Pike County Democrat, Volume 31, Number 32, Petersburg, Pike County, 14 December 1900 — Page 3

Slut fifet Souttt j) Dtwoctat X. McC. STOOPS, Editor and Proprietor. PETERSBURG. : INDIANA. Chronicles of the - :: KAH-PEE-KOG CLUB - «By Wright A. Patterson. * 1 NOTE!—The Kah-pee-kog club Is an Inter-State organ, taation or good fellows and good fishermen, so they ■•ay, who meet once a year in tne wilds of Canada for a Sabin fig ilng expedition of from twc weeks to a month In h. The members are but ordinary citizens of uncle Sam’s territory who once a year invade the -Queen’s domains for a good time. They come from ail portions of the Union and congregate at a little lake In toe Canadian wilds where the gamy bass strike hard and often. . Who they are is of no interest to the reader, out they do-many things and tell many stories that ■are interesting and entertaining to those who love a vacation time in the woods and oa the water—Editor, MANY things take many men to the Canadian wilds. Ask a dozen different people that you meet in the Muskoka and Georgian Bay districts what they came for, and yon will get a dozen different answers. But there are even more than a dozen different reasons .why men go to these wilds. The massive, dense, silent forest, with its great pine and hemlock trees towering heavenward, its tangled underbrush andr,_ fleet-footed deer attract many; its placid lakes, with their shore lines of rugged granite, and the islands that shoot out of the water as though thrown up by a strong hand, as they were, attract others; the fish,, the canoeing and the silent grandeur of untrammeled nature attract still more. All of these I like, but there is still another attraction that appeals strongly to me. That is the honest, fearless guides, veritable children of nature, and the stories they tell. For ■us at Kah-pee-kog Frazer had ever a new story. He knew the woods and the lakes and the myths thereof; even more he loved them and deemed it a pleasure to tell of them. As for us, •well, even Smith would stop harping •on that ten-pound bass he was going to catch, to listen, or Ullmark would forgot for a time the big one he had caught.

[ an* burned me and him both clean out. Took all o’ his lumber an* camp fixin’a an* my pap. \ “Th’ Injuns was pretty thick along th* Ottawa in them days, an’ they' I wasn’t alius th’ best disposed Injuns j at that. Long in th’ fall we lost some^ j men that th’ Injuns killed out in th* j woods, but then they alius had made trouble fer themselves, an’ was ferever takin’ a whack at an Injun whenever they see one, an’ it was jist sort o* evenin’ things up a bit when th’ Injuns got ’em. But them kind o’ things couldn’t go on alius without bringin’ a general mix-up, an’ it came when a pack o’ Injuns made a rush on th’camp one day. I tell ye there was a hot an’ lively time for a few minutes.. Bullets wuz a-flyin’ all ways to onct, but th* lumber jacks wuzn’t gittin’ any th’ worst o’ it, cause they wuz in the cabin, an, had th’ logs atween them an’ th* Injuns. But there wuz a lot o* th’ Injuns went down afore they give it up as a bad job an’ pulled stakes fer home. “After that everything went along *bout right ’till long in th’ winter. We begin to think we wuz clean .clear o’ th' Injuns, ’cause they hod inbved ofi north to th’ trading posts o’ th’ Hudson’s Bay company, an’ we never see none o’ them at all. Clark kept his men workin’ early an’ late, an* they wuz a-pilin’ up timber at a gi-eat rate. Must a-been 10,000,000 feet o’ logs a-lay-in’ ’r^und ready fer th’ sleds to pull to th’ river, where they’d wait fer th’ break-up in th’ spring, an’ I know Clark wuz a-countin’ th’ dollars he wuz a-goin’.to make on that winter’s work, an’ it wuz no small job a-countin’ ’em. neither. An’ th’ lumber jacks wuz acountin’ th* dollars they wuz to git when the spring pay day come jist as much as Clark wuz a-countin’ his profits. They used to squat ’round the fireplace in th’ sleepin’ cabin, an’ tell what they’d do when they got back to th* towns, an’ th’ fun they wuz a-goin’ to have when onct th’ logs got down th’ river. “It wuz a-durin’ one o’ these discussions, as you might say, that somebody said he smelled fire. “ ‘Course you do,’ said Pap, ‘what’s that in front o’ you?’ “But th’ feller said it wasn’t that, an’ he went outside to see. Pretty soon he come back, an’ said things wua

PUSHED OUT INTO THE WATER TO WATCH IT.

