The Iola register., 1890-08-22

tears and the life blood of a
drunkard's wifeI'' and then, look
ing up to Heaven, she said: slow
long, o Lord! how long?" and then look
ing down to the audience, cried: do
you wonder feel strongly on this sub
lect? Sisters, will you help me?" And
hundreds of voices responded: "Yes.
yes, we will help you" You stand,
some of you, in sucff a tragedy to-day.
You can not even ask him to stop drink
ing. 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 relief that drops in mama
from the throne of God. o, lift up your
laeerated soul in prayer and you will
| get omnipotent comfort! l do not know
in what words the soothing influence
may come, but know that for especial
grief there is especial deliverence.
give you two or three passages: try them
on, take. that which best fits your soul:
Whom the Lord loveth he chasten-
eth" "All things work together for
those who love God" weeping may
endure for night but joy cometh in
the morning." r~-
But after fourteen thousand six hun
dred consecutive days of falling man.
na-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 cornfield, and now,
when they hear the leaves rustling and
the tassels waving and the billows of
green flowing over the plain as the wind
touched them. it must have been a new
and lively sensation.
'Cornr' cried the old man, as he
opened an ear. "Cornr' cried the chill
dren, as they counted the shining grains.
''Corn!' shouted the vanguard of the,
host as they burst open the granaries
OF the affrighted population, the gran
aries that had been left in the posses
sion of the victorious Isrselites. Then
the fire was kindled, and the ears of
corn were thrust into it and, fresh and
crisp and tender. were devoured by the
hungry yictors; and bread was prepared,
and many things that can be made out
Of -four regaled the appetites that had
been sharpened by the long march.
sand the mama ceased on the morning
| after they had eaten of the old corn of
the land - s-- r..
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 Gospel
Canaan. .''Or' you say, 'the fare is too
plain" Then / remember you will soon
get tired of fanciful diet While /
was in Paris liked for while the rare
and exquisite cookery; but 1 soon
wished l was home again, and had the
plain fare Of my native land So it is
fact that we soon weary of the sirups
and the eustards and the whipped foam
of fanciful religionists, and we cry:
''Give US plain bread made out of the
old corn of the Gospel Canaan" This
is the only food that can quell the souls
hunger.
There are men here who hardly know
what is the matter with them. They
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 a diet of mortgages and
stocks. There are others here who
have been trying to get famous, and
have succeeded to a greater or less ex-
tent; 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 dol
lars; no more happy now than when for
the first time they saw their names
favorably mentioned They can not
analyze or define their feelings; but
will tell them what is the matter-they
are hungry for the old corn of the
Gospel.
The infidel scientists of this day are
offering US different kind of soul food,
but they are of all men the most miser-
able. / have known many of them, but
/ never knew one Of them who came
within 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 comfort in days of bereave-
ment, and in q roundabout way
he admits that his life was failure.
So 1t is with all iafldel scientists. They
are trying to- Live on telescopes, and
crucibles and protoplasms, and they
charge us with cant, not realizing that
there is no such intolerable cant in all
the world as this perpetual talk we are
hearing about positive philosophy"
and 'the absolute" and 'the great to
be, :" and .'the everlasting no." andi "the
higher unity" and ''the latent poten-
tialities," and 'athe cathedral of the i'm
mensities" have been translating
what they have been doing. and 1 will
tell you what 1t all means-it means
that they want to kill Godl And my
only wonder is that God has not killed
them. have in other days tasted Of
their cenfeetions, and come back and
tell you to-day that there is No, nntri-
ment or life or health in any thing but
the bread made out of the old corn of
the Gospel. What do mean by, that?
mean that Christ is the bread Of Life,
and taking Him. you live and live for
ever
You say: THAT is such a simple Cos
pelr' know it is. You say you thought
religion was strange mixture of elab-
crate compounds No.: it is so plain
that any abecedarian may understand
it In its simplicity is its power. II
you could, this morning, realize that
Christ died to save from sin and death
and hell, not only your minister and
your neighbor and your father and your
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