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one process. It is the hand-picked fruit that has greatest value. Oh, teachers, the work of the pastor is important. The work of the superintendent and officers is important, but to you is it given to sow the seed on the good soil. The pastor may sow on stony ground, and amid thorns, but the child heart is good soil; that is, where the seed will bring forth a harvest of one hundred fold. Yours is a great opportunity, teacher; the opportunity of taking young lives and making out of them almost what you will—criminals, or hon orable men; infidels or Christians. Many of your scholars are just waiting for a word of invitation from you. You have spent time teaching them. Don’t let some one else reap your harvest. Speak to them individually about accepting Jesus Christ. “Perchance in heaven some day, to me Some blessed saint will come, and say, ‘All hail, hel°ve
of the Bible, forward and backward. They can repeat the. list of Hebrew kings. They know in order the seventy events of your life on earth. They can recite the Sermon on the Mount from beginning to end. Really, they are excellent scholars.” Jesus took their brains, and lo ! they dis solved to vapor, and a puff of wind blew them away. “Where are the souls of my children?” urged our Lord with sorrowful longing. Then the teacher was filled with an agony of shame that broke the bonds of sleep. “Alas!” cried the teacher. “I have done much for my children, but it is all nothing because I have not also done the One thing.” According to an old fable, Jupiter once offered a crown of honor to him who was most useful to mankind, and the court of Olympus was crowded with competitors. The warrior boasted of his patriotism, but Jupiter thundered; the rich man boasted of his munificence, and Jupiter showed him a poor man’s charity to one poorer still; the orator boasted of his power to sway a nation with his voice, and Jupiter mar shalled the hosts of heaven with a nod; the poet spoke of his power to move even the gods- by praise, Jupiter blushed; the musician claimed to practice the only human science that had been transported to heaven, Jupiter hesitated; when, seeing a venerable man looking with intense inter est upon the group of competitors but presenting no claim, he exclaimed: “Who art thou?” “Only a spectator,’’' said the gray-headed sage; “all these were once my Sunday School scholars.” “Crown him, crown him,” cried Jupiter. “Crown the "'faithful teacher and make room for him at my right hand.” Pastor, superintendent, officers, teachers, pod is counting on you. He says, “Tell the boys and girls that ‘This is my beloved Son in whom I am well pleased.’ ” Pastors,, superintendents, officers, teachers, Jesus Christ is counting on you. He says, “Suffer the little children to come unto me.” " Pastors, superintendents, officers, teachers,
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