A forest fire, even in its incipient stages, is a thing to be remembered. / When a spark that has perhaps been smoldering in the moss and underbrush for hours first breaks out into flame, it seems but a small thing, and scarcely worth, one’s attention. This is the way we looked at it when first we saw the flames shoot up the trunk of a giant pine, but Frazer knew better; he knew there was danger in that flame, a danger that menaced thousands of acres of valuable timber, and, under his direction, we hustled across the water to the mainland to extinguish it. It was a futile effort, the fire seemed everywhere, and as fast as we beat and drowned it out at f>ne spot it would break out at another. Finally we gave it up, trusting that the clouds hanging overhead would bring the only possible- relief' for the tpassive pines. W Already the fire bad gained such headway as to make a longer occupancy of the mainland in the vicinity of the blaze impossible with comfort, so we climbed back into our canoes and pushed out into the water a ways to watch it. For some time Frazer sat without saying a word, and we rather wondered at his silence, for surely the fire recalled some history of the forest as he knew it. It must V been 40 years ago,” began Frazer; “I’m 50 come next winter, an* I wuz only ’bout 12 er less then, when tb* lumberin’ camp on th’ Ottawa burned out in a fire like to this one. Pap was workin’ fer Jim Clark on the Ottawa then, an’ had tuk me along in th’ fall in th’ hopes o’ gittin’ a job fer me, too. He got th’ job all right, an’ I begin my lumberin’ career that year; a lumberin’ career that’s a-goin’ to end only when eld Gabe comes ablowin’ his horn fer me. When I went there it was the best lumberin' district I ever see. Th’ pines were monsters, bigger’n any ’round here, an’ the big ones were twict as thick as they •re here. Course they wasn’t no sich • demand fer lumber as there is now, an’ the markets wuz further away, but jist th* same Jim Clark was a-mak-in’ scads o’ money when the fire cum

a-burnin’ over to th’ north. A fire to th’ north meant bad business, fer th’ wind wuz a-howdin’ down from th’ north, an’ we knowed unless somethin' could stop that fire everything wuz agoin’. “In 15 minutes every lumber jack in th’ camp wuz out, an’ Jim Clark wuz a-ravin’ at ’em like he wuz mad, but they couldn’t never a-put out that fire. It stretched along to th’ north mor’n a mile. There wuz a lot o’ snow, but th’ trees wuz all dry an’ th’ snow never seemed to stop it at all. We piled up big snow banks in front o’ it, not having water, but th’ snow never even checked it. ’Fore an hour that fire wuz a-jumpin’ a hundred yards at a crack, an’ we knowed we wuz in fer it, but we kep’ a-fightin’ it jist th* same. • “Pap seemed jist as crazy as Clark, an’ got right in amongst th’ failin’ trees, an’ finally one o’ them trees caught him. I wruz over to another place then, but when I come back they told me ’bout it. As ffer Jim Clark, he went plum crazy, an’ besides lost every dollar he had, an’ as fer me, I lost Pap, an’ that wuz more’n Clark lost. Them lumber jacks never did get any money fer th’ work they done, an’ some o* them froze to death in th’ woods afore they got back to town. Wc paddled our conoes back tc Crown island in silence. Frazer’s story had set every man of us to thinking of the dangers these hardy pioneers had faced when Canada was young. They had suffered the same hardships that our own pioneers had undergone, and many of them for the same cause—a free home in a new land. It was with pleasure that I listened to the heavy downpour of rain the overhanging clouds had brought as I lay in my crude bunk in the clubhouse on Crown island an hour later, ahd when we arose the next morning to get an early start at fishing the incipient forest fire of th* evening before was a thing of the past. All that remained of it was a hundred gaunt dead trees from which the ateam caused by the night's rain was still rising.

MESSAGE TO CONGRESS, Oplalopa of the Preai on the Presfc dent’s Statements and Recommendations. President’s McKinley’a message is much longer than necessary. It is to be noted that the statement contains little or nothing new.—San Francisco Call (Ind. Rep.). Long as it is, it is for the most part inconclusive. Those who look to it for a clear and incisive definition of policy will be disappointed, except as concerns the enlargement of the army.—Philadelphia Times. Mr. McKinley’s message to congress declares, in effect, that he shall continue working for empire and the trusts, and that he believes the people at the polls in November sanctioned such service.—St. Louis Republic. r

