The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1888-08-24

ana crushed him to death, 50 Jeaiousy is
MOI only absurd, but it il killing to the body
and 1t Is killing to the soul. How seldom
1t is you lind ono merchant speaking
ven Of a merchant h the same
line of business. How seldom it is you hear
Of a physician speaking well Of d physician
on the same block. Oh, my friends, the
world is large enor-h for an of MS. Let us
rejoice at the sueeee Efothers. T~henexthcst
thing to owning q garden ourselves eto
look over the fence and adiaire the flowers.
The next best thing to riding in fine equip
aee is to stand on the street add admire the
3rancing span. The next best thing to hay-
ing a banquet given to our prodigal brother
hat has conn home to his fathers house.
Besides that, II we do not get as much hon
or and as much attention as Others, we ought
to congratulate ourselves on what we escape
n the way of assault. The. French general,
riding on horseback at the head ofhis troops,
heard a soldier complain and say: 'lt is
very easy for the general to command us for
ward while he rides and we walk. when
the general ~dismounted and compelled the
complaining soldier to get on the horse.
Coming through a ~ravine, q bullet from q
sharpsbooter struck the rider, and he fell
dead. Then the general said: How much
safer it is to walk than to ridel"
Once more / hare 20 tell you that this sen.
Tor brother of my text stands for the pout.
ing Chistian. While there is so much con.
graduation within doors. the hero Of my text
Glands outside, the corners of his mouth
drawn down; looking as he feels-miserabl4
/ am glad his hgubrious physiOgnomy did
not spoil the festivity within, How many
pouting Christians there are in our day
Christians who do not like the music Of orr
churches, Christians who do not like the
hilarities of the y~ounS-pouting, pouting,
pointing at society, pouting at the fashions,
pouting at the newspapers, pouting at the
ci:flrch, pouting at the government,
pointing at the high heaven. Their spleen
is too large, their liver does not work,
their digestion is broken down. There
are two cruets in their castor always
sure to be well supplied-vinegar and red
peppert Oh, come away from that mood.
Stir a little saccarine into your disposition.
While you avoid the desoluteness of the
younger son., avoid also the iracibility and
the petulance and the pouting spirit Of the
elder son, and initiate the father, who had
embraces for the returning prodigal and
coaxing words for the splenetic ~malcontent.
All the face of this pouting elder son is
put before us in order that we might bsSter
see the radiant and iorgiving face Of tks
father. Contrasts are mighty. The artists
in sketching the field of Waterloo, years aft
er the battle, put q dove in the mouth of the
eannon Raphael, in one of his cartoons, be-
side the face Of a wretch put the face of a
HdRpg anu nlDGenb GNU. AuQ 80 bne BOu6
face of this indescrible and Disguised elder
brother is brought out in order that in thr
contrast We may better understand the for
giving and the radiant face Of God. That
is the meaning OF God. That is the meaning
ofit-that God is ready to take back any
body that is sorry, to take him clear back to
takehim back forever, and foreyerto take him
back with a loving hug. to put a kiss on his
parehed lip, a ring on his bIoated hand, an
easy hoe on his chafed foot, a garland on
his bleeding temples, and heaven in his soul.
Oh; / fall fiat on that mercyl Come, my
brother, and let us eet down into the dust.
resolved never to rise until the Fathers for.
giving hand shall lift us.
Oh, what a God we havel Bring your dox-
ologies. Come, earth and heaven, and Join
in the worship. Cry aloud. Lift the palm
branchesl Do you not feel the Fathers arm
around your neck? Do you not feel the
warm breath of your Father against your
cheek2 Surrender, younger sonl Surrender,
elder sonl Surrender, all oh, go in today
and sit down at tho banquet. Take o slice
of the fatted calf, and a~fterward. when yoa
are seated, wffh one hand in the hand Of the
returned brotks., and the other hand in the
hand Of the rejoicing father, let your heart
beat time to the clapping Of the eymbal and
the mellow voice of the flute. lit is meet
that we should make merry and be glad: for
this thy brother was dead and is alive again;
and was lost, and is found.