The Brookhaven leader., 1890-05-08

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contentious woman's tongue, ne
points 70 a leakage in the top of his
house or tent, where, throughout the
| stormy day, the water comes through,
falling upon the flOor-dripl dripl dripI
| And he says: "a continual dripping in
a very rainy Day and contentious wom-
an are alike" Would Christ set forth
the character of those who make great
profession of pity, but have no fruit,
| lie compares them TO barren fg-trees,
which have very large and snowy leaves,
and nothing but leaves. Would Job
illustrate dcceitful friendships. no
speaks of brooks in those climes, that
wind about in different directions, and
dry up when you want to drink out OF
them: my brethren have dealt deceit
fully as brook, and as the stream Of
brooks they pass away"
David, when he would impress US
with the dependency into which he
had sunk, compares it to a quagmire Of
those regions, through which he had
| doubtless sometimes tried to walk, but
sunk in up to his neck, and he cried:
Il sink in deep mire where there is no
standing" Would Habakkuk set forth
the capacity which God gives the good
man to walk safely amid the widest
perils, he points to the wild animal
called the hind, walking over slippery
rocks, and leaping from wild crag to
wild crag, by the peculiar make of its
hoofs able calmly to sustain itself in
the most dangerous places: THE Lord
| is my strength, and He will make my
feet like hind's feet"
Job makes all natural objects pay
tribute to the royalty of his book. AS
you go through some chapters of Job
you feel as if it were bright spring
morning, and, as you see the glittering
drops from the grass under your feet,
you say with that patriarch: who hath
begotten the drops of the dew?" And
now, as you read on, you seem in the
silent midnight to behold the waving of
great light upon your path, and you
look up to ind it the aurora borealis,
which Job described SO long ago as 1.-The
bright light in the clouds and the splen-
dor that cometh out of the north"
AS you read on there is darkness
| hurting in the heavens, and the
| showers break loose till the birds fly
for hiding-place and the mountain tor
rents in red fury foam over the rocky
shelving; and with the same poet, you
exclaim: who can number the clouds
in wisdom, or who can stay the bottles
of Heaven?" AS you read on, you feel
yourself coming in frosty climes, and,
in fancy, wading through the snow, you
say, with that same inspired writer:
Hast thou entered into the treasures
of the snow?" And while the sharp
sleet drives in your face, and the hail
stings your cheek, you'quote him again:
Hast thou seen the treasures of the
hail?" In the Psalmist's writings hear
the voices of the sea: Deep calleth unto
deep;" and the roar of forests: THE
Lord shaketh the wilderness of
Kadesh;" and the loud peal of the black
tempest: THE God of glory thun-
dereth;" and the rustic of the long silk
on the well-filled husks: ''The valleys
are covered with corn" and the cry of
wild beasts: THE young lions roar
after their prey" the hum of palm-trees
and cedars: ''The righteous shall -four
ish like palm-tree, he shall grow like
a cedar in Lebanon;" the sough of wings
and the swirl of fins: Dominion over
the fowl of the air and the fish of the
sea-"
The truths of the Gospel might have
been presented in technical terms, and
BY the means of dry definitions, but un-
der these the world would not have list
ened or felt. How could the safety of
trusting upon Christ have been present.
ed were it not for the figure OF rock?
How could the gladdening effect OF the
Gospel have been set forth had nos
Zacharias thought of the dawn of the
morning, exclaiming: 1.-THE day-spriug
from on high hath visited US to give
light to them that sit in dark
ness" How could the souls intense
longing for Christ have been pre-
sented so we'll by the emblem OF
natural hunger and natural thirst? AS
the lake gathers into its bosom the
shadow of the hills around, and the
gleam of stars above, so, in these great
deeps of Divine truth, all objects in nat
ure are grandly reflected. We walk
forth in the springtime, and every thing
breathes of the Resurrection. Bright
blossom and springing grass speak to us
of the coming up of those whom we have
loved, when in the white robes of their
joy and coronation, they shall appear.
And when in the autumn of the year
Nature breaches thousands of funeral
sermons from the text: I'VE all do fade
as leaf" and scatters her elegies in
our path, we can not help but think OF
sickness and the tomb. Even winter.
''being dead. yet speaketh." The world
will not be argued into the right II
will be tenderly illustrated into the
right. Tell them what religion is like.
When the mother tried to tell her dying
child what Heaven was, she compared it
to light. "But that hurts my eyes,"
said the dying girl. Then the mother
compared Heaven to music. "But any
sound hurts me; am SO weak" said the
dying child. Then she was told that
Heaven was like mothers arms. ''Oh,
take me there!" she said. ''If it is like
mothers arms, take me there!" The
appropriate simile had been found at
| last.
Oh, for more sympathy with the nat
ural world, and then we should always
have Bible open before us, and We
could take lesson from the most feet
ing circumstances, as when a storm
came down upon England Charles Wes-
ley sat in room watching it through
an open window. and, frightened by the
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