A SERMON HEARD IN THE BLACK FOREST. (FROM THE NOTES OF A SUMMER TOURIST.) ON'T take God for a merchant; He is a king, and what He does He does in a kingly way. Once there was a poor woman standing before the window of a royal conservatory which looked into the public street. It was in the dead of winter, and no flower was to be seen in the gardens, and no fruit on the trees. But in the hothouse a splendid bunch of grapes hung from the glass ceiling, basking in the bright winter sun. And the poor woman gazed at it till the water came into her mouth, and she sighed: "Oh, I wish I could take it to my sick darling!" She went home and sat down to her spinning-wheel, and wrought day and night until she had earned half-acrown. She then went to the king's gardener, and A |