Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1851-04-23


his lot-unbelief in God. !
"Why should my children want for
bread, while others have enough and to
spare?" he exclaimed. "Have l not
labored honestly, but where is the blessing
which God has promised to them that
trust in him? The man who, by extortion
and violence, has taken away our rights,
lives in plenty and ease, while and mine
must pine with hunger and cold"
ado not arraign the justice and the
wisdom of Cod" said Mrs. Carter, wipins
away her tears, and looking tenderly or
her husband. Our Heavenly Father will
not suffer us to be tempted nor afflicted
beyond what we are able to bear
"Bear Il would bear everything but
this. 1 can bear toll, humiliation and
want myself but l can not see my chill
dren pine for bread, and you shivering in
this miserable hovel your sufferinss will
drive me mad" .....-..
The wife rose from her place, and ap-
preaching her husband she threw her arms
around his neck, and pressed her lips to
his burning brow. "William," she said,
'turn not away from the promises Of God
seal not up the only fountain of conso-
lation which remains to us. While we
have home and meal as good as this,
let US not be unthankful. Our Master had
not where to lay his head"
alt is the memory of my wrongs-of
your wrongs, rather-for myself l do not
care-which is cankering my heart, and
maddening my brain. If there is God
why does he suffer the rich to oppress the
poor, and the strong to crush the weak! L
sometimes feel like taking justice into my
OWE hands, and with my own arm aveng-
ing my cause"
"Let me not see you thus, my hus band.
Throw not away faith, with its memory OF
past blessings, and its hopes for the future.
We have received good at the hand Of the
Lord-many times has he made our
cup of blessings to overflow; and shall we
murmur, and blindly accuse His justice, il
He suffer the tempest to beat upon oul
heads? Oh beware, that evil thoughts
spring not up in your heart. Sin will
bring sorrows less bearable than those OF
poverty. Think not so bitterly of our
wrongs. Vengeance is the Lords, and he
will repay. Let us, like our Divine
Teacher, who suffered wrongs infinitely
greater than ours, forgive and pity oul
enemies"
a have tried hard to learn that lessor
, before, and l thought, when no trials were
upon me, that l had succeeded. l know
it must be ewrong-this angry and revenge
full spirit-and have tried at times t.
| stiAe it in my heart, but it will not die
1t fingers there, poisoning and pollutns
: all within me. have tried to pray, bu
: it has risen up, like black cloud, hidin:
the face of my Heavenly Father, and
1 have felt as if deserted by God and man.
"God sometimes hides His face an'
suffers us to walk in our own strength
that we may know how weak we are, an'
feel the corruption of our hearts; but H'
; is touched with feeling of our infirmities
: therefore let us seek earnestly for his pres
ence, and for grace to help us in this TIM
: of need"
William burst into tears. His povert..
and his wrongs were all forgotten, in tn
, memory of his sinful anger and murmur
ings. The spirit Of other days was re
turning-the divine was triumphing owe
, the human and they bowed down befor
God, with the loving confidence Of littl
r children casting all their cares on Hi
t mighty arm, and committing the future t
: his wise direction. That humble cottag
q was a holy place, sanctifed by the pres
c ence of the King of kings and they rOs
e up, with peace and resignation in thei
~,
hearts.
A storm was evidently coming on. Al
, ready the snow began to fall, but ther
I was not wood enough at the door to las
two days, and William must go to HI
neighbor, and get permission to cut a fev
S trees, or at least to picku the limbs whlc
e were lying about. He buttoned up HI
: coat and went out. He could not forge
the home of other days, and the shed tul
: of wood all dry and ready for the tire
; which he had been forced toleave; but h
t brushed away tear that dimmed bis sigh
and pressed on thro' the storm. which ever
Q minute increased in violence. Already
u thin, white drapery-purer and winter thal
maiden's bridal robe-lay over tn
rough and frozen bosom of the earth, twis
ted here and there, "by the breezy finger
: of the wind" into graceful knots AM
wreaths. He stepped on something whicl
moved beneath his foot, and looking dow