Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1889-03-27

crush yon, but to arouse you, to animate
you, to propel you. The blacksmith does
not thrust the iron into the forge and then
blow away with the bellows, and then bring
the hot iron out on the anvil and beat with
stroke after stroke 60 ruin the iron, but 70
prepare it for batter USE. Oh that the
Lord God OF Nehemiah would rouse up all
broken-heareed people to rebuild. Whip
ped, betrayed, shipwrecked. imprisoned
Paul went right on. The Italian martyr
Algerius sits in his dungeon writing let
ter, and he dates it From the delsctable
orchard of the Leonine prison." That is
what call triumphant sadness. knew a
mother who buried her baby on Friday and
on Sabbath appeared in the house of God
and said: "Give me class; give me Sab
bath school class. have no child now left
me, and I would like to have ass of lit
tie children Give me real poor children
Give me class off the back street," Thst,
| say, is beautiful. That is triumphant
sadness. At O'Clock this afternoon, in a
beautiful parlor in Philadelphia-a parlor
pictured and stataetted-there will be from
ten to twenty destitute children of the
street. 1t has been so every Sabbath after
noon at O'Clock for many years. These
ton, concluding with cakes and sand
wiches. How do know that that has been
going on for many years? know it in this
way:
That was the first home in Philadelphia
where I was called to comfort a great sor-
row. They bad splendid boy and he had
bsen drowned at Long Branch. The father
and mother almost idolized the boy, and
the sob and shrek of that father and
mother as they hung over the coffin resound
in nv ears to-day. There seemed to be no
use of praying, for when I knelt down to
prav, the outcry in the room drowned out
all the payer B1t the Lord comforted that
sorrow. They did not forget their trouble.
If you should go on the snowiest winter af-
ternoon into Laurel Hill you would fad a
monument vita the word, "Walter" in
scribed upon it, and wreath Of fresh
flowers around the name. l think there
has not been an hour all these years, winter
or summer, when there was hot wreath
Of fresh flowers around Walters name.
But the Christian mother who sends those
flowers there, having no child left, Sab
bath afternoons mothers ten Or twenty Of
the lost ones of the street. That is beau
tiful. That is what cali busy and trium-
phant sadness. Here is man who has lost
property. He does not go to hard drink
ing. He does not destroy his own life. He
comes aud says: ''Harness me for Christian
work. BY moneys gone. have no treas
ures on earth. want treasures in heaven.
/ have voice and heart to serve God" !"
You say that that man has failed. He has
aot failed-he has triumphed. Oh, wish
conld persuade all tie people who haze
any kind of trouble never to give up. l
wish they would look at the midnight rider
of the text, and that the four hoofs of that
beast GA WHICH Nehemiah rode might cut
TO pieces all your diseOuragements and
hardships and trials Give npl Who is go
ing to give up, when on the bosom of God
be can have all his tronoles hushed? Give
up! Never think of giving up. Are you
borne down with poverty? A little child
was co.nd holding her dead mothers hand
in the darkness of tenement house, and
some one couning in, the little girl looked
up. while holding her dead mothers hand.
and ssid, 't0h l do wish that God had
made more light for poar fqlks." My dear,
God 1ill be your light, God will be your
shelter God will be your home. Are you
borne down with the bereayements of lifes
Ia the house lonely now that the child has
gomez DO not give up. Think OF what the
Old sextop said when the minister asked
him why he Rat SO much care on tue little
graves in the ceu,steEy so much F2 ore care
than on the larger graves, and the eia seq
ton SAID, ''Sir. you know hat or saea is
sha Kingdom eff heaven,' and l think the
Saviour 10 pleased when He sees SO much
white clover growing around these little
graves" But when the Eainisser pressed
the old sexton for more satisfactory a.
swer, the old sexton said, ''Sir, about these
larger graves, don't know who are the
Lords ssints and who are not; but you
know, sir. IL Is esesn different With tbe
BARNS" Oh, if you haYa si&a that keen,
tender, understandable sorrow tnas eoaes
from tho loss of child, do not give eP.
The old sexton was right. 1t is all we'll
with tho bairns. o., if you have sinned,
if you have sinned grieyously-sinned udssn:,
you have bsen cast ont by tho church, sin
ned until you have been cast out by soai-
etg, do not give up. Perhaps there may be
in this kouse one that could truthfully ut
ter the lameGtStiOn of another:
Once was pure as the snow, but fell
Fell like a snowflake. from heaven to hell
Fell. to be trampled as filth la the street.
Fell, TO be scofied al, spit on and beat
Praying. cursing, wishing to die,
Selling my soul to whoever would buy.
Dea ing in shame for Il niorsei OF bread,
Hating the living and fearing the dead.
Do not give up. One like unto the Son of
God comes to you to-day, saying: $50 end
sin no more," while he cries out to your
assailant, "Let him that is without sin cast
the first stone at her. Oh! thero is no
reason why any ono in this house, by rea-
son Of any trouble or sin, should give up.
Are yop 9 foreigner aud in a strange landp
Nehemiah was an eEie. Are you psnni-
less? Nehemiah was poor. Are you home
siok? Nehemiah was homesck. Are you
broken heartfelt Nehemiah was broken.
hearted. But just see him in the text, rid
ing along the sacrileged grave of his father,
and by the dragon well, and through the
fish gate, and by the kings pool, in and
out, 10 and out, the moonlight falling on
the broken masonry, which throws a long
shadow at which the horse shes, and at the
same time that moonlight kindiing up the
features of this man till you see not only
the mark of sad reminiscerce, but the
courage, the hope. the enthusiasm of q man
who knows that Jerusaleua will be rebuild
ed. pick you up to-day out of your sins
aud out of your sorrow, and | put you
against the warm heart of Christ. "The
e5orn#l God ia thy refuge, aud underneath
are the everlasting arms.'
Blood Will Tell.
There is no question about it-blood will
tell-especially if it be an impure blood.
Blotches, eruptions, pimples and boils are
all symptoms of an impure blood, due to
the improper action of the liver. When
this important organ fails to properly per-
form its function of purifying and cleans
ing the blood, impurities are carried to all
parts of the system, and the symptoms
abave referred to are merely evidences of
the struggle of Natnre to throw of the
Poisonous germs Unless her warning be
needed In time, serious results are certain
to follow, eliminating in liver or kidney
disorders, Or even in consumption. DR..
Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery will