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Children's Love Your By ltev. Stuart J I say unto you, love your enemies, do good tn them which hate you.?Luke 6:27. Our papers all filled these days with news of the great war in Europe. The Germans hate the I nglish, and the English hate the Turks, and the Turks hate the Italians, and the Italians hate the Austrians, and the Austrians liate the l.ussians. Everybody hates somebody else, and so we have this dreadful war, for war teaehes i:;en to hate their enemies. Jesus taught us to love our enemies, lie was always telling us to do something that is hard. You know it is i ot hard to love your parents and your friends and those who love you. You can't help loving them. But it is not so easy to love those who hate you. Jesus loved his enemies. He loved Judas. He prayed for the men who crucified him and then he died to save them from their sins. And he told us that we ought to love our enemies. If people would only love their enemies there would be no more war. There are several reasons why we ought to f PV to 10VP oilr nnom inc .v . w WM>. vuvuttvo* 1XV1 Vy ID U1IU. II WC love them they will not be enemies very long, but friends. i'uul said, "if thine enemy hunger feeu him, if lie thirst give him drink, for in so doing tliou shalt heap coals of fire on his head." In war time when an army wished to conquer a ity and make it impossible for it to be aa enemy any longer, they set it on fire. They put coals of fire on it and burned it up. That was a sure way to overcome it. So Paul tells us if we want to conquer our enemies the host way is to do good to them. It will make it impossible for them to be our enemies any longer. One of our papers told the story of. an Englishman and a German who had both been severely wounded in one of the battles in Northern France. They lay very near together in the trench. One of them had some water in his canteen and the other had none, so the one who had the water crawled over and shared it. with his suffering enemy. And then they la gan to love each other, and when they loved <?ne another they couldn't be enemies any longer. The surest way to conquer an enemy is not to fight him, but to love him. Another reason we ought to love our enemies is because it brings out the very best that is in us. If you had a little garden what would you CONCERNING PREFERENCES. A little girl was showing me her best hat one day not long ago. The hat was trimmed with pink ribbon. "Pink is my favorite color,'1 said the little girl. "It is a very good color to have for a favorite," I said. The little girl loked down at her coat, which was blue. "Blue is my favorite color, too," she remarked. At that moment a little girl friend in a red dress came along. "Red is my favorite color, too," the little ftirl added. "You have a great many favorite colors," I suggested. "Yes," agreed the little girl, "I have; any bright color is my favorite color." She was an eager, happy, merry little girl. Her mother in speaking of her said, "She gets ft lot of fun out of life." She does. I am in PRESBYTERIAN OP THE S< i Sermon Enemies. SJye Hutchison. do with it? You would plant flower or vegetable seeds there and raise something that would be pretty and useful. You would not plant in that garden the seeds of weeds and poisonous plants that would be useless and hurtful. In the same way Jesus tells us that in the garden of the heart we must be sure and plant only good seeds, seeds of love and kindness. We must not allow a single plant of hate to grow there, even hate for our enemies. But there is a greater reason still for loving our enemies, and that is because Jesus commanded us to do it. Long ago there was a negro slave in the West Indies who had been converted and became a Christian. He was so useful to his master that he made him overseer of the plantation. One day the planter was going to buy some new slaves from a ship that had just landed and he took the overseer to help him select them. After looking about a little the overseer found a poor, decrepid old man and asked his master to purchase him. The planter laughed at the idea. What was such a poor old man good for? But the overseer begged so hard that the owner of the ship offered to throw the old man in if they would buy a certain number of other slaves, and the master agreed to take him. On the way home the overseer was very careful of the poor, broken down old man. When they reached home he took him to his own hut and laid him on his own bed and gave him the best food that he had and treated him like a king. The planter was surprised that he should show so much kindness to the old African, and said to him, "Is that old man your father