Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1889-06-29

dies. For a long while that nation
monopolizes the learning of the world.
1t is the nation Of the Arabs. Who
founded it, Ishmael, the lad that Hagar
led into the wilderness. She had no idea
that she was leading forth such destinies.
Neither does any mother. You pass
along the street, and see pass beys and
girls who will yet make the earth quake
with their influence. Who ia that hey
ct Sutton Pool, Plymouth, England,
barefooted, wadinE down into the slush
and slime, until his bare foot m upon
a piece Of glass and he lifts 1t, bleeding
and pain struck That wound in the
foot decides that he BIZ sedentary in his
life, that he be Q student. That wound by
| the glass in the foot decides that he shall
be John Kitto, who shall provide the
best religious encyclopedia the world has
ever provided, and. with his other writ
ipgs as well, throwing a light upon the
word Of God such as has come from no
other man in this century. o mother,
mother, that little hand that wandere
over your face may yet be lifted to hurl
thunderbolts Of war, or drop benedic'
tons. That little voice may blaspheme
God in the grog shop. or cry: For
ward!' to the Lords hosts, az they go
out for their last victory. My mind to.
day leaps thirty years ahead, and | see a
merchant prince of New York. One
stroke Of his pen brings e ship out Of
Canton. Another stroke of his pen
brings a ship into Madras. He Is mighty
in all the money markets OF the world.
Who is he? He sits today beside you IN
the Tabernacle. My Hind leaps thirty
years forward from this time, and tipe
myself in a relief association. A great
multitude OF Christian women have met
together for a generous purpose. There
is one woman in that crowd b seems
to have the confidence of all the others,
and they all look up TO her for her c0un-
sci and her prayers. Who is shef Today
yon will find her in The Sabbath school,
while the teacher tells her Of that Christ
who clothed the naked and fed the hun
| Cry and healed the sick. My mind leaps
forward thirty years from now and find
myself in an African jungle; and there is
a missionary Of the cross addressing the
natives, and their dusky COuntenances
are lrradiated with the glad tidings Of
great Joy and salvation. Who is he2
Did you not hear his voice today in the
first song OF the service? My mind leaps
forward thirty years from now, and
find myself looking through the wickets
Of a prison. see q face SCARED with
every crime. His chin on his open palm,
his elbow on his knee-a picture OF de-
SPAR. AS | open the wicket he starts
and | hear his chain clank. The jail
keeper tells me that he has been in there
now three tines. First for theft, hen
for arson, now for murder. He steps
upon the trap door; the rope is fastened
to his neck. the plank falls, his BODY
swings into the sir, his soul swings of
into eternity. Who is he, and where is
he? Today playing kite on the city COM
mons. Mother, you are today hosting a
throne or forging q chain-you are kind
ling a star or digging q dungeon.
A good many years ago a Christian
mother sat teaching lessons Of religion to
her child and he drank in those lessons.
come forth and establish the Fulton
street prayer meeting and by one meeting
revolutionize the devotions Of the whole
earth and thrill the eternities with his
Christian influence. Lsmphier said it
was his mother who brought him TO Jesus
Christ. She never had an idea that she
wac CadiuS TWIN bhth NCotilISo' buN
., when | SEQ q mother reckless Of her
influence, rafting on toward destruction,
garlsnded for the sacrifice with unseemly
mirth and godlessness, gayly tripping on
down 10 ruin, taxing her children in the
same direction, | cannot help but say:
There they go--Hagar and Ishmaclp'
| tell you there are wilder deserts than
Beersheeba in many of the domestic CIR
cles of this day. Dissipated parents
leading dissipated children. Avarictous
parents leading svaricious children.
Praycriess patents leading prayerless
children. They go through every street,
up every dark alley, into every cellar,
along every highway. Hager and Isn-
mael, and while | pronounce their names
it seems like the moaning Of the death
wind-Hagar and lshmael!
I learn one more lesson from this orr
entail scene and that is, thar every wilder
ness has a well in il. Hagar and Ishmael
gave up TO die. Hagar's heart sank
within her as she heard her child crying:
Water water waterl' All" she says,
my darling. there is no water. This is
a desert" And then Gods angel said
from the cloud: What aiIeth thee,
HagarY" And she locked up and saw him
pointing to a well of water, where she
tilled the bottle for the lad. Blessed be God
that there is in every wilderness q well,
if you only knew how to find it--foun-
taips for all these thirsty souls today.
"On that last day, or that great day OF
the feast, Jesus stood and cried: If any
man thirst, let him come 10 me and
drink" All these other fountains you
find are mere mirages of the desert. Par
a~celsus, you know, epent his time in try
ing to find out the elixir of life-a liquid
which, if taken, would keep one petpet.
ually young in this world, and would
change the aged back again to youth. OF
course, he WAS disappointed; he found
not the elixir. But here ] tell you today
of the elixir Of everlasting life bursting
from the Rock Of Ages" and that drink
ing that water you shall never get old,
and you will never be sick, and you will
never die. "Ho, every one that thirsteth,
come We to the waters" All, here is q
man who says: Il have been looking for
that fountain a great while, but can't find
it," And here is some one else who says:
II believe sill you cay, but ! have been
trudging along in the wilderness, and
can't find the fountain" Do YOU know
the reasop2 will tell you. You never
looked in the right direction. 90" you
say. IL have looked everywhere. | have
looked north, south, east and west, aud |
haven't found the fountain" Why, you