The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1890-08-21


this wilderness mama: II will never
leave thee, will never forsake thee."
Like as father pitieth his children,
SO the Lord pitieth them that fear Him.
'Can a woman forget her sucking child,
that she should not have compassion on
the son Of her womb? yea, they may
get yet will not forget thee"
Or is it the grief Of dissipated COM
panion? There are those here who
have it, so am not speaking in the abb
stract, but to the point You have not
whispered it, perhaps, to your most in
innate friend; but you see your home
going away gradually from you, and un-
less things change soon it will be en-
tirely destroyed. Your grief was well
depicted by woman, presiding at
woman's meeting in Ohio, when her in
toxicated husband staggered up to the
platform, to her overwhelming NOR
tification and the disturbance OF
the audience, and she pulled
a protruding bottle from her husbands
pocket, and held 1t up before the au-
dience, and cried out: There is the
cause Of my woe! There are the tears
and the lfe-blood of a drunkard's wife!"
And then, looking up to Heaven, she
said: How long, o Lordl how long?"
and then, looking down TO the audience,
cried: do you wonder / feel strongly
on this subject? Sisters, will you help
me?" And hundreds of voices respond
ed: Eyes, yes, we we'll help you"
You stand. some Of you, in such a
tragedy to-day. You can not even ask
him to stop drinking. 1t makes him
cross and he tells you to mind your
own business. Is there any relief in
such case? Not such as is found in
the rigmarole of comfort ordinarily
given in such cases. But there is a re-
lief that drops in mamma from the
throne of GOD. Oh, lift up your lacer-
ated soul in prayer, and you will get
Omnipotent comfort! l do not know in
what words the soothing influence may
come, but know that for especial grief
there Is especial deliverance. l
give you two or three passages;
try them on; take that which
best fits your soul: 'Whom the
Lord loveth He chasteneth." 'All
things work together for good to those
who love God" weeping may endure
for night, but Joy cometh in the morn
ing" ! know there are those who,
when they try to comfort people, always
bring The same stale sentiment about
the usefulness of trial Instead of bring
ing up new plaster Tor a new wound,
and fresh mama for fresh hunger, they
rummage their haversack to find some
crumb OF old consolation, when from
horizon to horizon the ground is white
with the new-fallen mama of Gods
help not five minutes old!
But after fourteen thousand six hun
dred consecutive days of falling mamma
Sundays excepted-the mama ceased.
Some Of them were glad Of it. You
Rhow they had complained to their
leader, and wondered that they had to cat
mama instead of onions. Now the fare
is changed. Those people in that army
under forty years of age had never seen
a corn-feld, and now, when they hear
the leaves rustling and see the tassels
waving and the billows of green flowing
over the plain as the wind touched
them, it must have been a new and
lively sensation. Corn" cried the old
man, as he opened an ear. 'Cornn'
cried the children, as they counted the
shining grain. ''Corn!" shouted the
vanguard of the host, as they burst open
the granaries of the affrighted popula-
ton, the granaries that had been left
in the possession of the victorious
Israeltes. Then, the fire was kindled,
and the ears of corn were thrust into 1t,
and, fresh and crisp and tender, were
devoured by the hungry victors; and
bread was prepared, and many things
that can be made out of -four regales
the appetites that had been sharpened
by the long march. "And the mamma
ceased on the morrow after they had
eaten of the old corn of the land"
Blessed be God, we stand in just such
field to-day, the luxuriaDt grain COM
ing above the girdle, the air full of the
odors of the ripe old corn Of the Gospel
Canaan. ''Oh!" you say, 1.-The fare is
too plain" Then l remember you will
soon get tired of fanciful diet While
/ was in Paris l liked for awhile the
rare and exquisite cookery, put soon
wished was home again and had the
plain fare of my native land. So it is
fact that we soon weary of the sirups
and custards and the whipped foam of
fanciful religionists, and we cry: Give
us plain bread, made QUO of the old
corn OF the Gospel Canaan" This is
the only food that can quell the souls
hunger.
There are men here who hardly know
what is the matter with them. They
have tried to get together fortune and
larger account at the bank, and to get
investments yielding larger percent
ages They are trying to satisfy their
soul with diet of mortgages and
stocks. There are others here who
have been trying to get famous, and
have succeeded to q greater or less
extent; and they have been trying
to satisfy their soul with the
chopped feed of magazines and
newspapers. All these men are no
more happy now than before they made
the first thousand dollars; no more hap
py now than when for the first time
they saw their names favorably men
toned. They can not analyze or de-
fine their feelings; but 1 will tell them
what is the matter-they are hungry
for the old corn of the Gospel. That
you must have, or be pinched, and wan,
and wasted, and hollow-eyed, and shriv-
eled up with an eternity of famine.
The infidel scientists of this day are
offering US different kind of soul food;
but they are, of all men, the most mis-