The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-12-17

aud my bread be Scant! SIT at the hlng
banquet
Oh what q poor, shallow stream is
worldly endowment compared with tue deep.
broad, OVERLOOKING river of Gods peace,
rolling midway in the christian heart
Sometimes you have gone out on the iron
bound beach of the sea when there has been
a storm on the ocean, and you have seen
the waves dash into white foam at your
feet. They did not do you any harm.
While there, you thought of the chapter
written by the Psalmist, and perhaps you
recited it to yourself while the storm was
making commentary upon tho passage:
God is our refuge and strength, very
present help in time of trouble. Therefore
will | not fear though the earth be removed,
and though the mountains be carried into
the midst of the sea; though the waters
thereof roar and be troubled, though tho
mountains shake with the swelling thereof.
Selahp Oh, how independent the
religion of Christ makes man
of worldly success and worldly cir
cumstances Nelson, the night before his
last battle, said: Tomorrow | shall win
either peerage or q grave in Westminster
Abbey And it does not make much diff
ference to the christian whether lie rises or
falls in worldly matters no mas everlasting
renown any way. Other plunage may be
torn in the blast, but that soul adorned
WIN CHRISTIAN grace, Is laTeT tndh Jne
dove, its wings covered with silver, and Its
feathers with yellow gold.
You and | have found out that people
who pretend to be happy are not always
happy. Look at that young man carica-
turing the christian religion, soothing at
everything good going into registering
drunkenness, dashing the champagne bottle
to the floor, rolling the glasses from the bar
room counter, laughing, shouting, stamp
81, 81, Il L. . I
will go to his midnight pillow. l will see
him turn the gas off. / will ask myself if
the pillow on which he sleeps is rs soft IS
the pillow on which that pure young man
sleeps. All no. When he opens his eyes
in the morning, will the world he us bright
to him as TO that young man who retired at
night saying his prayers, invoking Gods
blessing upon his own soul and the souls of
his comrades, aud father and mother
and brother and sister far away No,
no. His laughter will ring out from
the saloons SO That you hear it as you pass
by, but it is hollow laughter; in it is the
swapping of heart-strings and the rattle of
prison gates. Happy that young
man happy. Let him fill high
the bowl he cannot drown an
upbraiding conscience. Let the balls
roll through the bowling alley; the deep
rumble and the sharp crack cannot over
power Lu6 VOICES Ol COuutLnllullOus l4st MIN
whirl in the dance of sin aud temptation
and death All the brilliancy of the scene
cannot make him forget the last look of his
mother, as he left home, when she said to
him: NOW, my son, you will do right, /
am sure you will d0right; you viii, won't
you ~ That young man happys Why,
across every night there fits shadows of
eternal darkness; there are adders coiled up
in every cup; there are vultures Of dspair
fril int ba.,
there are skeleton fingers of grief pinehing
at his throat. / come in amid the clicking
of the glasses and under the flashing of the
chandeliers, and | cry: "Woel woel The
way OF the ungodly shall perish. There is
no peace, saith my God to the wicked. The
way Of transgressors is hard.n Oh, my
friends, there is more joy in one drop of
Christian satisfaction than in whole rivers
of sinful delight. Other wings may be
drenched of the storm and splashed of the
tempest, but the dove that comes In through
the window of this heavenly ark has wings
like the dove covered with silver, and her
feathers with yellow gold.
Again l remark, religion is an adorn-
ment ia the style of usefulness into which
it inducts a man Here are two young
men. The one has fine culture. exquisite
wardrobe, plenty Of friends, great worldly
success, but he lives for himself. His chief
lessly. He dies unregretted. Here is an
other young mau. His apparel may not be
SO good, his education may not be SO
thorough. He lives for others. His happi-
ness is to make others happy. He is as self
denying as that dying soldier, falling in
the ranks, when he said: Colonel, there is
no need of those boys firing themselves by
carrying me to the hospital; let me die just
where | ann So this young man of whom
I u sn1 "a hn IN
love him, is not ashamed to carry bundle
of clothes up that dark alley to the poor.
Which of those young men do you admire
the better2 The one a sham, the other
prince imperial.
Oh, do you know of anything, my hearer,
that is more beautiful than to see a young
man start out for Christi Here is someone
falling; he lifts him up. Here is a vagabond
boy; he introduces him to mission school,
Here Ia family freezing to death; he
carries them a scuttle Of coal. There are
eight hundred millions peishing in mid
night heather darkness; by all possible
means he tries to send to them the gospel.
He may be laughed at, and he may be
sneered at and he may be caricatured, but
he Is not ashamed TO go everywhere, say
ing: II am not ashamed of the gospel of
Christ. 1t is the power of God aud the
wisdom of God unto salvation" Such
young man can go through everything
There is no force on earth or in hell that
can resist him.
] show you three spec'acles. Spectacle
the first: Napoleon passes by with the host
that went down with him to Egypt, and up
with him through Russia, and crossed the
continent on the bleeding heart OF which he
set his iron heel, and across the quivering
flesh Of which he went grinding the wheels
Of his gun carriages-in bis dying moment,
asking his attendants to put on his military
boots for him.
Spectacle the second Voltaire, bright,
and learned, and witty, and eloquent, with
tongue, and voice. and stratagem Internal,
warning against God and poisoning whole
kingdoms with his infdelity, yet applauded
by the clapping hands Of thrones, and EN-
pires, and continents-his last words, III
delirlum, supposing Christ standing by the
bedside-his last words: "Crush that
wretchm
Spectacle the third Paul-Paul in.igni-
ficant In person, thrust out from all refined
association, scourgo1, spat on, bounded
like wild beast from city to city, yet try
ing to make the world go d and heaven
full; announcing resurrection TO those who
mourned at the barred gates OF the dead I;
speaking consolation which light up the
ewes Of widowhood and orphanage and
want with glow Of certain and eternal re-
lease; undaunted before those who could
take his life, his cheek flushed with trans
port, and his eye on heaven; with one hand
shaking defiance at all the foes OF earth and
all the principalities Of hell, and with the
other hand reckoning messenger angels 70
come and bear him away as he SAYS: 81