President McKinley has repeated through his message the old experiment of trying to say little or nothing in many words. A sparsity of ideas and a voluminosity of language were, perhaps, his best policy at this peculiar time.—Chicago -Chronicle. President McKinley’s annual message to congress contains much interesting matter, but very little that is new, and although 20,000 words long, is most remarkable for what it does not say. It is almost dumb as to the future.—Chicago 'ftmes-Herald (Rep.). “Benevolent” is the only word that conveys a general idea of Mr. McKinley’s message to congress. The milk of human kindness oozes from every line. Peace and good •wall drip from every word. While reading it one can fairly hear the president purr.—Detroit Free Press. An Iniquitous Measure. The mass of the people are unable to see how the proposed subsidy legislation is to benefit them, while they do see how it will benefit- a small but favored class. The common people see that the intention is to tax them to aid men who already have large means. The people will not submit patiently to such an abuse of legislative power. The pending shipping subsidy bill is peculiarly iniquitous because it proposes to bestow special favors on a few particular lines which already have most liberal mail contracts. The bill does not favor the “tramp” steamers, which are the carriers of so large a percentage of ocean freights. The wealthy corporations which own passenger steamers are to be the chief beneficiaries of a subsidy scheme which it is hoped to saddle on the country for 30 years at a total cost of $270,000,000. Vessels in existence on January 1 last which can take advantage of the law if passed will receive subsidies for ten years. Vessels built after the law is enacted, in compliance with its terms up to 1910, will receive a subsidy for 20 years.—Chicago Tribuna (Rep.)._ Imperialism to Role. The president’s message is a confession that, in so far as it is possible to Mr. McKinley and the republican party, the government is to be administered on lines of imperialism and of class privilege that are foreign to the spirit of its founders. Politically speaking, Mr. McKinley has good warrant for the toneHsf his message. His campaign for reelection was necessarily made on these issues, the democratic assault on the trusts and imperialism being exceptionally fierce. The people at the polls supported Mr. McKinley in this conflict of opinion. All that now remains to be seen is whether or not' the people best know what was good for themselves and for the country when they extended the McKinley lease of power for four years more. The president himself is faithful, in his message, to those things for which he stood in the campaign which ended in his reelection to the presidency. —St. Louis Republic. An Intoxicating: Song:. The song of national triumph, mastering power and irresistible expansion and material progress now fills all ears. It has been set to musio of republican composition. Its stirring strains are calculated to lift a congress, constituted as this one and meetingatsuch a time as this, from oil its feet. All of the traditional shrewdness and discipline of the republican management at Washington will be needed to prevent action on the presumption that the present gr^at industrial prosperity of the country is to continue unabated and that the mighty and increasing revenues of the government are to go on indefinitely at present rates.—Springfield (Mass.) Republican.

-If the superannuated rubbish known as our navigation laws, which protectionism has placed upon our statute books, were wiped out there would soon be ships enough under the American flag to do all otir carrying to for* eign countries. As it is, a great many ships-owned by Americans are sailing under the flags of foreign nations because protection crankery will not lei them have an American registry.—Columbus (O.) Press-Post. a . IN THE ANIMAL KINGDOM. Shetland has had a wonderful herring catch this season, 320,400 crans, valued %t over $1,500,000. This is a record for all Scotland. Fearing a plague of rats, Antwerp has organised an official rat hunt, a penny being given by the authorities for every animal killed. Walter Bothchild, of London, has a collection of 84 turtles from all parts of the world. Some, weighing over 400 pounds, are believed to be about 85Q years old.

GROSSING THE FERRY Dr. Talmage Tells of David’s Passage Over the Jordan. Be Drews a Lesson of Comfort and Hopefulness to All God’s Children—The Ferry to Heaven.

