie said no one 80 unhappy 1” Ebriosus continued to nmuu- 
could ever imagine tbe bitter regret lie felt. 
* For a long time pride kept him from 
dexterously; they direct the cultivator; study, and he strove by observation and 
they run tbe threshing-machine; they pitch 
bundles; in extreme need, they even give 
their arms and ingenuity to that bucolic 
architecture, building the load and stack. We 
know a blue-eyed girl in Central Wisconsin, 
reading to repair the mistake; and “I have 
learned a little,” said lie, “ in this wayand 
then quietly added, “1 now hope 1 am a 
Christian, and I am willing to bo mortified 
by my ignorance, in hope of adding ever so 
but that tor which endureth unto evet lasting w |, 0 st .,i 8()n beared forty sheep in a day, little to my stock of knowledge.” 
file. Try to be contented with your lot, and and received $4 tor it. It was not so un¬ 
strive to benefit others. I have not the elo- common as to excite any special interest in 
quence of Beecher, but have written a few the neighborhood. A hundred thousand 
wow for thft hpnofit. of all “Troubled Mar- Western women are working in the field to- 
quence of Beecher, but have written a few 
words for tbe benefit of all “Troubled Mar¬ 
thas.”—!. e. A. 
Wealthy Uckkui’h, 
In this world of masks which hide the 
real from the seeming, pleasant words and 
smiling faces cover many breaking hearts. 
Beggars do not all live iu garrets or wander 
homeless through the world. Comfortable 
homes and well filled pantries conceal tears 
My heart was touched, and we both 
learned a lesson that evening—he in the 
rudiments of geography, and mine resulted, 
day, and we never thought of bragging of I hope, in a deeper love for that religion that 
it before .—Chicago Evening Pont. 
-♦♦♦- 
Should i» Woman Li-nni a Trade I — Kattr 
asks if we would advise her to li-uiTt a trade or 
R rofessinn of nnv kind. Orrnmly wo would. 
o boy ortfbl should fail to '■■•on a trade. It. is 
a resource always, if w' •arned. And there 
should be no half-- work abort! it. Know 
how todonowr.A 1 ' if/ well, no matter whether you 
expect to ‘ compelled to or not. It Is a life in- 
auraaCe of Independence. It /fives n man a 
nonler sense of manhood, a woman a nobler 
der. “Unhappy!” repeated the good wo¬ 
man, with womanly scorn, and yet not 
without a kind of rallying sympathy—“ un¬ 
happy! wlmt for? You was drunk the day 
before yesterday; you was drunk on Christ¬ 
mas day; you’re drunk now; wlmt more 
do yer want ? Du ytr want to he, a harnjel f" 
Ilow n Hpy was Treated. 
A Strasbourg story says that win 1st 
some French officers were at table in a cafe 
they were joined by a stranger, who said he 
was the friend of a captain in a certain regi¬ 
ment. Conversation went on unrestrained 
until the colonel of the said regiment “ hap¬ 
pened in.” The stranger was introduced to 
him iu the way he had introduced himself. 
with your own conscience. Whoever else 
you offend, do not offend your God. Keep 
Him on your side. Do wlmt is rigid, and 
then fear no man. Do what is right, and 
trust iu God, and all the world cannot hurt 
you. Neither time, nor death, nor eternily 
can harm those who follow the light that 
God throws upon their path. And for all 
imperfections, trust to His gracious and for¬ 
giving love. 
Clivtnt and the Sinner. 
Bf.kcmkk says:—A great many tLink lhat 
Christ sits with a coronet in his hand, to 
crown those who are victorious idler they 
shall have fought their own battles. And 
so lie does, iu one sense. We are to he final 
victors, and then are to be finally crowned 
in heaven. But there is a sense in which 
this is false. That is to say, if you suppose 
that the condition on which yon are to look 
to Jesus for succor is tlmt you shall over¬ 
come your pride; if you say, “ I have fallen 
into habits of self-indulgence, 1 want to be 
free, and 1 would go to Goil and promise 
him that I will reform, only I have been a 
thousand times and it Ims never availed, and 
I slmll fail again, and l dare not go any 
more until 1 have some evidence in myself 
that I shall be able to stand in my own 
resolution” — then you take a wrong view 
of this matter. People say, “ 1 would go to 
God if I fell that I could promise anything, 
and that I could keep my promise.” 
That is not it. You are a helpless cap¬ 
tive; you are under a tormenting master; 
and Jesus is your deliverer. And slmll not 
the captive cry out to bis deliverer until he 
has broken his own chains ? Are you not 
sinning every day ? Is not sin your master ? 
And while you are sinning are you not an 
unfortunate soul carried away captive ? And 
is it not declared that Jesus came to break 
more bitter and hearts more weary than the sense of womanhood — secures individuality 
, . , , ,, which no circumstances, however adverse, cun 
paupers in the poor-house or the vagabond s destroy. 
bestowed a humility so available in practical until the colonel of the said regiment “ hap- sinning every day ? Is not sin your master ? 
life, and in a contempt for a selfish sorrow, pencil in.” The stranger was introduced to And while you are sinning are you not an 
which would shut oneself within the slimy him in the way lie had introduced himself, unfortunate soul carried away captive? And 
walls of despondency, instead of meekly There was no captain in the regiment of the is it not declared that Jesus came to break 
bearing the stroke, however heavy it might name mentioned, but the colonel held his shackles, to open prison doors, to give sight 
he, and going out cheerfully to labor in the peace, and allowed the talk to proceed. At to the blind, and to give hearing to the deaf? 
Master’s vineyard, length rising and asking the stranger to fol- lie comes to rescue men. And the time 
“The Master’s vineyard?” says one. low him for a private chat, he took him into when a man is to look to Jesus most con 
“ Would you speak of the fields of human a by-street, drew a pistol, and shot him dead, fidingly is when lie is in his sins, and when 
learning as though their culture bore any The individual was a Prussian spy. lie knows that lie will Bin again. 
Master’s vineyard. 
“ The Master’s vineyard ?” says one. 
“ Would you speak of the fields of human 
learning as though their culture bore any The individual was a Prussian spy. 
