The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1880-08-05

the fact that they could not cry at the
right time. Said a maniac in one of our
public institutions, under a Gospel ser.
mon that started the tears: DO you see
that tear2 That is the first tear / have
,wept for twelve years" l think it will
help my BRAIN" There are a great many
In the grave who could no longer stand
the glacier of trouble; and if that glacier
mad only melted into weeping, they cod
have endured it. There have been times
in your life when you would have given
the world, if you had possessed it. !or
one tear. You could shrek, YOU could
blaspheme, but you could not crv, Have
you never seen a man holding the hand
of a dead wife who had been all the
world to himP The temples livid with
excitement, the eye dry and frantic. no
moisture on the upper or lower lid. You
saw there were bolts Of anger in the
cloud, but no rain. To your Christian
comfort he said: Don't talk to ma
about God, there is no God; or, if there ia
| hate him; don't talk to me about God;
would he have left me and the g moth.
erless ChildrenP" But a few hours or
days after, coming across some pencil
she owned in life, or some letters she
wrote when he was away from home,
with an cutlery that appalls, there bursts
the fountain of tears, and as the conso-
lation of Gods sunlight strikes that
fountain of tears, you find out that it is a
tender-hearted, merCiful, pitiful and all
compassionate God, who Is the father of
that rain. "Oh," you say, lit is absurd
to think that God is going to watch over
tears" No, my friends, there are three
or four kinds of tears that God counts.
bottles and eternizes. First, there are
all parental tears, and there are more of
these than of any other kind, because
most of the race die in infancy, and that
keeps parents mourning all around the
world. They never get over it. They
may live to shout and sing afterward,
but there is always a corridor in the soul
that is silent, though it once resounded.
My parents never mentioned the death
of a child who died fifty years ago, with.
out a tremor in the voice and a sigh. Oh
how deep.fetched. 1t was better she
should die. 1t was a mercy she should
die, She would have been a lifelong in.
valid. But you can not argue away a
parents grief. How often you hear the
moan, "Oh, my child, my child" Then
there are the flial tears. Little child
rem soon get over the loss of parents.
They are easily diverted with a new toy.
But where is the man that has come to
thirty, forty or fifty years of age who
can think of the old people without hav-
ing all the fountains of his soul stirred
up! You may have had to take care of
her a good many years, but you can
never forget how she onGe took care of
you. Have you never heard an old man
in the delirium OF some sickness call for
his mother? The fact is, we get so used
to calling for her the first ten years of
our life that we never get over it, and
when she goes away from us, it makes
deep sorrow. You sometimes, perhaps,
in days of trouble and darkness, when
the world would say, "You ought to be
able to take care of yourself" You
wake up from your dreams finding your
self saying: "Oh, mother mother p
Have these tears no divine origin ?
Why, take all the warm hearts that ever
beat in all lands and in all ages, and put
them together, and their united throb
would be weak compared with the tkrob
Of Gods eternal sympathy. Yes, God
is also the Father of all that rain of re.
p%entanCe. Did you ever see a man re-
pent? | see people going around trying
to repent. They can not repent. Do
you know no man can repent until God
helps him to repent How do l know?
By this passage: "Him hath God exalt-
ed to be a Prince and a Savior to give
repentance; no man Cometh unto the
Son except the Father draw him." Oh,
it is a tremendous hour when one awak-
eps and says; 81 am a bad man; | have
not only sinned against the laws of my
country, but / have wasted my life. God
asked me for my services, but | haven't
given them. Oh, my sins, God forgive
MEL When that tear starts it thrills all
heaven. An angel cannot keep his eye
off it, and the church of God assemblies
around, and there is a Commingling of
tears; there ID a rain of tears, and God
is the father of that rain. The Lord.
The long.suffering, merCiful and graci.
GUS God. In a religious ~assemblage a
man arose and said; IL have been a
very wicked man; l broke my mothers
heart; l became an intidel; but l have
seen my evil way; and | have surren-
dered my heart to God; but it is a grief
can never get over, that my parents
should never have heard my salvation;
l don't know whether they are living or
dead" While yet he wal standing in
the audience a voice from the gallery
said: "Oh, my son; my som" He looked
up and recognized her. 1t was his old
mother. She had been praying for him
a great many years, and when, at the
foot of the cross the prodigal son and
the praying mother embraced each other
there was rain, a tremendous rain, of
tears, and God was the father of those
tears. Oh, if God would break us down
with the sense of our sin, and then lift
us with the appreciation of His mercy,
tears over our wasted life, tears over a
grieyed spirit, tears over an injured Fa-
ther. Repent! repent! The King of
Carthage was dethroned. His people
rebelled against him; he was driven into
Punishment; his wife and children were
o~utrageously abused. Years went by,
and the King of Carthage made many
friends. He gathered up a great army.
He marched again toward Carthage.
Reaching the gates of Carthage, the best
men af the place came out, barefooted
and b%areheaded, and with ropes around
their neCks, crying for mercy. They
said: "We abused you and your family,
I, but we cry for merCyl' The King Of
, Carthage looked down upon the people
f.an. L. AlA~s.k II iii. ct ---.,
l here to bless; and not to destroy. You
drove me out, but this day l pronounce
pardon for all the people. Open the
l gate and let the army come in" The
King marched in and took the throne,
) and the people all shouted, Long live
} the Kingl" My friends, you have driy.
en- the Lord Jesus Christ, the King Of
3 the church, away from your hearts; you
say you have been abusing him all these
> years; but he comes back to-day; he is