Seed Among Thorns

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Oct 5, 1882

Seed Among Thorns.

A woman of the world went to church. After dinner her husband asked her, "What was the text, wife?"

"Oh, something, somewhere in Generations; I've forgotten the chapter and verse. Mrs. High sat right before me with a Mother Hubbard bonnet on. How could I hear anything when I could not even see the minister? I wouldn't have worn such a looking thing to church if I'd had to go bare-headed."

"How did you like the new minister?"

"Oh, he is splendid! And Kate Darlin was there in a Spanish lace cape that never cost a cent less than $50; and they can't pay their butcher's bill, and I'd wear cotton lace or go without any, first."

"Did he say anything about the new mission fund?"

"No. And the Jones girls were all rigged out in their yellow silks made over; you would have

died laughing to have seen them. Such taste as those girls have! And the minister gave out that the Dorcas Society will meet next week for work at Sister Jones's residence—that old pokey place."

"It seems you didn't hear much of the sermon?"

"Well. I'm sure it's better to go to church, if you don't hear the sermon, than to stay at home and read the papers. And oh, Harry! the new minister has a lovely voice; it nearly put me to sleep. And did I tell you that the Riches are home from Europe, and Mrs. Rich had a real camel-hair shawl on, and it didn't look like anything on her."

A long silence, during which Harry thought of several things, and his wife was busy contemplating the sky-view, when she suddenly exclaimed: "There! I knew I'd forget to tell you something. Would you believe it, Harry, the fringe on Mrs. Jones's parasol is an inch deeper than mine, and twice as heavy. Oh, dear! What a world of trouble this is!"—Sel.