Joseph B. (Joseph Beaumont) Hingeley.

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000,000 last year.

"AjuI 711(1111/ that were rich citsl in iniicli." Thank (lt»(l
for consecrated wealth I

"And there was a certain poor vidoir." Yes.
But so were the "rich." Xo discrimination here.

"And she threw in," just as the saints "cast their crowns"
before the throne. It's the same Avord. the Lordliness!


the prodigality of her giviiii^I She gave with tlie aliaiKloii
of a spendthrift King I

''Two Mites." Is that a ch'niax or an anti-climax? Call
it a mill — the tenth part of a cent — and you exaggerate.

"And he called his disciples unto him." It was "'too good
to keep." He was afraid tliat they would not ''catch on" I
that the rattle of the Pharisees' gold would distract their

"/ say unto you tJiat this poor widow hatJt cast in more
than all." Eelatively? Yes. But actually "more than all."
For they quit. She is still "flinging it in."

"For all they did cast in of their abundance." "Super-
fluity," "overflow." I wish that the Church of Christ would
do even that much — reach the standard of the I'hari-
sees and give some of their "overflow"' money to the Veteran
Preachers. When that standard of giving is reached the
Church will have millions for the Retired Ministers, for the
"overflo\r' alone is reckoned hy hundreds of millions.

'^But she of her want." "Penury" contrasted wnth "super-
fluity." God hless this Princely Giver! The dictionary of
your experience does not contain the word "want," hut is
crowded with the synonyms of "superfluity."

"Did cast in all that site had, all her living." Every coin
she had in the world.

Two mites — half a mill ! How small I But the collective
voice of the ages cries out,

"0 ! Woman ! Great is thy munificence !"


"Barzillai was a very aged man; and the king said unto him,
Come tliou over witli me, and I will sustain thee with me in
Jerusalem, and whatsoever thou shalt require of me, that will
I do for thee."

This is not the first time David met Barzillai. When the
young king was pursued i)y Ahsalom, Barzillai "brought beds,
basins, earthen vessels, wheat, barley, meal, parched grain,
beans, lentils, parched ])ulse, honey, butter, sheep and cheese
for David aiul the people that were with him to eat; because
the people were hungry and weary and thirsty." In recog-
nition of this service rendered years before, David provided
for Barzillai in his old age, and not as a "benevolence" com-


plniiiiiijily or grudgingly given, but as duty on the ground of
the i)ast service rendered by him in his better days.

In the same way the Veteran Ministers rendered us unsel-
fish service in the days of their strength, and we owe them
not a miserable charity, but an adequate support. The sal-
aries of many of our ]\Iinisters are l>arely adequate for a live-
lihood. It would be truer to say, bai'cly sutiicient for subsist-
ence. Such men when they are too old to be any longer in
active service, will come to poverty unless the Church whicii
has benefited by their work makes provision for their needs.
The Church must act as fairly in this matter as did King

The inadequate sujijiort given to many of our Ministers
during the years of tlieir active service is not the only reason
why we should provide for them in their old age. \Ve insist
that ministers shall not divert their attention from their
holy work through commercial distractions. Why, then,
should we not provide an adequate support for them in their
declining and unproductive years?

What is good for commerce and education ought to be good
for religion. ]\linisters are not caring to make fortunes, but
they do desire the assurance that they sliall not come to pov-
erty in their old age. Shall it be said in regard to the pension
system that "sons of this world are in their own generation,
wiser than the sons of light" ? When the Church has as sensi-
tive a conscience on the right of preempted service as David
had what may we not expect in promises for the cause of
Retired Ministers! — Dr. A. D. Batchclor, in the Butte Miner.




The Psalm of the Widowed Mother

They were cradled in childhood when God took him; they awak-
ened, and, lo, they were fatherless.
I held them to my heart, but it was too hot with grief.
The flood gates were opened, but my tears brought no succor.

He was strong and manly; I helped him carry the load.
When death knocked at the door, I offered myself.
It scorned my pleading and carried away my beloved.

