St. Landry democrat., 1886-10-02

he? This afternoon playing kite on the
city commons. Mother, you are this
morning hosting throne or forging a
chain: you are kindling a star or digging
a dungeon.
A. learn one more lesson from this ORR
| entail scene, and that is, that every Wild
erness has well in it. Hagar and Ish.
mael gave up to die. Hagar's heart sank
within her as she heard her child cryings
"Water! Water. Water"
"Ah," she says, ''my darling, there 10
no water. This is a desert"
And then Gods angel said from the
cloud: ''What aileth thee, Hagar?"
And she looked up and saw him point
! ing to a well Of water, where she filed the
| bottle for the lad. Blessed be God, that
! there Is in every wilderness a weH il you
| only know how to find it-fountains for
all these thirsty souls this morning. On
that last day, on that great day of the
feast. Jesus stood and cried:
Ho, every man that thirsteth, come We to
| the waters.
| All, here is man who says:
| Ihave been looking for that fountain q
great while. but can't find it,"
And here is some one else who says;
u believe all you say, but have been
trddging along in the wilderness and can't
! find the fountain"
Do you know the reason? I will tell
| YOU. You never looked in the right dirse.
ton.
"Oh," you say, II have looked every
where. l have looked north, SOUTH east
and west, and haven't found the sount-
ain"
| Why, you are not looking in the right
| direction at all. Look up where Hager
looked. She never would have found the
fountain at all, but when she heard the
voice of the angel she looked up, and saw
| the finger pointing to the supply. And,
o, soul, if to- day with one earnest, intense
pray you would only look up to Christ, He
would point you down to the supply in the
wilderness.
Look unto Me all ye ends of the earth. ana
be We saved; for am God, and there Is none
| else.
Look! look! as Hager looked!
Yes, there is well for every deser Of be-
reavement. Looking over the sudience
this morning, notice an unusual number
of signs of mourning and woe. Have you
found consolation? o man bereft, 0
woman bereft, have you found consola-
| ton? Hearse after hearse We step from
one grave hillock to another grave hillock.
We follow corpses, ourselves soon to be
like them. The world is in mourning for
it's dead. Every heart has become
| the sepulcher of some buried joy.
| But sing ye to God; every wilderness has
we'll in it; and l come to that well to-
day, and begin to draw water from that
well. If you have lived in the country
you have sometimes taken hold of the rope
of the old well-sweep, and you know how
the bucket. came up, dripping with bright,
cool water. And l lay hold of the rope Of
Gods mercy this morning, and l begin to
draw on that gospel well-sweep, and l see
the buckets coming up.
Thirsty soul! Here is one bucket of lifel
Come and drink of it.
Whosoever will, let him come and take Of
the water of life freely.
pull away again at the rope, and an
| other bucket comes up. 1t is this promise:
Weeping may endure for night. but Joy
cometh in the morning.
lay hold of the rope again, and I pull
away with all my strength, and the bucket
comes up, bright, and beautiful, and cool.
Here is the promise:
Come unto me all We who are weary and
heavy laden, and will give you rest.
The old astrologers used to cheat the
people with the idea that they could tell
from the position of the stars what would
occur in the future, and if cluster of
stars stood in one relation, that would be
prophecy of good. What superstitionl
But here is a new astrology in which I
put my faith. By looking up to the stag
of Jacob, the morning star of the Re-
deemer, can make this prophecy in re-
gard to those who put their trust in God:
"Au things work together for good to
those who love God" Do you love him?
Have you seen the Nyctanthes? It is a
beautiful flower, but it gives very
little fragrance until after sunset.
Then it pours its richness on the air. And
this grace Of the gospel that commend
to you this morning, while it may be very
sweet during the day Of prosperity, it
pours forth its richest aroma after sum
down. And it will be sundown with you
and me after awhile. When you come to
go out Of this world will it be desert
march, or will it be drinking at foun.
tain?
A Christian Hindoo was dying, and his
heather comrades came around him and
tried to comfort him by reading some Of
the pages of their theology; but he waved
his hand as much as to say:
81 don't want to hear it."
Then they called in a heather priest, and
he said:
"If you will only recite the Numtra ii
will deliver you from hell" He waved his
hand, as much as to say:
81 don't want to hear that"
Then they said: "Call on Juggernaut."
He shook his head, as much as to say:
st can't do that"