St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-03-23

OF that Christians character there Is to come
some especial good. A quarryman goes
down into the excavation ana with strong
handed machinery bores into the rock. The
rock says: ''What do you do that for?" He
puts powder in; he lights fuse. There is q
laundering crash. The rock SAYS ''Why,
the whole mountain is going to pieces.'' The
crowbar is plunged; the rock is dragged out
After a while it is taken into the artists stu
dio. 1t says: swell, now I have got to a
good, warm, comfortable place at last" But
the sculptor takes the chisel and mallet and
he digs for the eyes and he cuts for the mouth
and he bores for the ear and he rubs it with
sand-paper until the rock says: 'Wheu will
this torture be ended?i' A sheet is thrown
| over it. 1t stands in darkness. After a
while it is taken out. The covering is re-
moved. 1t stands in the sunlight in the
presence of
TEN THOUSAND APPLAUDING PEOPLE
as they greet the statue of the poet or the
prince or the conoueror. "Ah,n says the
stone, "now understand it. am great
deal better off now standing as statue
of conqueror than I would have
been down in the quarry" 50 God finds a
man down in the quarry of ignorance and
sin. How TO get him up? He must be bured
and blasted and chiseled and secured and
stand sometimes in the darkness. But after
while the mantle of affliction will fall off
and his soul will be greeted by the $4,000
and the thousands of thousands as more than
conqueror. o, my friends, God, our mother,
is just as kind in our Affections as in our
properties. God never touches US but for
our good. If field clean and cultured is
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that has become a statue is better off than
the marble in the quarry, then that soul that
God chastens may be his favorite. Oh the
rocking of the soul is not the rocking of an
earthquake but the rocking of Gods cradle
will comfort you.' 1 have been told that
the pearl in the oyster is merely the result of
a wound or sickness inflicted upon it, and l
do not know but that the
BRIGHTEST GEMS OF HEAVEN
will be found to have been the wounds of
earth kindled into the jeweled brightness of
eternal glory.
remark further that God has mothers
patience for the erriug. If one does wrong
first his associates in life cast him off; if he
goes on in the wrong way, his business
partner casts him off; if he goes on, his best
friends cast him off-his father casts him off
But after all others have cast him off, where
does he goa Who holds no grudge and for
gives the last time as well as the first! Who
sits by the murderer's counsel all through the
long triall Who tarries the longest at the
windows of culprit's cell? Who, when all
others think i'll of man, keeps on thinking
we'll of him! 1t is his mother. God bless
her gray hairs, if she be still alive; and bless
her grave if she be gone! And bless the
rocking chair in which she used to sit, and
bless the cradle that she used to rock, and
bless the Dible she used to read! So God,
our mother, has patience for all the erring
After everybody else has cast man off, God
our mother, comes to the rescue. God leaps
to take charge of bad case. After all the other
doctors have got through the Heavenly Physi-
clan comes in. Human sympathy at such a
time does not amount to much. Even the
sympathy of the church, am sorry to say,
often does not amount to much. l have seen
the most harsh and bitter treatment on the
part of those who professed faith in Christ
toward those who were wavering and erring.
They tried on the wanderer sarcasm and
BILLINGsGATE AND CARIcATURE,
and they tried tittle-tattle. There was one
thing they did not try, and that was forgive
ness. A soldier in England was brought by
sergeant to the colonel. "What," says the
colonel, "bringing the man here again We
have tried everything with him." 'Oh, no"
says the sergeant, s'there is one thing you
''What is it?" said the colonel. Said the
man, "Forgiveness.'' The case had not
gone so far but that it might take that turn,
fho ol oil
you have done so and so; what is your ex-
cuser 81 have no excuse, but am very
sorry," said the man. 'We have made up
our minds to forgive you,'' said the colonel.
The tears started. He had never been ac-
costed in that way before. His life was re-
formed, and that was the starting point for a
positively Christian life. o, church of God,
quit your sarcasm when man falls Quit
your irony, quit your tittle-tattle and try for
giveness. God, your mother, tries it all the
time. A mans sin may be like a continent,
but Gods forgiveness is like the Atlantic and
Pacific oceans, bounding it on both sides.
i want to say, finally, that God has a
mothers way Of putting child to sleep.
You know there is no cradle song like a
mothers. After the excitement Of the even
ing it is almost i'm possible to get the child TO
sleep. If the rocking-chair stop moment
the eyes are wide open; but the mothers
patience and the
MOTHERS SOOTHING MANNER
keep on until, after a while, the angel of
slumber puts his wing over the pillow. Well,
my dear brothers and sisters in Christ, the
time will come when we will be wanting to
be put to sleep. The day Of our life will be
done and the shadows Of the night of death
will be gathering around us. Then we want
God to soothc US, to hush us 10 sleep. Let
the music at our going not be the dirge of
the organ or the knell of the church tower or
the drum ming of ''dead march, but let it
be the hush of mothers lullaby. Oh, the
cradle of the grave will be soft with the pill
low of all the promises. When We are being
rocked into that last slumber / want this to
be the cradle song: "As one whom a
mother comfortctb, so will / comfort you"
ssAsleep in Jesus, Far from Thee
My kindred and their graves may be;
But Thine is still blessed sleep,
From which none ever wake to weep
A Scotchman was dying. His daughter
Nellie sat by the bedside. II was Sunday
evneing and the bell Of the church was ring
ing, calling the people to church. The good
old man, in his dying dream, thought that
he was on the way to church as be used to be
when he went in the sleigh across the river,
and as the evening bell struck up, in his
dying dream he thought it was the call to
church. He said: ''Hark, children, the
bells are ringing; we shall be late: we must
make the mare step out quick" He shiyered
and then said: "PuII the buffalo robe up
closer, ny lass. It's cold crossing the river;
but we viii soon be there, Nellie, we will
soon be therel'' and he smiled and said,
''Just there now" No wonder he smiled.
The good old man had got TO church. Not
the old country church, but the temple in the
skies. Just across the river.
How comfortably did God hush that old
man to sleepl As one whom his mother
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