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days. He must never tire of throwing his fly, and never be put out by failure.—H. Cholmondeley-Pennell, "Fishing."


(2343)

Mutsuhito, Emperor of Japan, is the author of the following quatrain:

Amatari ni
  Kubomishi noki no
Ishi mite mo
  Kataki waza tote
  Omoi sute me ya?

See, how the tiny raindrops from the eaves
Hollow the stones beneath, with constant drip,
Then why should we abandon well-formed plans
Simply, forsooth, because we find them hard?

(2344)

It is the men who stick to it that secure the sweets of fortune.

"I never was in New Hampshire but once,"
said Mr. Lincoln, "and that was in the fall
of the year—a cold, rough day, and a high
wind was blowing. Just outside the city I
noticed a big bull-thistle, and on this thistle
was a bumblebee trying to extract honey
from the blossom. The wind blew the thistle
every which way, but the bumblebee stuck.
I have come to the conclusion that persistency
is characteristic of everything in
New Hampshire, whether men or bumblebees."
(Text.)—The Youth's Companion.

(2345)


See Resoluteness.


PERSISTENCE IN DOING GOOD


Some of the Christians in Uganda are very faithful in pleading with others to give up their sins. One man, named Matayo, was giving way to drink. His Christian friends reminded him of his wound in the war. "You have a big wound in your soul, caused by drunkenness. Give up drink, or assuredly the wound will get worse and kill you eternally." Matayo replied: "Why can't you leave me alone?" Mika Sematimba answered, "When you were shot, did we not pick you up and carry you home? Did you then think we hated you? You are shot now, and we want to carry you home. Do you remember, when we were carrying you, how you said, 'Let me walk; your carrying makes the wound hurt me?' We didn't let you walk. We knew you could not walk, but that you would faint on the road; and now we know you can not keep sober, and we want to help you. You say, 'Leave me alone,' but we won't leave you alone. We know you will get worse if we do."


(2346)


PERSISTENCE IN MISSIONARIES


Several attempts were made to open missionary work in Lua Niua, which was inhabited by a Polynesian race, speaking a language similar to that spoken by the Tongans and Samoans; but the heathen priests prevented it. Finally the Rev. J. F. Goldy, chairman of the Solomon Islands District, took with him a Christian Tongan teacher named Semisi Nau and a Christian Samoan named Pologa.

The people, incited by the heathen priests, refused them permission to land and Mr. Goldy was about to return, when these two brave men positively refused to leave, saying, "If the people will not allow us to come ashore we will live in the boat and preach from the water; but these people must hear of God's love for them."

For three months they lived there, anchoring close to the beach. They were abused and harried by the people on the land and were unable to go ashore. There is no fresh water on this island, and their only drink is coconut milk. Day after day these two faithful men suffered from thirst, but God touched the heart of a native who swam out to their boat under cover of night, and brought them coconuts.

Finally, a friendly chief at the other end of the lagoon invited them to come ashore and he and his people listened willingly and eagerly to the story of the gospel. A church has been built and the gospel has captured that end of the land. (Text.)


(2347)


PERSISTENCE PAYS


"I [John Wesley] remember to have heard my father ask my mother, 'How could you have the patience to tell that blockhead the same thing twenty times over?' She answered, 'Why, if I had told him but nineteen times, I should have lost all my labor.'"—W. H. Fitchett, "Wesley and His Century."


(2348)


PERSISTENCY REWARDED


Eighty-eight letters to Andrew Carnegie, asking him to buy an organ for the Cote Brilliante Presbyterian Church of St. Louis, written in the last eight months, brought a check at last for $1,125 from the philanthropist.

The check was accompanied only by a printed receipt form, and the church-members,