The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-08-20

my store houses" Oh, my friends, if the
combined mistortunes and disasters Of life
have made you climb up into the arms of a
sympathetic and compassionate Col.
through all eternity you will bless him that
in this world 'there was sharp rock ON
the one side, and a sharp rock on the other
side.n
Again, that man is in the crisis of the
text who has home troubles and outside
persecution at the same time. The world
treats a man we'll just as long as it pays
best to treat him well. As long as it can
manufacture success out of his bone, and
brain, and muscle, it favors him. The
world fattens the horse it wants to drive
But let man soc it his duty TO cross the
track of the world, then every bush is full
of horns and tusks thrust at him. They
will 5elittle him. They will caricature
him. They will call his generosity self
aggrandizement, and his piety sanctimoni-
ousness Tho very worst persecution will
sometime come upon him from those who
profess to be christians
John Milton-great and good John
MiltOn-so forgot himself as to pray, in SO
many words, that his enemies might be
eternally thrown down into the darkest and
deepest gulf of hell, and be the undermost
and most detected and the lowest down
vassals of perditionl And Martin Luther
u
his theological opponents: "Put them in
whatever sauce you please, roasted, or
fried, or baked. or stewed, or boiled, or
hashed, they are nothing but assesm All,
my friends, If John Milton or Martin
Luther could come down to such scurrility.
what may you not expect from less ele-
waited opponentsl Now, the world some
times takes after them; the newspapers
take after them; public opinion takes after
them, and the unfortunate man Is lied
about until all the dictionary of Billings
gate is exhausted on him You often see
man whom you know to be good, and pure,
and honest, set upon by the world, and
mauled by whole communities, while
vicious men take on a supercilious air in
condemnation of him; as though Lord JEFF
freys should write an essay on geutleness,
or Henry VIII. talk about purity, or Herod
take to blessing little children.
Now, certain amount of persecution
rouses mans defiance, stirs his blood for
magnificent battle, and makes him fifty
times more man than he would have been
without the persecution. So it was with
the great reformer when he said: 81 will
not be put down; l will be heard" And so
it was with Millard, the preacher. in the
time of Louis XII When Louis XI. sent
word to him that unless he stopped preach
ing in that style he would throw him into the
river, he replied: Tell the king t at will
reach heaven sooner by water than he will
reach it by fast horses" A certain amount
of persecution is tonic and inspiration, but
too much of it, and too long continued,
becomes the rock Bozez throwing a dark
shallow over mans life. What is he to
do then9 g , home, you say. Good advice,
that. That is just the place for
man to go when the world abuses
him. Go home Blessed be God for
our quiet and sympathetic homes. But
there is many man who has the reputa-
tion of having a home when he has none
Through unthinkingness of precipitation,
there are many matches made that ought
never to have been made. An officiating
priest cannot alone unite a couple. The
Lord Almighty must proclaim banns.
There is many home in which there is no
sympathy, and no happiness, and no good
cheer. The clamor Of the battle may not
have been heard outside, but God knows,
notwithstanding all the playing Of the
wedding March," and all the odor Of tho
orange blossoms, ana the benedction Of the
officiating pastor, there has been no mar
riage.
Sometimes men have awakened to find
on one side of them the rock of persecution,
and on the other side the rock of domestic
infelicity. What snail such an one doa Do
as Jonathan did-climb Get up the heights
of Gods consolation, from which we may
look down in triumph upon outside persecu
ton and home trouble. While good and
great John Wesley was being silenced by
the magistrates, and having his name writ
ten ON the board fences Of London in dog
gerel, at that very time his vito was max
ing him as miserable as she could-acting as
though she were possessed with the devil,
AS l suppose she was; never doing MIN a
kindness until the day she ran away, 50 that
he wrote in his diary these words: 81 did
not forsake her; | have not dismissed her !;
! will not recall her." Planting one foot,
John Wesley did, upon outside persecution,
and the other foot on home trouble, he
climed I'D into the heights of christian joy,
and after preaching forty thousand SER
mons and travelling two hundred and sew
enty thousand miles, reached the heights of
heaven, though in Tia W, rid he had it hard
enough-"a sharp rock on the one side, and
a sharp rock on the other"
Again, that woman glands in the crisis of
the text, who has bereavement and u strug
gle for livelihood at the Same time. With
out mentioning names, | speak from obser-
vaUion. All, il is hard thing for woman
to make an honest living, even when her
heart is not troubled, and she has a fair
cheek and the magnetism of an exquisite
presence. But now the husband, or the
father, is dead. Tne expenses of the
obsequies have absorbed all that was left in
the savings bank, and wan and wasted
with weeping and watching, sho goes forth
"a grave, a hearse, a coffin, behind her
to contend for her existence, and
the existence of her children, When
| see such battle as that open, /
shut my eyes at the ghastliness of the
spectacle. Men sit with embroidered SLIP
pers and write heartless ESSAYS about wom
ans wages: but that question is made up
of tears and blood, and there Is moro blood
than tears. Oh, give woman free access to
all the realms where she can geta Livelihood,
from the telegraph office to the pulpit. Let
mems wages be cut down before hers are
cut down. Men have iron in their souls
and can stand it, Make the way free to
her of the broken heart. May God put into
my hand the cold, bitter cup Of priyation,
and give me nothing but a windowless hut
for shelter for many years, rather than that
after Pm dead there should go out from my
home into the pitiless world Il woman's arm
to fight the Gettysburg. the Austerlitz. the
Waterloo Of life, for bread
And yet how many women there are
seated between the rock Of bereavement on
tho one side, and the rock Of destitution
on the other, Bozez and Seneh interlOcking
their shadow and dropping them upoa her
miserable way There Is a sharp rock on
the one side, and sharp rock on the other
side.n What are such 10 dol Somehow,
let them climb up into the nights OF the
glorious promise: "Leave thy fntherloss
children; | will preserve them alive, and
let thy widows trust In me-" Or get upinto
the nights Of that other glorious promise:'