After all the hopes and fears and toil of the summer, the farmer's most beautiful sight is to see the last great load safe in the barn, the stock fattening on the rich, sweet aftermath, the golden fruit in the orchard, and the big, red, harvest moon smiling over all. This is a frequent sight, despite poor crops and bad weather. The successful farmer does not rely on one, but a variety of crops. Then, if the season is bad for corn, it will be good for oats or wheat. Some crop will repay his labor. Here is a hint for the home missionary who goes forth to sow spiritual seed. If he expects to get a crop of Congregationalists, he will often lament over poor returns. Often the missionary finds himself in a miscellaneous gathering, like that of Pentecost in its variety, and no mere "ism" will crystallize them. One is of Paul, another of Apollos or Cephas, and he must "determine not to know anything among them save Christ and him crucified." He must drop minor points, and adopt that plan on which all can agree. Here is a bit of experience. In a community of seven hundred souls, the following denominations were represented: Baptists, three kinds; Presbyterians, two kinds; Methodists, four kinds; Christians, "Church of God," Episcopalians, Roman Catholics, Seventh-day Adventists, Lutherans of all branches, Quakers, and Congregationalists. One day I found three married women making ready to keep house in what had been a large store, the only vacant place in which to live; their husbands were working and living in camp. I said, "I am glad to see you. I suppose you are all Christians?" To my surprise, they all cheerfully responded, "Yes." "Well, that is good news," I said. "And to what church do you belong?" "Church of God," was their answer. "Good; so do I. Have you brought your letters?" "No." "But do you really belong to the 'Church of God'?" said one. "Well, I _am_ glad to think we should find a 'Church of God' minister way up here!" This she said addressing the other women. "Oh, well," said one, "he means that every church is a church of God!" "Oh!" was the answer, with a shade of disappointment on her face. "Well, well," I said, "is not that true?" "Y-a-as; but it is not like ourn." "What do you believe different from me?" "Well, we believe in feet-washing for one thing, and in immersion." "Oh, well, I think Christians should wash their feet too." "Now, Elder, that ain't right to be making fun of Scripter; for Christ told his disciples to wash one another's feet, and said, 'Happy are ye if ye do these things.'" I explained what I thought was the meaning of the lesson, but she shook her head. I said, "Are you happy?" "Not very. I feel lonesome here." "But is not Christ here too?" "Oh, yes; but it is not home." "Well, I am glad you belong to Christ, and hope you will unite with us in fighting the common foe. Will you come to church, and bring the children to our Sabbath-school?" "Well, we shall do that."