o praise my God."_

WORSHIP AND TOIL

One day about one hundred years ago a little boy named Jean stood by his
father's side watching the setting sun sink into the waves of the sea.
The glory of the scene stirred his boyish enthusiasm and he poured out
his heart in an ecstasy of joy. The father reverently took off his cap
and said, "My son, it is God." The boy never forgot that word, "It is
God."

Jean came of a peasant family, so he had to take his place in the field
and earn his bread "by the sweat of his brow." On Sundays the fields
were forsaken and the family went to the village church where the father
was the leader of the choir. After church friends and relatives
sometimes came home to spend the afternoon with the family. One Sunday,
soon after the return from church, the bent figure of an aged peasant
slowly made his way along the road. There was something about the figure
that struck the boy Jean. He took a piece of charcoal and hurriedly drew
a sketch upon the wall. Every movement and attitude was so perfectly
depicted that everybody laughed--everybody but the father. He sensed the
gift possessed by his boy, whose growing talent he had been watching.
"My Jean," he said, "I will no longer hinder you from learning that
which you are so anxious to know."

Jean Francis Millet, for such is his full name, became the artist of
peasantry. He never made any other boast. His character was of the
highest. He had a firm faith in God. He believed in the Bible as the
Word of God. He looked upon his use of the brush as preaching upon
canvas the purity and truth he believed.

"The Angelus" is the name of the best known picture that he painted. It
shows two workers in a potato field, a man and a woman, who hear from
the near-by village the faint tones of the Angelus bell calling them to
prayer. They pause, stand erect, bow their heads and worship. It is a
beautiful picture. I hope you have a copy framed in your room.

MEMORY VERSE, _Luke_ 11: 1

"Lord, teach us to pray."

MEMORY HYMN [495]

_"From every stormy wind that blows."_

GOD'S CLOCK

Do you own a watch? If you do not now you will some day. I have a friend
whose watch came to him in this wise. His father said to him, "When you
graduate from High School I will give you a watch."

Is there a "town clock" where you live? Is it dependable? Do men set
their watches by it? Do people, passing it, glance up to see if they are
late? In th