The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1890-05-14

chief man of the hrm raNng mani
&C: or the wife has heard the bang ef
a pistol in the back prlor, and gone
in, stumbling over the dead body OF
her husband-a suicide. There are
in this house to-day 800 men pursued,
uarassed, trodden down and scalped
by business pe1ple1ities, and which
way to turn next they do not know.
Now God Will not be hard on you.
He knows what obstacles are IN the
way OF your being Christian, and
your first effort in the right dlrec-
tion He VIII crown with success. DO
not let Satan, with cotton bales and
kegs and hogsheads aud counters
and stocks of unstable goods, block
up your way to heaven. Gather up
all your energies. Tighten the glrdle
about your loins Take an agoniz-
ing look into the face Of God, and
then say, here goes one grand effort
for life ~telnal!" and then bound
away for heaven; escaping las with
the skin of your teeth.
In the last day it will be found that
Hugh Latimer and John Knox and
Huss and Ridley were not the great
est martyrs, but Christian men who
went up incorrapt from the contamln-
atoms and perplexities of Wall Street,
Water Street, Pear. Street, Broad
Street, State Street and Third Street.
On earth they were called brokers,
or stockholders, or retailers, or I'M
porters; but in heaven Christian he
roes. No fagots wore heaped about
their feet, no inquisition demanded
from them recantation; no soldier
aimed O spike at their heart; but
they had mental tortures, compared
with which all physical consum-
ing is as the breath Of spring morn
ing.
I find in the community large
class of men who have been so cheat
ed, so lied about, 50 outrageously
wronged, that they have lost their
faith IN everything. In world ~here
everything seems SO topsy-trrvy,
they do not see how there can be any
God. They are confounded and
frenzied and misanthropic. Elabor-
ate arguments to prove to them the
truth Of Christianity, or the truth OF
anything else, touch them nowhere
Hear me, all such men. I preach to
you no rounded periods, no ornamen
tai discourse; but put my hand on
your shoulder, and invite you into
! the peace of the Gospel Here is q
rock on which you may stand firm
though the waves dash against II
harder than the atlantic, pitching its
F; surf clear above Eddystone light
house. Do not charge upon God al
these troubles of the world. AS long
as the world stuck to God, God stuck
to the world; but the earth seeded
from His government, and hence al
these outrases, and all these woes
God is good. For many hundreds OF
years lie has been coa1ing the worlc
{! to come back to Him; but the more
He has eoa1ed, the more violent
have men been in their resistance, e,anc
they have stepped back and step
ped back until they have dropped into
ruin.
Try this God, ye who have had the
bloodhounds after you, and who
have thought tnat God had forgot
ten you. Try HIM, aud see if Ht
will not help. Try Him, and see i
He will not pardon. Try Him, anc
see if He Will not save. The flowers
of spring have no bloom so sweet a:
the Towering Of Christ's affections
The sun hath no warmth compared
with the glow of His heart. The wa
ters have no refreshment like the
fountain that will slake the thirst O.
thy soul At the moment the rein
deer stands with his lip and nostri
thrust in the cool mountain torrent
the hunter may be coming through
the thicket. Without cracking stick
under his foot, he comes close by the
stag, aims his gun, draws the trigger
and the poor thing rears in its death
agony and falls backward, it's antlers
clashing on the rocks; but the painting
heart that drinks from the watcl
brook of Gods promise shall never
be fatally wounded, and shall never
| die.
This world is q poor portion fol
your soul; oh business man! An East,
ern king had craven on his tomb two
fingers, represented as sounding upon
each other with snap, and under
them the motto, 'All is not worth
that" Apicius CHlius hanged him,
self because bis steward informed
him that he cad only eighty thousand
pounds sterling left. AL the world s
riches make but small inheritance
for soul, Robespierre attempted to
win the applause of the world; but
when he was dying woman came
rushing through the crowd, crying to
him, Murderer of my kindred,
descend to hell, covered with the
curses of every mother in France!
Many who have expected the plaudits
of the world have died under It's An
thena Maranatha-
Oh, find your peace In God. Make
one strong pull for heaven. No half
way work viii do it. There some
times comes q time on shipboard
when everything must be sacrificed
to save the passengers. The cargo is
nothing, the rigging is nothing. The
captain puts the trumpet to his lips
snd shouts, Gut away the mast!,
Some of you have been tossed and
driven, and you have, IN your effort
to keep the word, we'll nigh lost yom
soul. Until you have decided this
matter, let everything else go. Over
board with sll.those other anxieties
and burdens! You will have to drop
the sails of your pride, and cut away
the mast. With one earnest cry for