The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1882-09-07

gu6 uOudO bA1A gnCy bCb UdChI AT
times it does not seem possible. What,
never have them come over the thresh-
hold? Never have them at the table? :?
Never have them kneel again at the
family altarp Never again look into
their sunny facesP Never again take
counsel with them about the war of life I?
Alas, mel What shall we do under the
surges of such grief? 0, Christi None
can do for the bereft soul what thou
canst do. He it is who commands peace.
He it is who promises resurrection. He
it Is who takes His place by your side,
and tells US of reunion. He it is that
breathes the spirit of submission until
we can look up from amid the wreck of
our brightest expectations and say:
Father, not my will but thine be dOneW
o, Christ, to-day stand by all those
empty cradles, all those desOlated home
steads, and all those broken hearts, and
make us feel that all is well. From
such overwhelming disasters the world
has no refuge. Does il offer money to
sOothe your grief? You would rather
live on a crust and in cellar and have
your departed ones with you than have
palatial surroundings and they absent.
Does the world offer you its hOnors as
sOlacep What is the Presidency to Mr..
Lincoln and his Willie in the White
alp All, there are griefs that have
ragged thirty years and are raging yet.
The world has nothing to offer, and yet
hundreds have been cOmfOrted, thOus-
ands have been cOmfOrted, millions have
been cOmforted, and Christ has done the
work. Come, all ye who are bereft and
anguish bittenl The roll of those who
come for relief is constantly increasing.
The world is gradually finding Him out.
To this Shiloth of omnipOtent sympathy
shall the gathering of the people be.
The worlds heart Of sympathy beats
very irregularly. Plenty of it when you
are not in especial stress of .circum-
stances, but little when you are in ap-
palling need of it. Oil there are multi
tudes of people dying for sympathy
sympathy in their work; sympathy in
their beTeavements; sympathy in their
loneliness; sympathy in their transac-
tiOns; sympathy in their fatigues; sym
pathy in their business losses; sympathy
in their ailments; sympathy in their de,
clining years; sympathy in their stTug-
gle with evil appetites; sympathy in
their spiritual perturbatiOns; sympathy
in the struggle with their natural skep-
ticism; sympathy high, deep, broad, in
tense, almighty and everlasting sym
pathy. With that Christ will yet draw
alright, but sympathy melts. At the
story of punishment men set their teeth
and flash their eye and clench their fist
and prepare to do battle, even though it
be against the heavens. But what ma
ture was ever so hard as not to succumb
to the warm sunshine of cOmpassiOnP
Mans sympathy is sometimes very
pleasant. In sometime of our sickness
to have brawny man stand by us and
promise to see US through puts new
courage into our heart and new strength
into our arm. Still more mighty is wO-
mans sympathy. Let some one tell the
story who, with all the world against
him, has had at home wife ready to
write on the top Of the empty flour bar
rel, "The Lord will provide" and to
write on the door of the empty ward
robe, Consider the lilies of the field; If
God so clOthe the grass of the field, will
He not clOthe us and Oursp" Let that
young man tell the story who, after run
ming the whole round of dissipation,
and Blackwell's Island has left its
shadow on him, finds the old mother
with Outstretched arms ready to receive
him, or hanging by the hour at the
wicket of the prison to console him, or
pleading on her knees before the Cover
nor for q pardon, hoping on for her va
grant boy after all others are hopeless.
Or let her tell the story who, under viii
lainous allurement and impatient of
parental restraint, has wandered off
from the home of which she was the idol
into the murky and thunderOuS mid
night of abandonment, away from God,
further and further away, but at last
sick and dying is thrown upon the
beach of that early home mere splinter
of a wreck. Who will pity herP Who
will take the disheVeled locks into her
lapP Who will bathe off the blood from
of Gods pity for the lost? Who will
put the dying head on cleanly pillow
and watch by day and watch by night
till the hoarse voice Of the sufferer has
become only whisper, and the whisper
has become only a motion of the lips
and then all Is still, the weary eyes still,
the agonized heart still. All still! Who
will it be that will do all that for her
for whom the world will do nothingp
MOtherl motherl Yes, human sympathy
is beautiful. Who would have thought
that little child kidnapped from one of
our neighboring streets last week could
set these cities in an uprOarp Only
little child, and yet whole columns in
the newspapers about her, and yet any
person who has any heart stirred with
emotion. and our first question as we
took up the morning and evening
papers, "Have they found her yet?"
Because we are one after all, and all
parents said within themselves, what
if that were my Lizzie, my Mary, my
Maud, my childP What if her trundle-
bed had tonight an unoccupied pillow?
What if our little one were not here to
say goodnight? What If the one that
is bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh
were tonight carried captive into some
haunt of culprits and never be heard of
again?- What if were watching and
waiting with this sorrow, worse than
deathP" tt was neighborly sympathy
girdling us all with d golden girdle.
But aggregate all neighborly, manly,
wifely, motherly sympathy, and 1t Is a
very starveling thing as compared with
the sympathy Of this Shiloh, who has
been holding in her lap the sorrows of
ages, and is ready to nurse and heal the
wees of all who will come to Him..
But enlarge the view. Look at the
troubles Of the world and see how all
nations need sympathy. The world has
been in trouble ever since it was de-
rallied and flung down the embellishments.
The whole universe has felt affilction.
La Place says he saw fixed star of the
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