Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1882-11-06
aHUSKlNG TlMEs'
The Yield or Golden Corn Garnersd
From the Fields, =
And the Coming Great Harvest lime OF
Eternity, When all the ChiltNsn OF
Earth VIII be Gathered 10
g. the Storehouse of Heaysn.
SERMON BY REV. 7. De WITT 1ALMAGE.

Spectdt TO he hegtSto'
New YORK, November 5.-pr Talmage
preached in the Brooklyn Tabsrnacle this
morning to his usual large audience
The opening hymn was:
"The morning light Is bresklng,
The darkness disappearsi
Sons Of men are waking
To penitential tears"
Before the sermon Dr. TalDage eHpound-
ed passages of the book of JOB
Subject:
"Corn HuSking Time"
Text-Job ", %: Like as sshock of corn
cometh in his season."
The sermon was as folloEs; . 81
~ Goingat forty miles an hour last We'd
nesday l caught this sermon: II yeu
have been in the fields lCi New York or
Pennsylvania or New EDgland or almost
anywhere within the past few weeks you |
know that the corn is all cut. The knife |
struck through all the stocks and they lay |
all along the fields till some one came with |
bundles OF straw, and twlslng lew wlsps |
of these straws togther oand was made |
and so much of the corn as man could |
compass with his two arms was fastened to- |
getber in what is called shock. All over |
the land YOU will find the corn in that |
posture. In few weeks the neighbors will |
gather together for few days, coming to |
This neighbor's field and then to that |
neiebbor5s field and the rough husking |
aprons will be put on and the husking-peg, |
a sharp piece OF iron with leathern loop |
fastened to the hand will unsheath the |
ears of corn and they will be thrown into |
golden heaps and after ward by wagon |
taken ND to the corn crib. How vividly |
comes up in the mind of those of us who |
were born in the country the
Remembrance OF Corn. usxing Time. |
We waited for it as the grand gala time |
of the wear. 1t was called frOliC. By that |
time the woods had shed most of their |
leaves and the neighbors waded through |
the fallen foliage as they came on through |
the keen morning to the gleeful company. |
The frost which had silvered everything in |
the night was melting off the top of the |
corn shocks. Waiting for Others the men |
stood occasionally blowing their breath |
through their fingers or thraShing their |
arms around them to get up better circula- |
tion Of blood. There was roaring mirth in |
the fields at some late farmer crawling over |
the fence. Jokes, repartee and rustic salu- |
tation banded. All ready now; the men |
lay hold of the shock of corn and hurl it |
PROSTATE on the ground, and the moles and |
mice secreted under this warm shelter at |
tempt to escape. The wreath of straw is |
unwound from the shock and the stalks, |
heavy with their wealth of grain are rolled |
down between. The peg is thrust in until |
the corn is reached. and the fingers tear off |
the swath OF leaves and with u crack the |
roo; of the ear is severed from the husk |
and the grain thus dsimprisoned.
Tossed Out Into the Sunshine.
The air is so tonic the work so eX
hilarating and the company so blithe that |
some laugh, some sing, some banter, some
shout, some tell stories of olden times or
tease each other as to where they were GO
ing some nightfall with Sunday clothes on
and in a carriage that would hold but two.
Some prophcsy the number of bushels to
the field. Some 60 into petitiSOeUte
shutdown. After awhile the dinner'hOrn
sounds from the farm house, and the table
is surrounded by jolly and hungry men.
From all the pantres and from all the
cellars the richest dainties are brought and |
it is time of carnival and neighborhood |
reunion which fills our memory somewhat
with smiles but more with tears, because
the old farm house now belongs TO other
owners and those fields are gathered by |
other hands, and most of those who min
gled in the husking scene have themselves |!
been reaped, Like as shock OF corn |
cometh in in his season.
There IL Some Difference Of opinion
as TO whether the Orientals knew anything |
about the kind of corn now standing in our
fields. Recent discoveries show that what |
we call Indian maize was raised by the He
brews, and some of the grain OF these olden |
times found IN cryptS and eXhumed from
hidden places have been planted and pro-
duce in Palestine Just such corn as we have |
in Ohio and New York, so that feel nave
a right to take my text as referring to
shock of corn such as you and have bound,
such as YOU and have thrown, such as you
and have husked. 1t is high time that
the "king of terrors" be turned out OF the
Christians vocabulary. 1t is a simple fact
that multitudes look upon death as the
disaster of disasters when it is TO good man
the blessing of blessings. 1t is going out
of the cold vestibule into the warm tenn
ple. 1t is migration into groves OF redo
ience and perpetual fruitage. lti sud-
den massage from bleak March to rosy
June 1t is an exchange OF mauacles for
garlands and the transmitting OF the hand
cuffs of earthly incarceration into the dla'
munded wristlet OF bridal company, or as
nv text suggests ii is only husking time,
the taking off of the sheath OF the body
from the
Bright and Beautiful Soul,
the coming in like as shock OF corn
cometh in his season"
OF course the husking time in the fields
is a time of frost. Frost on the fences.
Frost on the ground. Frost on the stub
BILE. Frost on the fallen leaves. Frost on
the hands of the reapers. We hide our
selves from the wind as we'll as we could
between the stalks, but, oh, how flushed
the cheeks and how shivering the body and
how numb the hands! Cold, sharp, pene-
trating atmosphere! But after awhile the
sun was far up and the frosts were out OF
the air and the hilarities woke up the
echoes. From one shock of corn the sound
went up: Ha. ha, Ha! ha, and was an
svered from those busy at another shock
of corn. Ha! ha, Ha! ha, So that We
NAV not hide the fact that death nlps and
chills and freezes
Many Hopes and Many Expectations
1t is far from being a south wind. 1t
comes out of the frozen north, and We
| stand benumbed under its power. Our
| hearts break now over our dead children,
| our dead companions, our dead parents,
and il seems as il we would never get over
| il, oh, we will get over it, for the sun will
be up, and the Joys and shoutings OF re-
union will make us forget the past, and we
will look back to the temporary distress as
| only the frostS of husking time. weeping
may endure for a night but Joy cometh in
! the morning" Light and but for mo-
ment." The chill of the frosts followed by
the gladness which, like as a shock of
corn, cometh in in his season." OF course
the work OF the hHsker on the ear Of corn
seems rough. There must be sharp
thrust of the point. The hard thumb must
| be set on the covering OF the ear. There
must be harsh blow and q ruthless tear,
and complete swapping off before the
grain is freed, and If the swarthing OF the
ear of corn could speak it might say: why
must l be lacerated and torn and
wrenched?" All, that is the way God has
arranged. That corn and husk must part.
| and that is the way He hath arranged that
body and soul must separate. You can at
ford to bear your physical ailments
patiently, when you know that it is going
to
Forward Your Souls Liberation.
Each rheumatic pain is thrust of the
husking peg. Each neuralgia twinge Is q
| twist OF the husker. There is gold in you
that must come out You must get your
sbsckle broken. You must get your ship
launched for a heavenly voyage. You
must let the great husbandman husk your
mortality off your immortality. You who
have chronic ailments ought to take en-
| conrssement from this that God is doing