The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1889-10-17

49, "AeA 10 thS kilb Vi C0u, Dull IL
comes In answer 10 prayer
All over glorious Is my Lord,
He must be loved and yet adored;
His worth II all the natlons>knew
Sure the whole earth would love Him, too
LOOKING TO JESUS"
L remark again, that we must look
to Jesus as an example. Now, a mere
eopyist, you know, is always failure.
Ii painter go to a portfolio or gal
iery OF art, however exquisite, TO get
his idea OF the natural world from
these pictures, he will not succeed as
well as the artist who starts out and
dashes the dew from the grass and
sees the morning just as God built it
In the clouds, or poured it upon the
mountain, or kindled it upon the sea.
People wondered why Turner, the IA.
nous English painter, succeeded so
well In sketching a storm upon the
ocean. 1t remained a wonder until it
was found out that several times he
had been lashed to the deck in the
midst OF tempest and then looked
out upon the wrath of the sea, and
coming home to his studio, be pic
tured the tempest. 1t is not the copy
ist who succeeds, but the man who
confronts the natural world. So if a
pan In literary composition resolves
that he will initiate the smoothness of
Addison, or the rugged vigor of Car
lyle, or the weirdness of Spenser. or
the epigraamatic style of Ralph
Waldo Emerson, he will not succeed
as well al that man who cultures his
own natural style. What is true in
this respect lis true in respect to char
acter. There were men who were fas-
cinated with Lord Byron. He was
lame and wore very large collar.
Then there were tens of thousands Of
men who resolved that they would be
just like Lord Byron, and they limpec
and wore large collars, but they did
not have any of his genius. You can
not successfully copy a man whether
he Is bad or good. You may take the
very best man that ever lived and try
and live like him, and you will make
a failure. There never was better
man than Edward Payson. Many
have read his biography, not under
standing that he was sick man, and
they thought they were growing in
grace because they were growing like
him in depression of spirit. There
were men to copy Cowper, the poet,
a glorious man, but sometimes affiict-
ed with melancholy almost to insan
ity. The copyists got Cowper's faults
but none OF his virtues
There never was but one Being fit
TO copy. a few centuries ago he
came out through humble surround
ings, and with gait aIld manner and
behavior different from anything the
world had seen. Among all classes
of people he was perfect model.
Among fishermen, he showed how
fisherman should act. Among tax
gathers, he showed how taxgathers
should act. Among lawyers. lie
showed how lawyers should act.
Among farmers, he showed how far
mers should act Among rulers, he
showed how rulers should act. Critics
tried to find III his conversation or
sermons something unwise or unkind
or inaccurate; but they never found
it. They watched him, oh how they
watched him! BE never went into 3
house but they knew it, and they
knew how long he stayed, and when
he came out, and whether he had
wine for dinner. SLander twisted her
wmps ana waggC1 her poIsoneo
tongue and set her traps, but could
not catch him. Little children rushed
out to get from him kiss, and old
men tottered out to the street corner
to see him pass.
Do you want an illustration of de-
vption, behold him whole nights in
prayer. Do you want an example Of
suffering, see his path across Palestine
tracked with blood. Do you want an ex-
ample of patience, see him abused and
never giving one sharp retort. Do you
want an example OF industry, see him
without one idle moment. Do you
want a specimen OF sacrifice, look at
his life of self denial, his death of igno-
miny, his sepulcher Of humiliation. Oh
what an examplel His feet wounded,
yet he submitted to the journey. His
back lacerated, and yet he carried the
cross. Struck, he never struck back
again. Condemned. yet he rose high
er than his calumniators, and with
wounds in his hands and wounds in
his feet and wounds on his brow and
wounds in his side, he CALCULATED: /:
Father forgive them, they know not
what they do" All, my brethren,
that is the pole by which to set your
compass, that is the headland by
which to steer, that is the light by
which 10 kindle your lamps, that is the
example that we ought all to follow.
How it would smooth out the rough
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would be impressed by the Eansforma-
ton and would say: II know what is
.he matter with that man. he has been
with Jesus and has learned of him"
Alexander was going along with his
army in Persia and the snow and ice
were so great that the army halted and
sid: I'VE can't march any further,
Then Alexander disnounted from his
horse, took a pickax, went ahead OF
ais army and struck into the ice and
snow. The soldiers said: 'If he can
do that, we can do it." and they took
their picks and soon the way was
cleared and the army marched on.
So our Lord dismounted from his
glory, and through all icy obstacles
hews path for himself and a path
for us, saying: Follow mel / do not
not ask you TO no through any suffer
ing, or fight any battles where do not
lead the wayl Follow met
THE SYMPATHY OF JESUS.
Again remark, that VIC are to look
10 Christ as sympathizer. Is there
anybody in the house today who does
not want sympathy | do not know
how anybody can live without sympa-
thy. There are those, however, who
have gone through very rough paths
in life who had no divine arm to lean
on. How they got along ] do not ex-
actly know. Their fortunes took wings
in some unfortunate Investment and
few away. The bank failed, and they
buttoned up penniless pocket. Ruth
less Spectators carried off the frag-
ments OF an estate they were twenty
i've years in getting with hard work.
How did they stand 1t without Christ
Death came into the nursery and there
was an empty crib. One voice less IN
the household. One fountain less OF
Joy and laughter. Two hands less,
busy all day long in sport Two feet
less to go bounding and romping
through the hall. Two eyes less 70
beam with love and gladness. Through
all that house shadow after shadow,
shadow after shadow unti! it was mid
night. How did they get through III
| do not know They trudged the
great Sahara with no water In the goat
skins. They plunged to their chin in
the slough OF despond and had no one
10 lift them. In an ppsesworthy Graf,
they put out into black Earooly ydon,
My brother. my sister. there Is q
balm that cures the worst wound.
There is a light that will kindleup the
worst darkness. There is q harbor