Gardener, don't get tired sowing the seeds in my heart. Oh, kind Gardener, don't forget to furnish me a sky. Oh, Gardener, drench me with thy rain, and enswathe me with thy dew. Sweeten my breath with thy south wind's gust, and shine the lamp light of thy stars on my sleeping face, turn the wonder of thy moonlight on the place where we are trying to get into the sky, and waken me with the wonder of thy winsome look along the eastern window of my heart. Oh, Gardener, don't get tired of tending to my garden. He says, Don't worry, I never will!

I would have you mark what seed the Gardener grows. I will talk of the flowers that the Christ Gardener grows in the heart. One of these is the crocus. It is the earliest flower of the lawn. It blooms close against the winter. It barely waits till the last winter wave laps on the shoreand there is the crocus. Thank God, there is a flower that does not wait till spring is here, but grows ere spring has come, gives a prophecy. Some of you people have no call to wait, you are anguish bound, you are winter girt, you look afar, the hills are still clad with snow, the gray skies lower, the falling rain is snowflakes, and you say, "Winter, winter, winter! And then the Gardener, so we may not die from the winter, and being winter bound, and storm bound, and snow bound, where the winter's drift is barely vanished displays the crocus blooms. Oh, the Gardener plants in the heart the crocus flower.

And the Gardener plants in the heart the pansies. "Pansies, that's for thoughts," said Brother Shakespeare. Does the Gardener plant thoughts? Quite true. Do we chance to need flowers, any of them, more than thought flowers? None. The Gardener is planting thoughts, thoughts of a better life, thoughts of a day undimmed by despair. True. Thoughts of service. True. Thoughts of a life that has no weariness. True. Thoughts of a day that is not dark.

Truly. Thoughts of a prayer a heart may offer that shall do somebody help. Thoughts.

And then the Gardener plants heart's ease.

you

Oh, maybe need that flower- heart's ease. What ails your fingers beloved, that you clutch them so tight? What ails your breath that it stops and then hastens like the beating of a diseased heart? What ails your voice that it breaks like an instrument out of tune? What ails your hand that when you reach out to a friend, then all of a sudden you turn your face away and your hand shakes, and you say "Excuse me, excuse me? Oh, well, you have heartache And then the Gardener, this

and you need heart's ease. beautiful Gardener, this blessed Gardener, he is planting the flower called heart's ease, and it is for the heartening of the nations. Oh, heart, hast thou this heart's ease flower?

And then this Gardener plants the red rose of love. Every heart hath room for its red rose flower.

And this Gardener plants the amaranth, that is the flower of immortality. And when day darkens, then we take the amaranth flower of purple and put it up before our sight, and then we know time cometh when the curtain of dark is not put down and when the dull lamp of evening star is snuffed out by daylight.

And then this Gardener plants the flower of the lily, the white flower of a blameless life. This bad life, yes, and the bleak? And in that dull drear ground he plants the seed and lo, there is the white flower of a blameless life. True. And there is the lily flower of resurrection. I cannot, I cannot, I cannot pass this place. I must go in. What place is this? It is an acre. Yes. Whose is it? And I must go in. It has winter on it. ful enough, when you go in, to find the dull grave ye left and wept across with broken hearts, it is all grown white as the moonlight of June with lilies of the resurrection.

God's acre.

And all wonder

BISHOP JAMES A. QUAYLE.

THE THIRD STEP IN RENDERING.

NARRATIVE STYLE.

A Narrative is a connected account of events related as a story, an incident or an event. This style may include Anecdotes, Histories, Biographies and Travels.

The Narrative style is closely related to the Conver sational style, therefore directions for rendering that style may be followed in this.

A narration or story must have a Purpose. It may be either to entertain, to instruct or to ennoble. Beside this, the effect the narration is likely to produce must be taken into consideration.

It must have a Unity to be preserved throughout, with the unimportant subordinate to the central idea.

It must be Complete that the mind may be satisfied. In relating an Anecdote, reserve the point till all the circumstances are related. Remember: "Brevity is

the soul of wit. "

Successful story telling is a rare and charming gift. , Simple narration seems to be the easiest thing possible, yet few are able to successfully tell a good story. Young and old alike are interested in stories. A story appropriate and in harmony with the occasion is seldom out of place. Simple events may be told in the order of their happening, leaving out parts that do not bear on the story. Describing minutely all details is tedious to the listener.

Train the mind to select readily the essentials, leaving out the unessential.

Suggestions found in the chapter on Imagination will be found helpful at this point. It treats of how the mind may take up the bare facts and through the imagination re-create them with the aid of the fancy, in this way creating in commonplace happenings a new life and interest, always, of course, keeping within the bonds of truth, unless the story is a novel. The culture of the imagination aids original story telling and in rendering stories written by others. In reading, the mind must first secure the facts, the events, as they happened, as nearly as possible. Then use such material as if an actual experience, when the mind may do the re-creative work, coloring the expression with the personality of the reader, where he may respond showing his attitude toward all the incidents he narrates.

The aged, because of a large experience are especially narrative in style.

"The poor, the rich, the valliant, and the sage,
The boasting youth, and narrative old age.

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RIDING ON A CROCODILE.

By the time the cayman was within two yards of me, I saw he was in a state of fear and perturbation. I instantly dropped the mast, sprung up and jumped on his back, turn ing half round as I vaulted, so that I gained my seat with my face in a right position. I immediately seized his forelegs and by main force twisted them on his back; thus they served for a bridle. He now seemed to have recovered from his surprise, and, probably fancying himself in hostile company, began to plunge furiously and lashed the sand with his long and powerful tail. I was out of reach of it by being near his head. He continued to plunge and strike and made my seat very uncomfortable. It must have been

a fine sight for an unoccupied spectator.

The people roared out in triumph, and were so vociferous, that it was some time before they heard me tell them to pull me and my beast of burden further inland. I was apprehensive the rope might break and then there would have been every chance of going down to the regions under the water with the cayman.

The people dragged us about forty yards on the sand. It was the first and last time I was ever on a cayman's back. Should it be asked how I managed to keep my seat, I would answer, I hunted some years with Lord Darlington's fox hounds.

CHARLES WATERTON.

ADVENTURE WITH A PYTHON.

That moment the negro next to me seized the lance and held it firm in its place while I dashed head foremost into the den to grapple with the snake, and to get hold of his tail before he could do any mischief.

On pinning him to the ground with the lance, he gave a tremendous loud hiss, and the little dog ran away, howling as he went. We had a sharp fray in the den, the rotten sticks flying on all sides, and each party struggling for the superiority. I called out to the second negro to throw himself upon me as I found I was not heavy enough. He did so, and his additional weight was of great service. I had now got firm hold of his tail, and after a violent struggle or two, he gave in, finding himself overpowered. This was the moment to secure him. So while the first negro continued to hold the lance firm to the ground, and the other was helping me, I contrived to unloose my braces and with them tied up the snake's mouth.