[Copyright, 1900, by Louis, Klopsch.] Washington, Dec. 9. From an unnoticed incident of olden time Dr. Talmage in this discourse draws some comforting and rapturous lessons. The text is 2 Samuel 19:18: “And there went over a ferryboat to carry over the king’s household,” Which of the crowd is the king? That short man, sunburnt and in fa* tigue dress. It is David, the exiled kin^. He has defeated his enemies and is now going home to resume his palace. Good! I always like to see David come out ahead. But between him and his home there is the celebrated river Jordan which has to be passed. The king unaccompanied to the bank of the river by an aristocratic old gentleman of 80 years, Barzillai by name, who owned a fine country seat at Rogelim. Besides that, David has his family with him. But how shall they get across the riTer? While they are standing there I see a ferryboat coming from the other side, and as it cuts through the water I see the faces of David and his household brighten up at the thought of so soon getting home. No sooner has the ferryboat struck the shore than David, and his family and ,his old friend Barzillai, from Rogelim, get on board the boat. Either with splashing oars at the side or with one oar sculling at the stern of the boat they leave the eastern bank of the Jordan and start for the western bank. That western bank is black with crowds of people, who are waving and shouting at the approach of the king •nd his family. The military are all out. Some of those who have been David’s worst enemies now shout until they are hoarse at his return. No sooner has the boat struck the shore on the western side than the earth quakes and the heavens ring with cheers of welcome and congratulation. David and his family and Barzillai from Rogelim step ashore. King David asks his old friend to go with him and live at the palace, but Barzillai apologizes and intimates that he is infirm with age and too deaf to appreciate the music, and has a delicate appetite that would soon be cloyed with luxurious living, and so he begs that David would let him go back to his country •eat. I once heard the father of a president of the United States ,say that he had jnst been to Washington to see his son in the white house, and he told me of the wonderful things that occurred there, and of what Daniel Webster said to him, but he declared: “I was glad to get home. There was too much going on there for me.” My father, an aged man. made his last visit at my house in Philadelphia, and after the church service was over, and we went home, some one in the house asked the aged man how he enjoyed the service. “Well,” he replied, “I enjoyed the service, but there were too many people there for me. It troubl£J*Sjv head very much.” The fact is thht old people do not like excitement. If King David had asked Barzillai 30 years before to go to the palace, the prcbability is that Barzillai would have gone, but not now. They kiss-each other goodby, a custom among men oriental, but in vogue yet where two brothers part or an aged father and a son go away from each other never to meet again. No wonder that their lips met as King David and old Barzillai, at the prow, of the ferryboat, parted forever. This river Jordan, in all ages and among all languages,.has been the symbol of the boundary line between earth and Heaven. Yet when on a former occasion I preached to you about the Jordanic passage I have no doubt that some of you despondingly said: “The Lord might have divided Jordan for Joshua, but not for poor me.” Cheer up! I want to show you that there is a way over Jordan as well as through it. My text says: “And there went over a ferryboat to carry over, the king’s household.” All our cities are familiar with the ferryboat. It goes from San Francisco to Oakland and from Liverpool to Birkenhead, and twice every secular day of the week multitudes are on the ferryboats of our great cities, so that you will need to hunt up a classical dictionary to find out what I mean while I am speaking to you about the passage of David and his family across the river Jordan.

My subject, in the first place, impresses me with the fact that when we cross over from this world to the next the boat will have to come from the other side. The tribe of Judah, we are informed, sent this ferryboat across to get David and his household. I stand on the eastern side of the river Jordan. and I find no shipping at all. but while I am standing there I see a boat plowing through the river, and as I hear the swirl of the waters and the boat comes to the eastern side of the Jordan and David and his family and his old friend step- on- ocard that boat I am mightily impressed with the fact that when we cros* over from this world to the next the boat will have to come from the opposite shore. A guide at Niagara falls said to me: **Do you see that rock down in the rapids?” I said: “Yea.” “Well,” he said, “some years ago a man got into the rapids and floated down until he came to that rock, and he clutched that and held on. We sent five lifeboats at different times out to him, and they were all broken to splinters. After awhile we got him some food, but he could not eat it. He seemed to have no appetite. He wanted to get ashore, and the poor fellow held on and held on, and with a shriek louder than the thunder of the cataract he went over.” When a man puts out from the shore of this world on the tlver of Death in a boat of his own

construction, he has worse disas er than that—shipwreck, eternal d .pwreck. Blessed be God, there ia a boat c> sting' from the other side! Transpoj tation at last for our souls from he other shore; everything about . i hit Gospel from the other shore; par ion from the other shore; mercy from ;he other shore; pity from the other

