The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1890-08-22

forsake thee ssIdke a. s father.
pitieth his children, 60 tho Lor{3
pitieth them that fear Him.n scan
q woman forget her sucking child,
that she should not have compassion
on the son Of her wombf Yea, thoy
may forget yet will I not forget
thee" -
Or is it the grief of q dissipated
companionf There are those here
who have it, 80 / am not speaking In
the abstract, but to the point. You
have not whispered it, perhaps, to
your most intimate friend, but you
see your home going away gradually
from you, and unless things change
soon IL win be entirely DESTROYED.
Your grief was well depicted by q
woman, presiding at q woman's meet
ing in Ohio, when her intoxicated
husband staggered up to tho plat
form, to her overwhelming mortifica-
tion and the disturbance OF the
audience, and she pulled protrud-
ing bottle from her husbands
pocket, and held it up before the
audience, and cried out, "There is
the cause of my woe! There are the
tears and the life-blood of drunk
ards wife!" And then, looking up to
heaven, she said, "How long, O Lord!
how longi" and then, looking down
to the audience, cried, "Do you won
der l feel strongly on this subject
Sisters, will you help met" and hum
dreds OF voices responded, "Yes, yes,
we will help you"
After fourteen thousand six hun
dred consecutive days of falling
mamma Sundays excepted the man
ma ceased. Some of them were glad
oft. You know they had complain
ed to their leader, and wondered that
that they had to eat mamma instead
of onions. Now the fare is changed.
Those people in that army under
forty years Of age never seen corn
field, and now, when they hear the
leaves rustling and see the tassels
waving and the pillows of green
flowing over the plain as wind
touched them, it must have been a
new and lively sensation. "Corn!''
cried the old man as he opened an
ear. "Corn!" cried the children as
they counted the shining grains.
"Corn!" shouted the vanguard of the
host, as they burst open the graneries
OF the affrighted population, the
graneries that had been left in the
possession of the victorious Isreal-
ties. Then the fire was kisSled, and
the ears of corn were thrust in it,
and, fresh and crisp and tender, were
devoured OF the hungry victors and
bread was prepared, aud many things
that can be made out of -four regaled
the appetites that had been sharpen
ed by the long march. "And the
mamma ceased on the morrow after
they had eaten Of the old corn of the
land"
The infdel scientists of this day
are offering us a different kind OF
soul food; but they are, of all men
the most miserable. 1 have known
many of them, but I never knew one
OF them who came within thousand
miles of being happy. The great
John Stuart Mill provided for him
self new kind of porridge; but yet
when he comes to die, he acknowled
ges tf1ab his philosophy never gave
him any Uomf0ft In days of bereave
ment, and in a roundabout way he
admits,that his life was failure. Sc
it. is with all scientists. They are
trying to live on telescopes and cruel
bfes af1d protoplasms, and they charge
|Ms with cant, not realizing that there
S., S,n6 such intolerable cant in al the
World as this perpetual talk we are
hearing about positive philosophy
and the absolute" and the "great
to. be-, and "the everlasting no." and
i .hs higher unity" and "the latent
npsentialities," and "the cathedral ol
the immensities." I have been trans
AEng what these men have beer
EESTfiting, and I have been translatine
what these men have been doing
and I will tell you whnt it oil means
1T means that they want to kill God
And my only wonder is that Goo
has not killed them. / have, in othe,
days, tasted of their CONNECTIONS, and
/ come back to-day and tell you there
is no nutriment of life or health il
anything but the bread made out o.
the old corn of the gospel. What de
mean by thati mean that Christ
is the bread of life, and taking hin
you live and live forever.
But, you say, corn is of but little
practical use unless it is threshed anG
ground and baked. / answer, this
gospel corn has gone through tha
process. When on Calvary all the
hoofs of human scorn came down OF
the heart of Christ, and all the fail,
of satanic fury beat Him long anG
fast, was not the corn threshed
When the mills of Gods indignation
against sin caught Christ between
the upper and neither rollers, wa.
not the corn grounds When Jesus
descended into hell, and the flames
OF the, tost world wrapped Him al
about, ,lwas not the corn bakedf Oh
yes! Christ is ready. His pardon all
ready; everything ready in Christ
Are you ready for Hint
You say, ''That is such simple
gospel I" I know it is. You sa,
you thought religion was strange
mixture of elaborate compounds
No; it is so plain hat any abecedari
an may understand it. In its sim