The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1890-08-22

sini1SS aiA JVui bIVuOlSSi diu hllu arOulu
about you the sweet consolation Of the
Gospel as thicklS strewed as was the
mama around about the Israelitish en-
campmentl Especial solace for especial
distress.
Or is 1t trouble past, yet PRESENT. A
silent nursery? A vacant chair oppo-
site you at the table? A musing upon
broken family circle never again to-
be reunited2 A choking sense Of lonli-
ness2 A blot Of grief so large that it
extinguishes the light of the sun, and
puts out bloom Of flower; and makes
you reckless as to whether you live or
dieP Especial comfort for that especial
trial. Your appetite has failed for
every thing else. Oh, try little Of
this. wilderness mama: II win never
leave thee, I will never forsake thee"
Like as a father pitieth his children,
so the Lord pitieth themthat fear Him.
''Can 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 alb
stract, but to tho point You have not
whispered it, perhaps, to your most in
innate friend; but you see your home
going away gradually from you, and I'M
less things change soon it will be en-
tirely destroyed. Your grief was we'll
depicted by a woman, presiding at
woman's meeting in Ohio, when her in
to1icGted husband staggered up to she
PLATFORM be' heT overwhelming NOR
tiflcatien and the disturbance. Of
the audience, and she pulled
protruding bottle from her husbands
pocket, and held it up before the au-
dience, and cried out: There is the
cause Of my woe! There are the tears
and the life-blood OF drunkard's wife!"
And then, looking 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 subject? Sisters, will you help
meP" 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 case2 Not such as is found in
the rigmarole OF comfort ordinarily
given in such cases. But there is re-
lief that drops in mamma from the
throne of God. Oh, lift up your LAGER
ated soul in prayer, and you will get
0mnipotent comfort do not know In
what words the soothing influence may
come; but know that for especial grief
there Is especial deliveranee.. I
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 hut 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 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 God 8
help not Ave minutes oldt
But after fourteen thousand six hun.
dred consecutive days Of falling mama =
Sundays excepted-the mama ceased.
Some of theth we're glad OF 1t. You
know they had complained to their
leader, and wondered that they had to cal
mama instead of onions Now the fare
is changed. Those people In that army
under forty years of age had never seer
o corn-feld, and now, when they hear
the leaves rustling and see the tasselt
waving and the pillows of green flowing
over the plain as the wind touched
them, it must have been a new and
lively sensation. "Cornp cried the old
man, as he opened an ear. ''Corn!.
cried the children, as they counted the
shining grain. "Corn!" shouted the
vanguard of the host, as they burst open
the granaries of tho affrighted popula.
ton, 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 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 mama
ceased ON the morrow after they hat
eaten OF the old corn of the land"
Blessed be God, we stand in just such
field to-day, the luxuriant grain com
Ing above the girdle, the air full Of the
odors of the ripe old corn Of the Gospe
Canaan. "Oh!" you say, "the fare II
too plain" Then remember you viii
soon get tired of fanciful diet. While