New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-09-19

different sDlaces he speaks of them ais con-
tinuous river. saying: There is a river the
streams whereof shall make glad the city of
God:ss sstfIou shalt make them drink of the
rivers Of thy pleasures; chou greatly en-
richest it with the river of God which is full
of water"
But many OF you have turned your back
on that supply, and confront your trouble
and YOU are soured with your circumstances
and you are frightening society, and you
are frightening pursuing world and troubles.
ms tead ofdriving you into the cool lake of
heavenly comfort have made you stop and
turn round and lower your head and it is
simply antler against tooth I do NOT
blame you. Probably under the same cir.
curnstances / would have done worse. But
you are all wrong. You need to do as the
reindeer does in February and March-it
sheds its horns. The Radbinical writer's
allnde to this resignation of antlers by the
stag when they say of a man who ventures
his money in risky enterprises, he has hung
it on the stag s horns that proverb in the
far East tells man who has foolishly lost
his fortune to go and find where the deer
shed her horns. My brother, quit the an
tagonism of your circumstances. quit mis-
anthropy, quit complaint, quit pitching into
your pursuers, be as wise as, next spring,
will be all the reindeer of the Adirondacks.
Shed your horns
But very many of you who are wroneed
OF the world-and if any assembly between
Sandy Hook, New York. and Golden Gate,
San Francisco, it were asked that those that
had been sometime badly treated should
raise both their hands, and full response
should be made, there would be twice as
many hands lifted as persons present. say
many of you would declare: eve have al
ways done the best we could and tried to be
useful, and why we should become the vic
TINS of malignent,. or invalidism, or mshap,
III ING JnTIJt faI NInl i
the finer deer and the more elegantits pro-
portions, that the more beautifuIits bearing,
the more anxious the hunters and hounds
are to capture it, Had that roebuck a rag
ged fur and broken hoofs and an obliterated
eye and a limping gate, the hunters
would have said: ''Pshaw! don't let us
waste our ammunition on a sick deer And
the hounds would have given q few shifts of
the track and then darted off in another di-
rection for better game. But when they see
d deer with an tiers lifted in mighty challenge
to earth and sky and the sleek hide looks as
if had been smoothed by invisible hands,
and the fat sides lnclose the richest pasture
that could be nibbed from the banks of rills
SO clear they seem to have dropped out of
heaven, and the stamp of it's foot defies the
Jack-shootln lantern and the rife, the horn
and the hound, that deer they will have if
they must needs break their neck in the rapids.
SO if there were no noble stuff in your make
up, if you were a bifurcated nothing, if you
were torlorn failure, you would be allowed
to go undisturbed; but the fact that the
whole pack is in full cry after you is proof
positive that you are splendid game and
worth capturing. Therefore sarcasm draws
on you it's "fnest bead" Therefore the
world goes cunning for you with it's best
Maynard breech-loader. Highest compli-
ment is 1T to your talent, OF your virtue, or
your usefulness. You will be assailed in pro-
portion to your great achievements. The
greatest and mightiest being the world ever
saw had set after him all the hounds terres-
tial and diabolic and they Tapped his blood
after the Calarean massacre. The world paid
nothing to it's Redeemer but bramble aud
cross. Many who have done their best to
make the world better have had such rough
time OF it that all their pleasure is in antici-
patton of the next world, and they would if
they could express their own feelings in the
words of the Baroness of Nairn at the close
of her long life:
"Would you be young again?
So would not l;
One tear of memory given,
Onward I'll HE;
Lites dark wave forded DER,
All but at rest on shore,
Saw, would you plunge once more,
SSlth home SO nigh?
eff you might would you now
Retrace your way?
Wander through stormy wilds.
Faint and astray?
Nights gloomy fled,
Morning all beaming red.
Hope smile around us shed,
Heavenward, away!'
But what is relief for all these pursuits of
trouble, and annoyance, and pain and be-
reaVement? My text gives it to YOU in a.
word of three letters, but each letter is a,
chariot if you would triumph a throne if
you want to be crowned, or a lake if you
would Stake your thirst-yea, chain of three
letters-G-od, the One for whom David
longed, and the One whom David found
You might as we'll meet stag which, after
its sixth mile of running at the topmostspeed
through thicket and gorge, and with the
breath of the dogs on its heels, has come in
full sight of Scroon Lake and tried to cool
its projecting and blistered tongue with a
drop of dew from a blade of grass, as to at
tempt to satisfy an immortal soul, when fly
ing from trouble and sin, with anything less
deep, and high, and broad and immense,
and infinite and eternal than God
His comfort, why it embosoms all distress.
His arm, it wrenches off all bondage His
hand,S it wipes away all tears. HIS Christly
atonement, it makes us all right with the past,
and alright with the future, and allrightfor
ever. Lamartine tells us that King Nimrod
sald TO his three sons: Here are three vases,
and one is of clay, another of amber, and an
other of gold. Choose now which you will
have" The eldest son, having the first choice,
chose the vase of gold, on which was written
the word empire" and when opened it was
found to contain human blood The second
son, having the next choice, chose the vase of
amber, inscribed with the word sfglory," and
when opened it contained the ashes of those
who were once called great. The third son
took the vase of clay, and opening it, found
it empty, but on the bottom of it was inscribed
the name of God. King Nimrod asked his
courtiers which vase they thought weighed
the most. The avaricious men of his court
said the vace of gold. The poets said the one
OF amber. But the wisest men said the emp
ty vase, because one letter of the name of
God outweighed universe
For Him thirst; for His grace I beg; on
His promise build my all. Without Him
cannot be happy. Ihaye tried the world
and it does well enough as far as it goes, but
1T is too uncertain a world. have been one
OF the most unfortunate, or, to use a more
Christian word, one of the most blessed of
men, blessed in my parents, blessed in the
place of my nativity, blessed IN my health,
blessed in my field of work, blessed in my nat
ural temperament, blessed in my family,
blessed in my opportunities, blessed in a
comfort la5a livelihood. b1aorod