Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1890-08-11

You stand, some OF you, IN such q
tragedy today You cannot even ask
him to stop drinking 1t makes him
cross, and he tells you to mind your
own business. l. there any relief in
such Il casef 17o1 such as is found in
the rigmarole Of comfort ordinarily
given in such eases. But there is a re-
lief that drops in mamma from the
throne of God. Oh, lift up your LAGER
ated soul in prayer, and you will get
OmnipOtent comfort. [ do not know
in what words the soothing influence
may come, but l know that for especial
grief there is especial deliverance. I
give you two or three passages try
them on. Take that which best fits
your soul: ''Whom the Lord IOveth he
chasteneth." All things work togeth-
er for good to those who love God y
Weeping may endure for a night, but
JOY cometh in the morning" 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 new wound, and fresh
mamma 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 mamma of Gods help not
five minutes old
THE MAMMA CEASED.
But after fourteen thousand six hun
dred consecutive days of falling mamma
- Sundays excepted - the mamma
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 fare is changed. Those people
in that army under 40 years of age
had never seen a cornfeId, 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
new and lively sensation. Comp
cried the old man as he opened an ear.
"COrn!" cried the children as they
counted the shining grains. ''Cornm
shouted the vanguard of the host as
they burst open the granarieS of the
affrighted population, the granaries that
had been left III the possession of the
victorious Israelites. Then the fire
was kindIed 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 RECALLED the appetites
that had been sharpened by the long
| march. And the mamma ceased on
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! 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
odors of the ripe old corn Of the Cos
| pei Canaan. ''Oh!' you say, ''the fare
| is too plain" Then [ remember you
will soon get tired of a fanciful diet.
| While [ was in Paris liked for a while
the rare and excellent cookery; but I
! soon wished I was home again and had
| the plain f are 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
naan." This is the only food that can
| quell 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 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 a 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 happy now than
when for the first time they saw their
names favorably mentioned. They
cannot analyze or define their feelings,
but [ 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 hol-
low eyed and shriveled up with an
eternity of famine.
The infidel scientists of this day are
offering us a different kind of soul
food; but they are, of all men, the
most miserable. [ have known many
of them, but [ never knew one of
them who came within a thousand
miles of being happy. The great John
Stuart Mill provided for himself a new
kind of porridge; but yet, when he
comes to die, he acknowledges that his
philosophy never gave him any com
fort in days of bereavement, and in a
roundabout way ne admits that his life
was a failure. 50 it is with all inffdel
scientists. They are trying to live on
telescopes and crucibles and protO-
plasms, and they charge US with cant,
not realizing that there is no such in
tolerable cant in all the world as this
perpetual talk we are hearing about
positive philosophy" and 1.-The alb
solute," and ''the great to be-" and
the everlasting no." and ''the
higher unity" and ''the latent poten-
tialities," and ''the cathedral of the inn
mensities. I have been translating
what these men have been writing, and
[ have been translating what they have
been doing, and I will tell you what it
all means. 1t means that they want to
kill God. And my only wonder is that
God has not killed them. [ have in
other days tasted Of their CONNECTIONS,
and I come back and tell you today
that there is no nutriment or life or
health in anything but the bread made
out of the old corn of the gospel.
What do I mean by that? [ mean that
Christ is the bread of life, and taking
him you live and live forever.
CHRIST IS READY.
But you say corn is of but little prac-
teal use unless it is threshed and ground
and baked [ answer, this gospel corn
has gone through that process. When
on Calvary all the hoofs of human
scOrn came down on the heart of Christ,
and all the fails of satanic fury beat
him long and fast, was not the corn
threshed? When the mills of GOd'sindig-
nation against sin caught Christ between
the upper and neither rollers, was not
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