When I awoke from the trance, I saw hungry mouths.
My precious ones called for their father's help.
My cup of grief was full of bitter dregs.

Then God sent His angels; Goodness and Mercy knocked at my

They entered and removed their outer garments;
They kindled the fire on my cheerless hearth.

They fed me with good things; my darlings shouted and laughed.
I sent them at length to the school of instruction.
They have grown into youth: yet their arms are still about their
widowed mother.

The Father hath remembered the fatherless; He hath visited the

desolate mother.
The people of God comfort me every day, they do not fail.
The thanksgiving of the widow and the fatherless arise like

incense unto God.


r,o-? 'PHI-: im:tii:i:i) ^n^'lsTI^l:


The Psalm of the Aged Saint

God is my refupp, I am restinR in Him.

Old ago has conip upon int>, yet 1 am unafraid:

Days of adv(>rsity have befallen my lot, but I am secure.

In the hour of my weakness I cried unto my Deliverer,
"Send help, I beseech Thee," and He heard my moaning.

My years of fruitful ministry have passed like a dream;
Young men have risen up to stand in my stead.

Relief has come to me from the Most High by the hands of His

Every morning I bless the Lord for the kindness of His servants.
Friends have ministered to me of their substance and I am filled.
Unto the end of my days my bread will not fail.

God has opened His hand and the hearts of His chosen ones.
Exult, O my soul, for I am forgotten neither of God nor of men!


The Psalm of the Lonely Soul

Jehovah is my Judge; He only knoweth my loneliness and grief.
For thirty years we walked together, yea for two score years and

The young man took me from my father's house, we builded our

own altar to God.
Jehovah filled my lap with children; lo, He hath taken them

We only were left: I felt for my husband's hand, but I could not

find it.
I am left alone, but my Redeemer is with me.
In the morning I rose to eat bitter bread, but my table was filled

with goodness.
Loving hands ministered to me; my meal and my oil did not fail.
I put on sackcloth, but the people of God gave me garments of

I opened a little door, but it led me into a large room.
My eyes are dim and my ears are dull, yot I am full of joy.
Loving-kindness is turning my tears into pearls.
My soul is adorned as a bride for her husband.
Blessed be God who hath moved His people to visit me.
In but a little while the days of my desolation will be ended.
Jehovah is my Judge: His people are my faithful helpers and





1. The Happy Man Collins . . 505

"Is He Worth It?", Western Christian
Advocate, 514; Hope for the Superan-
nuates, 514

2. Old Preacher's Soliloquy Brown 515

The Rev. Nowknowsbetter's Letter, 520;
Not by Hard Luck Stories, 522; Super-
annuated, 524

3. Our Veterans Greenfield 526

4. The Light Brigade Kipling 528

Who Forgets? 529

5. Veterans! I'loiu/h 530

6. Different Ways We Treat Them Welch 531

Aged German Ministers 532

7. The Circuit Preacher Townsend 533

8. Quitting Too Soon Guardian 534

9. Wanted — A Minister's Wife 536

10. A Strong Church Malleson 537

11. Miscellaneous:

The P'orgotten Man, 539; Love Me Now,
Larimore, 540; Making Monev for
God, 541; The Old Packing Boxes,
McKibbin, 542; Aged Ministers, 543;
The Lord's Nickel, 543; For All the
Saints, 544; The Young Minister, 545;
Statesmen and Ministers, 545; Grand
Army of the Church, 546; Ministers'
Sons, 546; Be a Booster, 547; The Pres-
byterians, 548; Indian Summer of Life,
548; The Second Mile, Moore, 549;
The Village Chapel, Lloyd George, 549;
The Blind Gu-1 Knows, 5.50; The Saddle-
bags, Royal, 5.50; He Left Ail, .551;
Southern Pacific Railroad, .551; New
York Fire Department, 552; Thrown to
the Scrap Heap, 552

