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How the Seed Grows. By Rev. Stuart Nye Hutchison, D. D. Except a corn of wheat fall to the ground and die, it abideth alone. John 12:24. If you go in the seed stores at this time of t lie year you will find everyone very busy. People are planting their gardens and they must have seeds. Some of the seeds are large and some are as small as the head of a pin. But in everyone of those seeds there is that wonderful thing that we call life. We know that things have life when. we see them move and grow. How can you make the life come out of that seed? You might lay it down on the mantel-piece and leave it there for a year, or ten years, and it would not move or change. You might take your knife and cut it up and try to find the life, and you could not find it. There is only one way that you can make the life come out of that little seed and that is to bury it in the ground. Take it and plant it in the ground, and water it, and before long out of that seed the life will begin to come and soon there is a plant growing there where the seed was buried. Do you know that that is what happens when we take those we love and bury them in the cemetery! They have to die, and be buried before they really begin to live. The eternal life that God has given us is stronger than all the power of death. A long time ago there was a man who died and they took his body and they put it in a tomb made of great pieces of rock, and they sealed it up and bound it all around with iron. Hut one day there was a little seed blown by the wind, and it fell down between two of those great stones, and it sprouted and began to grow there. It became bigger and bigger till it pushed those big stones apart and broke the iron bands and burst open the tomb. There was more power in that little seed than there was in that stone tomb. Now, if a seed can do that, you may be sure that God is great enough and strong enough when the time comes to open the graves and bring back to life those that are asleep there. Do you remember last fall when the wind was blowing and it was beginning to be cold and the leaves were falling from the trees and all the flowers were withering and dying how sorry we were? It seemed so sad to see them all die. And then the winter came, with the snow now and then, and the cold, and the poor dead trees and grass, what a pity it all seemed. But this month we have seen some thing very wonderful happening. The dead trees have come to life again and the leaves are coming out and before long they will be more beautiful than they were last fall. The flowers are blooming, too. They were not realh dead. They were only asleep for the winter, till God told them to wake up. So there is coming a time when we will all die and will be laid away in the ground. But Jesus says that we are not really dead, only asleep, and some day God will say "Wake up," and we will live again, more beautiful and perfect, than we have ever been in life. Before Jesus came people were afraid to die. A baby goes to sleep in his mother's arms, lie isn't afraid, because he knows that those arms that love him are about him. When we are Christians God's arms ar* about us and we need not fear. That is what Moses meant when he said long ago, "The Lord God is thy refuge and underneath are the ever lasting arms." Norfolk, Va. LIKES THE STORIES. Dear Presbyterian : ? My father takes your good paper. I like to read the stories and let ters in it. I go to school and ani in the fifth grade. I am twelve years old. My teacher's name is Miss Lorena Mizelle. I go to Sunday school every time I can. I have two brothers ami three sisters. Your unknown friend, r Woodbine, Ga. Herschel Wise. Dear Ilerschel: I am glad you like the stories. Which one do you think is the best we have had lately? H. A. BABY CURL. Dear Presbyterian : ? I am a little baby girl seven years old. My father takes your good paper and I like to hear the stories read to me. 1 can read some of the letters myself. I have three sisters ott' at school. Rev. R. A. MoLeod is our preacher. We all like him very much. Your litle unknown friend, Manchester, N. C. Benuie McFadyn. Dear Bennie: Don't you think it is nice to l?e the baby girl? I do. I am glad you are learning to read the letters yourself. You enjoy them I know. W* AN ANSWER. Dear Presbyterian I will answer Louise Carson's puzzles. The cities are : 1. Washing ton; 2. New York; 3. Boston; 4. Richmond; 5. Baltimore. I have a pet cat and chicken. I enjoy reading the letters and stories aud most ?f all the children's sermon. My father takes your paper. My cousin is one of the teachers here. Your friend, Berryton, Ga. Mary Powell. Dear Mary: I like to read the Children's Sermons, too. Do you try to do what they say we ought to do? H. A. HER FIRST LETTER. Dear Presbyterian: ? I am ten years old. I am in the fourth grade at school. I have two brothers and one sister. My mother takes your paper. This is the tirst letter I have writ ten to you. I go to Sunday-school every Sun day I can. My Sunday-school teacher is Mrs. Austin. Your unknown friend, Laurel, Miss. Grace Andrews. Dear Grace: You must not let this be your last letter, but write again real soon. Tell us something about your State, can't you! H. A. PROUD OF HIS TESTAMENT. Dear Presbyterian: I am eight years old. I go to school every day. My teacher is Miss Mary Firebaugh. I like her fine. I go to Bethesda church, and Sunday-school, and I am in the junior class. Miss Mary Brown Ander son is my teacher. Mamma taught me the Catechism last spring when I was in bed with a broken leg. I am proud of my Testament and certificate. Please print this for me as I want to surprise my papa. Your little friend, Edwin Claude Bare. R. 5, Lexington, Va. Dear Edwin : When are you going to learn the Shorter Catechism and get a diploma and Bible? H. A. LOVES TO GO TO SCHOOL. Dear Presbyterian : ? r am a boy ten years old. I go to the Rivermont Avenue Presbyterian Sunday-school. My teacher is Mr. T. A. Heath. I have a brother in the same class. His name is Bland, and our pastor is Rev. E. M. Delaney. I go to the Rivermont school. My teacher is Miss Mallan. I love to go to school. Lynchburg, Va. Rawley Eckhardt. Dear Rawley: I am glad you like to go to school. Why don't you write us something about the Hill City? Some of our boys and girls live where there aren't any hills, nor steps from one street to another like you have. H. A. ' BUSTER." Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy six years old. I go to Sunday-school every Sunday I can and my mamma is my teacher. I am learning to read, but have not started to school yet. I have one sister eleven years old and no brothers. I have a collie pup named "Bust er" aud two little kittens. Please publish my letter as I want to surprise my little cousins. Your little friend, Clifton Forge, Va. Ernest B. Hunt, Jr. Dear Ernest : How do Buster and the kit tens get along together? I wish I could see Buster. I love collies, they are such splendid dogs. H. A. HAS WON THE GOLD PIN. Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl six years old. I go to school every day I can, and to Sunday-school, too, when I can. I am studying the young children's Catechism and cau answer 50 questions perfectly, and have won the gold pin for the Little Cross and Crown System for not missing Sunday-school in one year in North Carolina. I have one brother, three years old and a little sister two years old, and have one pet cat named Captain Jinks, which is smart to catch mice. Hope to see my little letter in print. Mamma reads me the little stories and letters and I enjoy them so much. Your little friend, Chester, Va. Alethea Manning. Dear Alethea: You are very proud of your gold pin, I am sure. You will have to work hard now, and have another year's perfect at tendance. H. A. A LOT OF FUN. Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl seven years old. 1 go to school horse-back on rainy days. Miss Pauline Davis is my teacher, aud 1 like her so much. 1 have a little sister four years old and a little brother who will be two years old in April. We have a good time play ing school and Sunday-school at home. I have six little cousins who live near us, and we have a lot of fun together. I have mother to read the Children's Letters to me. I wish more South Carolina girls would write. Your friend, Seneca, S. O. Eleanor Wright. Dear Eleanor: It is fine to have so many children to play with. Do you like to ride horse-back T H. A.