shore; ministry of angels from the other shore; power to work mini jles from the other shore; Jesus Cli rist from the other shore. “This is a 1: ithfnl saying and worthy of all acce ?tation that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners,” and from a foreign shore I see the ferryboat * oming, and it rolls with the surges of a Saviour's suffering; but as it stiikes the earth the mountains rock, amt the dead adjust their apparel so that they may be fit to come out. That boat touches the earth, and glorious Thomas Walsh gets into it in his expiring moment, saying: “He has come! He has come! My Belo> ed is mine, and I am His.” Good.>arah Wesley got into that boat, and us she shoved off from the shore she > ried: “Open the gates! Open the gi.tes!” I bless God that as the boat came from the other shore to take David and his men across, so, when v e are about to die, the boat will come from the same direction. God forbi; , that I should ever trust to anythin; • that ■tarts from this side. Again, my subject suggests that when we cross over at the la it the King will be on board the boa . Ship carpentry in Bible times was in its infancy. The boats were no skillfully made, and I can very eas ly imagine that the women and tbs children of the King's household might have been nervous about gohig on that boat, afraid that the oars asm or the helmsman might give o\it and that the boat might be dashed on the rocks, as sometimes boats were dashed in the Jordan, and then I con d have imagined the boat starting an I rocking, and they crying out: “Oh, we are going to be lost. We are going down!” Not so. The King was on bo ird the boat, and those women and f hildren and all the household of 11 e king knew that every care was t, .ken to have the king—the head of he empire—pass in safety. Now, I want to break up a lelusion in your mind, and that is this When our friends go out of this w >rld, we feel sorry for them, because they have to go alone; and parents hod on to the hands of their children who are dying, and hold on to something of the impression that the montint they let go the little one will b» in the darkness and in the boat all alone. “Oh,” the parent says, “if I could only go with my child, I would b j willing to die half a dozen times, hm afraid she will be lost in the woods ar in the darkness; I am afraid she will be very much f^ihhtened in the boat all alone.” I l^peak up the delusion. When a soul goes to Heavei., it does not go alone; the King is m board the boat. Was Paul alone ii . the last extremity? Hear the shoit of the sacred missionary as he crie: out: “I am now ready to be offered and the time of my departure is a u* hand.” Was John Wesley alone iit -Ihe last extremity? No. Hear him say: “Best of all, God is "with us.” Was Sir William Forbes alone in th » last extremity? No. Hear him fay to his friends: “Tell all the peop'i j who are coming down to the bed of d ?ath from „my experience it has no terrors.” “Oh,” say a great many people, “that does very well for distinguig hed Christians, butEfor me, a common man, for me, a common woman, we can’t expect that guidance and k ip.” If I should give you a passage o Scripture that would promise to you positively when y^u are crossing the river to the next world the King Would be in the boat, would you believe the promise? “Oh, yes,” you say, I would.” Here is the promise: “Vhen thou passest through the water j, I will be with thee, and through i he rivers, they shall not overflow th< e.” Christ at the sick pillow to take t he soul out of the bod}-; Christ to he p the soul down, the bank into the bas.t; Christ midstream; Christ on the ether side to help the soul up the beach. Be comforted about your departed friends. Be comforted about your own demise when the time shall come. Tell it to all the people under the sun that no Christian ever die: alone; the King is in the boat. Again, my text suggests that leaving this world for Heaven is only crossing a ferry. Dr. Shaw estimates the average width of th* Jordan to be about 30 yards. What, so narrow?

Yes. “There went over a ;erryboat to carry the king’s household.”' Yes, going to Heaven is only a short trip— only a ferry. It may 1>; 80 miles— that is, SO years—before \ e get to the wet bank on the other side, but the crossing is short. I will tell you the whole secret. It is not five minutes across, nor three, nor t iro, nor one minute. It is instantaneous transportation. People talk tis though leaving this life, the Christian went pxuliging and floundering and swim-* ming, to crawl up exhausted on the other shore, and to be ] >uHed out of the pelting surf as by i Ramsgate lifeboat. No such thing. It is only a ferry. It is so narrow that we can hail each other from bunk to bank. It is only four arms’ leigths across. The arm of earthly farewell put out from thia side, the arm of Heavenly welcome put out from t ie other side, while the dying Christian, standing midstream, stretches or t nis arms, the one to take the farewell of earth, and the Other to take the greeting of Heaven. That makes four arms’ lengths across the rivei. Blessed be God, that when we leave this world we are not t > have a great and perilous enterprise >f getting into I f eaven. Not a dangeroi ,s Franklin expedition to find the nor1 invest passage among icebergs. Only a ferry. That scoonaU for something */ciu have never

been able to understand. Tou never supposed that very nervous and timid Christian people could be so unexcited and placid in the last hour. The fact is, they were clear down on the bank, and they saw there w as nothing to be frightened about. Such a short distance—only a ferry. With one ear they heard the funeral psalm in their memory, and with the other ear they heard the song of Heavenly salutation. The willows on this side the Jordan and the Lebanon cedars on the other almost interlocked their branches. Only a