12. Proceedings Washington Cona^ention. . . Snyder .553

13. A Summary Hingeley 568

14. Music:

Veteran's Cam]) Firo, Hingeley, 572; Facing
the Sunset, Hewitt -Gabriel, .573; Aged
Minister's Prayer, Whittlesley, 574;
Scatter the Flowers Now, Martin, 574;
The Sun is Rising, 576

15. Index .'^77




"The Life Annuity Man"

"Well, it's just no use, nephew, I'm utterly discouraged.
Sanitarium treatment may be beneficial in some cases, but it
certainly aggravates my condition. I was ill when we came
here, and seeing the lame, the halt and the afflicted of every
nation under heaven is getting on my nerves. Why, I never
knew before that there were so many afflicted people in the

"But you know, uncle, you've only been here a week. The
doctors say that the conditions here are apt at first to affect
every])0(ly in this way, but those who persevere in these treat-
ments usually get well or, at least, obtain relief. Besides, if
you do not stay here, where can you go ? You have tried all
sorts of physicians and many health resorts without getting
much relief and home is no longer home to you since auntie
left us."

"That is true, nephew, and life is getting to be intolerable.
During the best years of my life I was a devotee to business.
The Genii of the Arabian fairy tales were no more slaves to
the wonderful lamp than I have been to my business. I wor-
shiped in season and out of season the great American god,
Business. The goal of my ambition was wealth, and I've
reached it. When I should be enjoying the fruits of my labors
I have neither the capacity nor health to do so. The wise man
was right when he said, 'Human life is vanity and a striving
after wind.' Why, I've not seen a happy man for five years,
and I don't ever expect to see another one."

"Well, there is at least one happy man in this institution,
uncle. I met him yesterday and I've had my eye on him ever

"Oh, I suppose that it's some young fellow like yourself
who does not know what the real problems of life are."



"Xo, uncle, liis liair is as gray as yours and liis sti'j) has
lost the spring of youth, but his face reflects tlie sunshine
which is -within, and his laugh rings true. I think that he is
certainly the happiest man I ever saw. In fact the attendants
here dub him, 'The Happy Man !' "

"He must be the pro]»rictor and sees his institution full of
wrecks of humanit}' and hears of men and women who are
bui'ning their candle at both ends, and who in time are likely
to come here. Of course he is happy. He has a ilnc prospect
of laying by something for a *rainy day.' "

"No, uncle, he is one of the patients and has been here sev-
eral months. He has kind words and a smile for everybody.
He seems to be perfectly happy. It does a fellow good to hear
him talk, and you know the wise man said, 'A merry heart
doetli good like a medicine.'"

"By George! nephew, I'll have to get acquainted with 'The
Happy Man.' AMiat's his uame?"

"That I cannot say. I do not know his name, neither
whence he comes, nor his line of business."

"Well, I'll have to get acquainted with him. He reminds
me of Sir Walter Scott's story of the Eastern potentate who
was alTlicted with melancholia. After he had suffered many
things at the hands of his doctors without avail, he took his
mother-in-law's advice, to travel until he found a perfectly
happy man, and to borrow and wear his shirt. By so donig he
would absorb happiness and his melancholia would Hy away.
He traveled throughout many lands in vain, for everyone he
met had troubles of his own. Coming at last to I)onnyl)ro()k
Fair he saw the object of his search — a cai'cfree, happy
man. He commanded his servants to sei/.c him, strip liini
and secure his precious shirt. T>iit alas! the hapi>y man
had no shirt. I wonder if youi' 'llap|»y .Man' wears a shirt.
If he does I would like to either beg, buy, borrow or steal

"You had better try your luck. Uncle, and if you are as good
a trader as your competitors say you are, you will have no
difTiculty in securing his magic garment."

"Well, bring him to nu\ nephew. 1 woidd like to see one
liajjpy man in this institution."'

"Let's go out on the veranda, uncle. A while agt) I saw
him takinir a sun bath out there. I know him well enough to

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