The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-07-09


| There is no sign of destitution about you--
| pleasant appearance, and "a cheerful home
for you but God only knows what a time
You have had to manage your private
finances. just as the bills run up, the wages
seem to run down. But you are not the
only one who has not been paid for hard
| work. The great Wilkie sold his celebrated
piece, ''The Blind Fiddler" for fifty guineas,
although afterward it brought its thous-
andS. The world hangs in admiration
over the sketch of Gainsborough, yet that
very sketch hung for years in the shop win
| dow because there was not any purchaser.
Oliver Goldsmith sold his "Vicar of Wake
field" for few pounds, in order to keep the
baillf out of the door and the vast ma
! Jorlty of men in all occupations aud pro-
tessons are not fully paid for their work.
| You may say nothing, but life to you is
| hard push; and when you sit down with
your wife and talk over the expenses,
you both rise up discouraged. You
abridge here, and you abridge
there, and you get things
snug for smooth saiiings, and LOT suddenly
| there is large doctors bin TO pay, or you
| have lost your pocketbook or some credi-
tor has failed, and you are thrown a-beam
end. Well, brother. you are in glorious
| company. Christ owned not the house in
which he stopped, or the colt on which he
rode, or the boat in which he sailed He
| lived in borrowed house he was buried in
a borrowed grave. Exposed to all kinds of
| weather, yet he had only one suit of
| clothes. He breakfasted in tbs morning,
and no one could possibly tell where he
could get anything to eat before night He
| would have been pronounced financial
| failure He had to perform a miracle to
| get money to pay tax bill. Not dollar
did he own Privation of domesticity !;
privation of nutritious food; privation of a
| comfortable couch on which to sleep; priva-
| tion of all worldly resources The kings of
the earth had chased chaliceS out of which
to drink; but Christ had nothing but
| plain cup set before him, and it was very
| sharp, and it was very sour. He took the
| vinegar.
There also is the sourness of bereavement
| There were years that passed along before
| your family circle was invaded by death :
| but the moment the charmed circle was
broken, everything seemed to dissolve
| Hardly have you put the black apparel in
| the wardrobe b9fore you have again to take
| 1T ont. Great and rapid changes in your
family record. You got the house and re-
| ioiced in it, but the charm was gone as soon
as the Grape hung on the doorbel. The
| one upon whom you most depended was
| taken away from you A cold marble slab
lies on your heart to-day. Once, as the
children romped through the house, you put
your hand over your aching head, and said :
"Oh, If | could only have it stilln Oh, it
is too still now. You lost your patience
when the tops, and the strings and the shells
were left amid floor; but oh, you would be
willing to have the trnkets scattered all
| over the floor again, If they were scattered
| by the same hands. With what a ruthless
| ploughshare bereavement rips up the heart
| But Jesus knows all about that. You
| cannot tell him anything new in regard to
| hnr Ia hnA only fa..
friends, and when he lost one it
brought tears to his eyes. Lazarus
had often entertained him at his house.
! Now Lazarus is dead and buried, and Christ
| breaks down with emotion-the convulsion
| of grief shuddering through all the ages of
| bereavement. Christ knows what it is to
| go through the house missing familiar In
| mate Christ knows what it is to sec an
unoccupied place at tho table. Were there
not four Of them Mary, and Martha, and
| Christ, and Lazarus: Four of them-but
where is Lazarusl Lonely and afflicted
Christ, his great loving eyes filled with
| tears, which drop from eye to cheek, and
from cheek to beard, and from beard to
robe, and from robe to floor. Oh, yes, yes,
he knows all about the loneliness and the
heartbreak. He took the vinegar
Then there is the sourness of the death
| hour. Whatever else we may escape, that
sometimes have a curiosity to know how
will behave when | come to die. Whether
| will be calm or excited-whether | will be
filed with "reminiscences or with anticipa-
ton cannot say. But come to the point,
| must and you must. Ia the six thousand
years that have passed, only two person5
have got into the eternal world without
death, aud | do not suppose that God Is
going to send "A carriage for US with horses
of fame, to draw us up the sleeps of
heaven; but | suppose we will have to 90
like the preceding generations. An officer
from the future world will knock at tho
door of our heart and serve on us the writ
of ejectment, and we will have to surren-
der. And we viii wake up after the ~
autumnal. and wintry, and vernal, and
summery glOrIes have vanished from our
vision-we will wake up into a realm which
has only one season. and that tho season Of
everlasting love- But you say: II don't
want to break out from my present associa-
tions. II 10 SO chilly and so damp TO 60 down
the stairs of that vault. | don't want any
thing drawn so tightly over my eyes. If
there were only some way Of breaking
through the partition betwcen worlds with
out tearing this body all to shreds | won
der If the surgeons and the doctors cannot
compound "A mixture by which this body
and soul can all the time be kept togetheri
i there no escape from this separation,
None. absolutely none. SO look over this
audielce to-day the vast majority of you
seeming IA good health aud spirits-and yet
/ realize that in a short time all Of us will
bs gone--gone from earth, and gone forever.
A great many men tumble through the gates
of the future, as it were, and we d. not
know where they have gone, and they only
add gloom and mystery to the passage; but
Jesus Christ 50 nightly st)rmed the gates
Of that future world that they have never
since been closely shut. Christ knows what
it Is to leave this world, Of the beauty of
which he was more appreclative than we
ever could be. He knows the exquisite
ness of tho phosphorescence of tho sea;
he trod it. He knows the glories OF
the midnight heavens; for they were the
spangled canopy of his wilderness pillow.
He kno rs about the lilies, he twisted them
into his sermon. He knows about the 70 ais
OF the air: they whirred their way through
his discourse lie knows about the sorrows
Of leaving this beautiful world. Not "A
taper was kinded in the darkness. He
died physicianleas. He died in cold sweat,
and dizziness, and hemorrhage, and agony
that have put him in sympathy with all the
dying. He goes through christe1dom, and
he gathers up the stings out Of all the death
pillows, and he puts them under his own
neck and head. He gathers on his own
tongue the burning thirsts Of many genera
tions The sponge is soaked in the sorrows
of all those who have died in their beds as
we'll as soaked In the sorrows OF all those
who perished in icy or fiery martyrdom
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