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is not condemned at all ? "there is no condem
nation to them that are in Christ Jesus." Mr. Stevens is probably misled by such statement as "ye are not under law, but under grace." This and like statements of Paid cannot mean that "not a jot or a tittle is left for us to ob serve." They mean that we arc not under the law as the basis of our salvation, but are under grace as the basis of our salvation. Though Christians are not under the law as a means of salvation they are under it as a ride of duty. "The moral law doth forever bind all, as well justified persons as others, to the obedience thereof. Neither doth Christ in the gospel any way dissolve, but much strengthen, this ob ligation." He that hath my commandments, and keepeth them, he it is that loveth me. Till heaven ard earth pass, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfiled. Whosoever therefore shall break one of these least commandments, and shall teach men so, he shall be called the least in the king dom of heaven : but whosoever shall do and teach them, the same shall be called great in the kingdom of heaven." "I)o we make void the law through faith?" as Mr. Stevens unmis takably does. "Cod forbid: yea, we establish the law. What then? shall we sin, because we are not under law, but under grace? Cod for bid." "For the law is holy; and the com mandment holy, and just, and good." Mr. Stevens makes a fourth error in that he would caneel the biblical distinction between the common and the holy. He endeavors to make the point that tithing is useless because all our property is the property of the Lord which he uses on all days alike, "just as much as on some high and so-called holy day, for every day is holy to his children." Now, it is true that Cod is the absolute owner and what we have we have only in trust; rigorously speaking we are only stewards. "If I were hungry, I would not tell thee: for the world is mine, and the fulness thereof." While this is true Cod Himself makes and emphasizes a distinction in respect to one-seventh of our time and one-tenth of our income both of which are to be "holy unto the Lord." Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy. All the tithe of the land, . . is the Lord's: it is holy unto the Lord. If, as Mr. Stevens affirms, "every day is holy to his children," it must follow that all our usual vocations, worldly employ ments and recreations which are lawful and right on other days, are just as lawful and right on the Sabbath. Farming, manufacturing, buy ing and selling; ball games, swimming, hunt ing and fishing are just as permissible on the Sabbath as on any day, if all d^ys are alike holy. If all our income and property are the Lord's in exactly the same sense, they all be come comnjon and instead of God getting ten tenths, as Mr. Stevens claims is the case, He gets none at all as "holy unto the Lord" which He commands the tenth to be made. So, the removal of this distinction which God has made, instead of making everything holy, prop erty and time, works out practically that Noth ing is Holy. Print a whole page in ital ics for emphasis and thei'e is no emphasis. Who believes a man svho swears to every state ment he makes? No difference between the common and the holy? Then there is no dif ference between plowing and preaching; be tween playing and praying, one's children and one's pigs, one's Shakespeare and one's Hible. Washington, Kentucky. He prayetli well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. ? Coleridge. INDIAN PHILOSOPHER. (Mentioned as the Laughing King of Acco mac by the first white visitor to the Eastern Shore.) By Rev. Dr. L. P. Bowen. I sit beside my own tepee, The twilight dim and pleasant; There blows a breeze of long ago, The past becomes the present; 1 sit beside my own tepee, And Reduien are my company. While fireflies glimmer In the air And froths sing in the meadows, Some phantom sound pervades the grove And floats amid the shadows; And mirth and gladness echo back From ancient day? in Accomac. John Smith, Virginia's knightliest knight, His pinnace on the waters, Has lately interviewed the tribes, The forest's sons and daughters, And dropped on Debodeaven's track, The Laughing King of Accomac. By shores where the explorer led, I build my woodland dwelling. And sit beside my own tepee And live the tale I'm telling, While, smiling on my courtesy, Old Debodeaven talks with me. "I laugh because the waters laugh," So says the royal fellow; "I laugh because the happy sun Is sporting with each billow; Oh, it is better far by half Than gloomy broodings and no laugh. "I'm laughing at strange-visaged men Who took the crazy notion To leave their own fair homes behind And dare the roaring ocean; I laugh because that bloodless race Have got no copper in their face. "I smile my smile that Accomac Has got her home-born Platos; Because it is the Paradise Of ramified potatoes, And where an oyster heaven abounds, Like Indian's happy hunting grounds. "I laugh because in these pure climes Bach bay and cove and creek Knows how to build up gentlemen ? Like neighbor Kiptopeke;; And on and on the future brings New laughter for new Laughing Kings. "I laugh because our women folks Do not forget their uses In baking ashcake and the pone And raising young papooses; I laugh because 'mid such fair scenes This land will always have her queens. "I laugh because I love my laugh;! And love with laugh united; ' It cures all sorts of sicknesses. By best of physic righted; If dread and frown and worry mar, What did Manitt make sunshine for? "The Indian face looks cold and grum. Like some dark doom's impending ? But no, we'll gladden while we may And scout the ills descending; If you the trick of sunshine lack, Ask Laughing King of Accomac." 1 sit beside my own tepee And see them in the gloaming, The blood of royal Powhatan Primeval forests roaming; I share Virginia far on back With Laughing Kings of Accomac. Berlin, Md. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto, "In God is our trust." ? ? Francis Scott Key. Heart to Heart JACK, THE SAILOR. Once, in a parish in England, there was an ? old sailor, who went by the name of Jack. He was always drunk ? indeed, he had no wit to be anything else. In going aloug the street one day he heard a number of women singing these simple lines: "I'm a poor sinner, And nothing at all; But Jesus Christ Is my all in all." The man gave up his drunkenness, and very soon gave up his wickedness. At last Jack went to the minister and asked to be admitted to church membership. The minister asked, "What is your experience?" "I have none," said Jack. "Well, then, John, I cannot admit you," says the minister. "Well," says Jack, "I have no experience, but "I'm a poor sinner, And nothing at all; But Jesus Christ Is my all in all." "Well," says the minister, "I will ask the deacons about your admission ; but you will be expected to state your experience." The dea cons were assembled, and Jack was called on to answer their questions, to which Jack al ways replied, "I'm a poor sinner, And nothing at all; But Jesus Christ Is my all in all." Says the old deacon, "That is not enough; tell us your doubts and fears, and why you seek admisison." "Nay," says Jack, "I have no doubt whatever that "I'm a poor sinner, And nothing at all; and I don't fear anything, But Jesus Christ Is my all in all." It was at last agreed by a majority that Jack should be admitted, and it was remarked, be fore long that he was the best man in the church ; but, as long as Jack lived, he stuck to that simple creed, "I'm a poor sinner, And nothing at all; But Jesus Christ Is my all in all." That is the whole plan of salvation. If you ' can say it from the heart you will go down to your house justified. A KIND WORD. "How little it costs, if we give it a thought, To make happy some heart each day. Just one kind word, or a tender smile, As we go on our daily way. ? Perchance a look will suffice to clear The cloud from a neighbor's face, And the press of a hand in sympathy ? A sorrowful tear efface. It costs so little I wonder why We give so little thought? A smile, kind words, a glance, a touch, What magic with them is wrought?" I always rooted up a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow. ? Abraham Lincoln.