Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1886-10-08
st OUT But RESCUED.
ro,mage's Deductions from
, pathetic Story of Hagar
" in the wilderness.

50 pathetic Story of Hagar
in the Wilderness.
:, God Opened Her Eyes and She
Saw a Well Of Water; and She
Gave the Lad Drink"
- T Do Witt Talmage preached int
pei ,;,n Tabernacle. The subject was
eoA' Ant but Rescued, ]" and the text:
wv w., opened her eyes and she saw a well
ri uo| md she went and filled the bottle with
V asant gave tho lad Embellishments xxi. 10.
Emo breaks upon Beersheba. There
July. 1arly stir in the house of old Abraham.
~ w. has been trouble among the domes-
~ Hogar, on assistant in the household,
,ar son, a brisk lad of Is years, have
. ~, impudent, and Sarah, the mistress
Y ns household, puts her foot down
hard and says that they will have to
the premises. They are packing up
Abraham, knowing that the journey
iva his servant and her son will be very
wv and across desolate places, in the
p'insss of his heart sets about putting up
n ,,,, bread and bottle with water in it.
u ;s very plain lunch that Abraham pro-
,as bnt I warrant you there would have
AZ enough of it had they not lost their
e. aGod be with you!" said old Abra-
" rs he gave the lunch to Hagar and a
/ al many charges as to how she should
Islnct the journey. Ishmael, the boy, I
nnose. bounded away in the morning
M Boys always like change. Poor
smael, He has no idea of the disasters
4 are ahead of him. Hagar gives one
lingering look ON the familiar place,
" she had spent so many happy days,
scene associated with the pride and
4 Of her heart. young Ishmael.
|Tbe scorching noon comes on. The air
sitting and moves across the desert with
siderable suffocation. IshmaeI, the boy,
+gins to complain and lies down, but
|agar rouses him up, saying nothing about
|, own weariness or the sweltering heat;
1, mothers can endure anything. Trudge,
|plge, trudge. Crossing the dead level of
4 desert, how YEARLY and slowly the
lilies slip! A tamarind that seemed hours
TO- TO stand only justa little ahead. inyit-
r the travellers to come under its shadow,
bw is AS far Off as ever, or seemingly so.
Eght drops upon the desert and the travel
{ are pillowless. Ishmael, very weary, l
bwose. instantly falls asleep. Hagar, as
i shadows of the night begin TO lap over
tch cther-Hagar hugs her weary boy to
II bosom and thinks of the fact that it is
er fault that they are in the desert. A
al looks out, and every falling tear it
sses with sparkle. A wing Of wind
pines over the hot earth and lifts the locks
om the fevered brow of the boy.
[agar sleeps titfully, and in her dreams
a7els over the weary day and half nwakes
er son by crying out in her sleep "Ishmael!
slmael"
And SO they go on day after day and
isat after night; for they have lost their
|w, No path in the shifting sands; no
ZEN in the burning sky. The sack empty
fiLe Aonr; the water gone from the bottle.
That shall she do? AS she puts her faint
G lshmael under stunted shrub Of the
id plain she sees the bloodshot eye and
els the hot hand and watches the blood
rsting from the cracked tongue, and
ne is a shrek in the desert of Beersheba:
e shall die! We shall die" Now, no
iher was ever made strong enough to
" her son cry in vain for q drink.
retofore she had cheered her boy by
missing n speedy end Of the journey.
4 even smiled upon him when he felt
,lerately enough. Now there is nothing
Do but place him under shrub and let
y die. She had thought that she would
there and watch until the spirit of her
would go away forever, and then she
nd breathe out her own life on his
m, heart; but as the boy begins to claw
tongue in agony of thirst and struggle
and begs his mother to slay
i. she cannot endure the spectacle. She
IS him under a shrub and goes off bow
VI, and begins to weep until nll the
,ert seems sobbing, and her cry strikes
~ through the heavens; and an angel
God comes out on cloud and looks
Sn upon the appalling grief and cries:
agar, what aileth thee?" She looks up
4 she sees the angel pointing to q we'll
water, where she fills the bottle for the
. Thank God! Thank God!
!. | learn from this oriental scene, in
first place, what sad thing it is when
ople do not know their place and get
proud for their business. Hagar was
assistant in that household, but she
nted to rule there. She ridiculed and
red until her son, Ishmael, got the same
ks. She dashed out her own happiness,
threw Sarah into great fret; and If
!. had staid much longer in that house.
Id she would have upset calm Abraham's
llibrium. My friends, one-half of the
uble in the world to-day comes from the
It that people do not know their place,
finding their place, will not stay in it.
4en we come into the world there is al
VS. place ready for us-a place for
ralIam, place for Sarah, n place for
'sar, q place for Ishmael, place for
u, and place for me. Our first duty is
lind our sphere; our second is to keep it.
may be born in sphere far off from
} one for which God finally intends us.
Xtus V. was born on the low ground, and
S swineherd. God called him up to
We a seepter. Ferguson spent his early
Us in looking after sheep. God called
II up to look after stars and be q shep-
I'd Watching the focks of light on the
lsldes of heaven. Hogarth began by en-
wing pewter pots. God raised him to
nd in the enchanted realm Of a painter.
lie shoemaker's bench held Bloomfield
a little while, but God raised him to sit
the chair of philosopher and Christian
.olar. The soap-boiler of London could
Keep his con in that business, for God
decided that Hawley was to be one OF
greatest astronomers of England.
yh the other hand, we may be born III
mere little higher than that for which
"a Intends us. We may be born in
SIZE, and play in costly conservatory,
q, Iced high-bred pointers, and angle for
,a-lsn in artificial ponds, and be familiar
IN princes, yet God may better have
gl uS for !, .,,,a,,far'c Sbop or a