that you take such good care of him?" "No, massa, he no my father." "Perhaps he is your brother?" "No, massa, he no my bruder." "Then he must be your uncle, or some old friend?" "No, massa, he no kin to me at all." - men why show so much kindness to him?" "Massa, he my old enemy. He the man that took me from my house and sold me to the trader. My Bible tell me to love my enemy; when ho hungry feed him; when ho thirsty give him drink. So I do what my Bible tell me." "Wouldn't it be a fine thing if we could all try to do what our Bibles say, as this slave did? There would be no more war or trouble, but all would be peace and happiness. Norfolk, Va. clined to think the reason why she does is that "any bright color is her favorite color." There are a number of bright colors; so many that one, at least, is almost certain always to be within that little girl's range of vision. If she liked only pink, or blue, or red, or any one bright color, she would miss a great deal of simple satisfaction. She would not get nearly so much fun out of life. I have a friend who has a garden in which a great variety of flowers grow; from April to October that garden is full of blossoms. "You seem to like to grow any kind of flower," I heard some one say to her recently, "I only enjoy cultivating my favorite flowers." "Favorite flowers!" exclaimed my friend. "I grow my favorite flowers!" "Why! You have no favorite flowers," said her neierhbor in ast.onishiriAnt "Oh, yes, I have," my friend returned. "Every flower is my favorite flower 1" She has a beautiful garden, that friend 1 Long 3UTH. (481) 7 before, and long after, and often in between times, when her neighbor's garden has no flowers in it at all, or only a few blossoms, my friend's garden is a riot of color and fragrance. It is easy to see why?every flower is her favorite flower. Does not something similar happen in connection with preferences touching more important matters? Does not the man whose favorite author is any good author read more books than the man whose favorite author is some one particular person? Does not the wo....... r....?-1.MJ jr-!- i * ....... ..iiwov itttumu i_iinu-iiiL*ua is every ciniufriend have a happier and fuller experience of childhood than the woman whose favorite child is some one particular little boy or girl? And in the realm of manners and morals, does not the person whose favorite virtue or favorite courtesy is every virtue and every courtesy, both give more and receive more than the person whose favorite virtue or favorite courtesy is only one particular thing? In short, does not the person who likes and enjoys all good things get more fun out of life than the person whose preferences are more limited?? Elizabeth McCracken, in Home Progress. WONDERINGS. I wonder if, when all the world Was big and bare and brown, God told the angels they might help, And they came flying down. And if the big, strong angels brought The trees and heavy things, And little angels had the flowers Tucked underneath their wings? I wonder if the angels now Help flowers to get all fixed, So roses red and buttercups Won't get their colors mixed? I wonder if they tell the birds Just how to sing and fly? 1 WnnrlAI* wnn/1 ni? 1 /vf _ - ! UUUV/1 IUIB HI llllllgii; I wonder why I'm I. ?Elizabeth Ellis Scantlebury. WHY NOT LIVE IN THE LIGHT? Our God is willing to light up our ordinary roads, even the byways and back streets of our daily life. Few of us spend our days in the main streets. Most of our life is passed in very quiet ways, often in trudging along very rough and rutty roads. Well, we can go along them all "by revelation," with God's soft light of grace falling upon the deep ruts and the sharp stones. In every path of duty we can have these revealing rays, warm and sunny with the very love of God. Every way can be illumined, and in the heaviest and most miry road the place of our feet can be glorious.?Rev. J. II. Jowett, in the Christian Herald. THE BOYS WE LIKE. The boy who never makes fun of old age, no matter how decrepit or unfortunate or evil it may be. God's hand rests lovingly on the aged head. Cheating is contemptible anywhere and at any age. His play should strengthen, not weaken, his character. The boy who never calls anybody bad names, no matter what anybody calls him. The boy who is never cruel. The boy who never li?>s. uri.itn i;?? 1? . V? n?**W 1IVO iUU > l* black spots on the character. The hoy who never makes fun of a companion because of a misfortune lie could not help. The boy who never hesitates to say uNo" when asked to do a wrong thing. The boy who never quarrels. The boy who never forgets that God made him to be a joyous, loving, helpful being.?Philadelphia Public Ledger.