Connecticut western news., 1890-08-13

die2 Especial comfort for that especial trial. Your appetite has failed for everything else. Oh, try little of 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 Q woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have com passion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee"
 ''How LoNG!'
 Or is it the grief of dissipated com panion2 There are those here who have it, so 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 it will be en- tirely destroyed. Your grief was well depicted by a woman presiding at woman's meeting in Ohio, when her in toxicated husband staggered up to the platform, to her overwhelming mortifl- cation and the disturbance of the audi ence, and she pulled protruding bot tie 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 drunkards wife!' And ther, look ing up to heaven, she said, "How long, O Lord how long?' and then, looking down to the audience, cried, "Do you wonder feel strongly on this subjectq Sisters, will you help me2" And hun dreds of voices responded, ''Yes, yes, we will help you.'
 You stand, some of you, in such tragedy today. You cannot even ask him to stop drinking. It makes him cross, and he tells you to mind your own business. Is there any relief in such easel Not such as Is found in the rigmarole of comfort ordinarily given in such cases. But there is re- lief that drops in mama from the throne of God. Oh, lift up your lacer- ated soul in prayer, and you will get omnipotent comfort! I 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 togeth CT for good to those who love God. '" Weeping may endure for night, but joy cometh in the morning." I know there are those who, when they try to comfort people, always bring the same stale sentiment about the usefulness of trial. Instead of bringing up a new plaster for 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
 THE HANNA CEASED.
 But after fourteen thousand six hun dred consecutive days of falling mama - Sundays excepted = the mama ceased. Some of them were glad of it. You know they had complained to their leader, and wondered that they had to eat mamma instead of onions. Now the fareis changed. Those people in that army under 40 years of age had never seen cornfleld, and now when they hear the leaves rustling and see the tassels waving and the pillows of green flowing over the plain as the wind touched them, it must have been a new and lively sensation. "CornT cried the old man as he opened an ear. "Corn!' cried the children as they counted the shining grains. 'sCorn" shouted the vanguard of the host as they burst open the granaries of the affrighted population, the granaries that had been left in the possession of the victorious Israelites Then the fire was kindled and the ears of corn were thrust into it, and, fresh and crisp and tender, were devoured of the hungry victors; and bread was pre- pared, and many things that can be made out of flour regaled the capacities that had been sharpened by the long march. And the mama ceased on the morrow after they had eaten of the old corn of the land"
 Blessed be God, we stand in just such field today, the luxuriant grain com ing above the girdle, the air full of the pei Canaan. "OhW you say, "the fare is too plain'' Then I remember you will soon get tired of fanciful diet. While was in Paris liked for while the rare and excellent cookery; but soon wished was home again and had the plain Ire of my native land. So it is fact that we soon weary of the sirups, and the custards, and the whip ped foam of fanciful religionists, and we cry, "Give us plain bread made out of the old corn of the Gospel of Ca man." This is tho only food that can quel the souls hunger.
 HUNGRY FOR THE GOSPEL.
 There are men here who hardly know what is the matter with them. They have tried to get together a fortune and larger account at the bank, and to get investments yielding larger per centages. They arc trying to satisfy their soul with a diet of mortgages and stocks There are others here who have been trying to get famous, and have succeeded to @ greater or less extent, and they have been trying to satisfy tl.eir 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 happy now than -s names favorably mentioned. They