ferry. My subject also suggests the fact that when we cross over at the last we shall find a solid landing. The ferryboat as spoken of in my text means a place to start from and a place to land. David and his people did not find the eastern shore of the Jordan any more solid than the western shore where he landed, and yet to a great many Heaven is not a real place. To you Heaven is a fog bank in the distance. Now, my Heaven is a solid Heaven. After- the resurrection has come you will have a resurrected foot and something to tread on and a resurrected eye and colors to see with it and a resurrected ear and music to regale it. Smart men in this day are making a great deal of fun about St. John’s materialistic descriptions of Heaven. Well; now, my friends, if you will tell me what will be the use of a resurrected body in Heaven with nothing to tread on and nothing- to hear and nothing to handle and nothing to taste then I will laugh, too. Are you going to float about* in ether forever, swinging about your hands and feet through the air indiscriminately, one moment sweltering in the center of the sun and the next moment shivering in the mountains of the moon? That is not my Heaven. Dissatisfied with John’s materialistic Heaven, theological thinkers are trying to patch up a Heaven that will do Yor them at last; I never heard of a Heaven I want to go to except St. John’s Heaven. I believe I shall hear Mr. Toplady sing yet and Isaac Watts recite hymns and Mozart play. “Oh,” you say, “where would you get the organ?” The Lord will , provide the organ. Don’t you bother about the organ.; I believe I shall yet see David with a harp, and I will ask him to sing one of the songs of Zion. I * believe after the resurrection I shall see Massillon, the great French pulpit orator, and I shall hear from his owr lips how he felt on that day when he preached the king’s funeral 6ermoo and flung his whole audienee into a paroxysm of grief and solemnity. 1 have no patience with your transcend* "ental^ gelatinous, gaseous Heaven. My Heaven is not a fog bank. My eyes are unto the hills, the everlasting hills The King’s ferryboat, starting from 8 wharf on this side, w-ill go to a wharf on the other side. Again, my subject teaches that w-hei we cross over at the last we shall be mel at the landing. When David and hi* family went over in the ferryboat spoken of in the text, they landed amid a nation that had come out to greet thega. As they stepped from the deck of the boat to the shore there were thousands of people who gathered around them to express a satisfactior that was beyond description. And sc you and I will be met at the landing Our arrival will be like stepping ashore at Antwerp or Constantinople among a crowd of strangers. It will be among friends, good friends, those who are warm-hearted friends, and all theii friends. We know people whom w* have never seen by hearing somebody talk about them very much; Sve know them almost as well as if we had seer them. And do you suppose that ©ui parents and brothers and sisters and children in Heaven have been talking about us all these years, and talking to their friends? So that, I suppose, when we cross the river at the last we shall not only be met by all those Christian friends whom we knew or earth, but by all their friends. They will come down to the landing to meet us. Your departed friends love you now more than they ever did. You will be surprised at the last to find how they know about all the affairs of your life Why, they are only across the ferry, and the boat is coming this way, and the boat is going that way. I do not know but they have already asked th« Lord the day, the hour, the moment when you are coming across and that they know now, but I do know that yon will be met at the landing. The poet Southey said he thought he should know Bishop Heber in Heaven by the portraits he had seen of him in London, and Dr. Randolph said he thought he would know William Cowper, the poet, in Heaven, frpm the pictures he had seen of him in England; but we will know our departed kindred by the portraits hung in the throneroom of opr, hearts. j

But there is a thought that comes over*§s like an electric shock. Do I belong to the King’s household? Mark you, the text says: “And there went over a ferryboat to earthy over the king’s household,” and none but the king’s household. Then I ask: “Do I belong to the household? Do yoh?’’ If you do not, come to-day and be adopted into that household. “Oh,” says some soul here: “I do not know whether the King wants me!” He does; he does. Hear the voice from the throne: “I will be a father to them, and they shall be my sons and daughters, said the Lord Almighty.” “Him that eometh unto me,” Christ says, “I will in nowise cast out.” Come into the King’s household. Sit down at the King’s table. Come in and take your apparel from the King’s wardrobe, even the wedding garment of Christ’s righteousness* Come in and inherit the King’s wealth. Come in and cross in the King’s ferryboat. Why He olbjected. Ferdy—Hep dad is trying to stave oil the engagement. Algy—He has a barrel of money, I suppose? Ferdy—Yes; and imagines I want to take the staves off the barrel.—*v Judge. • \ \ „ ' . r