and blast it out. He puts oil
beneath the soil; we must bore into its wells and pump it out. He
gives us the earth and "the fullness thereof;" we must do the sowing
and reaping. He puts electricity in the air; we must bridle, saddle
and harness it. He empties the clouds into the basins of the earth and
gives us oceans, gulfs and lakes; but we must build boats to ride
them. He puts humanity on the earth and bids us love our neighbor as
ourselves.

Who is my neighbor? Some seem to think only those who live in our
immediate community. I read of a minister of a city church who called
upon one of his country members for a contribution for foreign
missionary work. The country brother said: "I don't believe in foreign
missions, and I must say, 'No'."

"Brother," the pastor said, "the Bible says you should love your
neighbor as yourself."

"I do love my neighbors."

"Who are your neighbors?"

"Those whose farms adjoin mine, and perhaps, those whose farms adjoin
theirs."

"How far do you own eastward?"

"To the third fence yonder."

"How far do you own toward the west?"

"About a half mile?"

"How deep do you own into the earth?"

"Well, I never thought of that, but about half-way, I guess."

"Well, my brother, I am asking you to help your neighbor China, who
joins your line below."

* * * * *

I have a friend with plenty of this world's goods, and not a child.
When approached by the ladies of the Foreign Mission Society he said:
"I do not give to foreign missions; when you want anything for home
missions I'll help you." Perhaps he would; but many of that class are
represented by a colored man of whom I heard a Methodist bishop tell.
He said to a friend: "Dat wife of mine is got money on de brain; it's
money, money all the time. I can't go whar she is, but she's axing me
for money. She's jest sho'ly gwine to run me to the lunatic 'sylum ef
she don't quit her beggin' me for money."

The friend asked: "What does she do with so much money?"

The colored brother hesitated a minute, and said: "She don't do nuffin
wid it, caze I ain't never _give_ her none yet."

* * * * *

My friend who opposes foreign missions said: "So much you give never
gets there." Yes; and so many seed the farmer puts into the ground
never grow, and so the farmer says,

"Put five grains in every hill:
One for the cut-worm, one for the crow,
One to blight, and two to