Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1890-08-11

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ordinarily gwen IN such cases. But thC.e
is n relief that drops in mamma from the
throne Of God, Oh, lift up your lacerated
soul in prayer, and you will get omnipotent
comfort! do not know in what words
the soothing influence may come, but
know that for especial grief there is espe-
cial deliverance. give you two or three
passages try them on; take that which
best fits your SOUL "Whom the Lord lovcth
he chasteneth, '"All things work together
for good to those who love God" Weep
ing may endure fora night, but JOY cometh
in the morning" know there are those
who, when they try to comfort people, al
ways bring the same stale sentiment about
the usefulness of trial. Instead of bring
ing up Il new plaster for II new wound, and
fresh mamma for fresh hunger, they rum
mage 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 min
utes old!
But after fourteen thousand six hundred
consecutive days of falling manna-Sun-
days eXcepted-the mama ceased. Some
Of them were glad of it, You know they
had complained to their leader, and won
dered that they had to eat mamma instead
of onions. Now the fare is changed. Those
people in that army under forty years of
age had never seen u corn field, and now
when they hear the leaves rustlng and SEQ
the tassels waving and the pillows of green
flowing over the plain MS the wind touched
them, it must have been new and lively
sensation. Corn" cried the old man, as
he opened an ear. "Corn!" cried the chill
drcn us they counted the shining grains
"Corn!" shouted the vanguard of the host
rs they burst open the granaries Of the
atfrighted population, the granaries that
had been left in the possession of the vic
| torious Isrnclites. Then the fire was kin
| died, and the ears of corn We're thrust into
| it, and, fresh and crisp and tender, were
devourcd of the hungry yictors; and bread
was prepared, and many things that can
be made out of -four RECALLED the appetites
that had been sharpened by the long march
And the mamma ceased on Ule morrow
after they had eaten of the old corn of the
| land
| Blessed be God, we stand in just such n
field today, the luXuriant grain coming
| above the Eirdle, the air full of the odors
of the ripe old corn of the gospel Canaan.
| "Oh' you say, THE fare is too plain ,
! Then remember you will soon get tired
of Il fanciful diet. While | was in Paris
! liked fora while the rare and exquisite
cookery, but | soon wished | 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 custards and the
whipped foam of the fanciful religionists,
and we cry, Give us plain bread made out
of the old corn Of the gospel Canaan
| 4. al AI,N all . l.,
souls hunger.
HUNGRY FOR GODS WORD.
There are men here who hardly know
what is the matter with them. They have
tried To get together fortune and larger
account Mt the bank aud to get investments
yielding larger percentages. They are try
ing to satisfy their soul with diet of mort
cages and stocks There are others here
who have been trying to get famous, and
have succeeded to 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
aualyze or define their feelings but will
tell them what is the matter-they are
hungry for the oldco of the gospel. That
you must have, or he pinched and wan and
wasted aud hollow eyed and shriveled up
with an eternity of famine,
The inhdcl scientists Of this day are of
fering 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 parridge; but yet, when he
comes to die, he acknowledges that his
philosophy never gave him any comfort in
days Of bereavement, ana in n roundabout
way lac admits that his life was a failure.
So it is with all iniidcl scientists. They
are irving To live on telescopes and cru