The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1890-10-16

ieaVe thee, VIII never foFSake thee. "
Like as father pitieth his children,
SO the Lord pitieth them that 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 l not forget thee"
Or is it the grief of dissipated cop1-
panion? There are those here who
have it, so l am not speaking in the alb
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 ell
tirelv destroyed. Your grief was we'll
depicted by a woman, presiding at a
woman's meeting in Ohio, when her in
toxicated husband staggered up to the
platform, to her overwhelming NOR
LITIGATION and the disturbance of
the audience, and she pulled
a protruding bottle from her husbands
pocket, and held it up before the au-
dience, and cried out: "There is the
cause of my wool There are the tears
and the life-blood of q 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 l feel strongly
on this subject? Sisters, will you help
me?' And hundreds of voices respond
ed: eyes, yes. we well help YOU"
You stand, some of you, in such a
tragedy to-day You can not even a SIX
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 LAGER
ated soul in prayer, and you will get
Omnipotent comfort l do not know in
what words the soothing influence NAV
come, but 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 loveth He chasteneth." "An
things work together for good to those
who love God" Weeping may endure
for night, but JOY eometh 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 for a new wound,
and fresh mamma for fresh hunger, thew
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
know they had complained to their
leader, and wondered that they had to eat
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 thew 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. 'CornI' 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 the affrighted popula-
ton, the granaries that had been left
in the possession of the victorious
lsraelites. Then, the fire was kindled,
aRd the ears of corn were thrust into it,
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 flour regales
the appetites that had been sharpened
by the long march. ''And the mama
ceased on the morrow after thew had
eaten of the old corn of the land"
Blessed be God, we stand in Just such
a field to-day, the luxuriant grain COM
ing above the girdle, the air full of the
doors of the ripe old corn of the GOSPEL
Canaan. "Oh!" you say. 1.-The fare is
too plain" Then 1 remember YOU will
soon get tired of fanciful diet. While
L was in Paris l liked for awhile the
GNU oAquISlte cookery, but L soon
wished was home again and had tho
plain fare of my native land. So it is a
TACT that we soon weary of the sirups
and custards and the whipped foam of
fanciful religionists, and we CRY: Give
us plain bread, made Que of the ola
corn of the Gospel Canaan" This is
the only food that can quelI the souls |
hunger.
There are men here who hardly know
what is the matter with them. Thew
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 a greater or less
extent; and they have been irving
to satisfy their soul with the
chopped feed of magazines and
newspapers. All these men are no
more happy now than before thew made
the first thousand dollars; no more han
Ply now than when for the first time
they saw their names favorablv men
Toned. They can not analvze or do