The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1891-07-10

rotary, and treasurer, and board OF
directors, and ten million dollars OF
stock, and then provide weather that
viii suit all of us, There is man who
has weak head, and he cannot stand
the glare of the sun. You must have
a cloud always lowering over him,
like sunshine; cannot live with
oat plenty of sunlight, so yeu must al
ways have enough light for me, Two
ships meet In mid-Atlantic The one is
going to Southampton, and the other
Is coming to New York. Provide
weather that, while II is abaft for one
ship, it is not head wind for the other.
There is farm that is dried up for the
lack of rain, and here is a pleasure
party going out for field excursion
Provide weather that will suit the dry
farm and the pleasure excursion. No,
sirs, will not take one dollar of stock
In your weather company. There Is
only one Being in the universe who
knows enough to provide the right kind
OF weather for this world. Hath the
yain fatherT"
GODS TENDER MERcIEs OVER ALL.
My text also suggests Gods minute
supervisal You see the divine Sonship
In every drop of rain. The jewels Of
tho shower are not flung away by
spendthrift who knows not how many
he throws or where they fall. They
are all shining princes of heaven. They
all have an eternal lineage They are
all the children of a king, Hath the
rain father2" WE'LL then, say If
God takes notice of every minute rain
drop he will take notice of the most in
significant affair of my life, 1t is the
astronomical view of things that both.
ers me.
We look up into the night heavens
and we say, "Worlds worlds" and
how insignificant we feel We stand at
the foot of Mount Washington or Mont
Blanc, and we feel that we are only in,
sects, and then we say to ourselves,
Though the world is so large the sun
is one million four hundred thousand
times larger" "Ohl we say, lit is no
use; if God wheels that great machin-
cry through immensely he will not take
the trouble to look down at mel In
fidel conclusion Saturn, Mercury and
Jupiter are no more rounded and
weighed and swung by the hand of
God than are the globules on lilac
bush the morning after a shower.
| Z. -, hn,
he is in minutia, If he has scales to
weigh the mountains he has balances
delicate enough TO weigh the infnitesi
NAL. You can no more see him through
the telescope than you can see him
through the microscopic no more when
you look up than when you look down.
Are not the hairs of your head all num-
bered9 And if Himalaya has a God,
Hath not the rain father2"
take this doctrine of a particular
Providence, and | thrust it into the
very midst of your everyday life. If
God fathers a raindrop, is there any
thing so insignificant in your affairs
that God will not father thatl When
Druyse, the gunsmith, invented the
needle gun, which decided the battle
of Sadowa, was it mere accident2
When farmers boy showed Butcher a
short cut by which he could bring his
army up soon enough to decide Water.
loo for England, was it a mere accident2
When Lord Byron took piece of
money and tossed it up to decide
whether or not he should be affianced to
Miss Millbank, was it a mere accident
which side of the money was up and
which was down. When the Christian
army were besieged at Beziers and
drunken drummer came in at midnight
and rang the alarm bell, not knowing
what he was doing. but waking up the
host in time to fight their enemies that
moment arriving was it an accident2
NO ACCIDENTS IN THE DIVINE PLAN.
When, in one of the Irish wars, a
starving mother, flying with her starry
ing child, sank down and tainted On the
rocks in the night and her hand fell on
warm bottle of milk, did that just
happen so2 God is either in the affairs
of men, or our religion Is worth moth
ing at all, and you had better take it
away from us; and instead of this Bi
Bile, which teaches the doctrine, give
us a secular book, and let us, as the
famous Mr.. Fox, the member of parlia-
ment, in his last hour, cry out, Read
me the eighth book of Virgil
Oh, my friends, let us rouse up to an
appreciation of the fact that all the af
fairs of our life are under Kings
command and under Fathers watch
Alexander's war horse, Bucephalus,
would allow anybody to mount him
when be was embarrassed, but as soon
as they put on that war horse Buceph
alus the saddle and the trappings of
the conquerer, he would allow no one
but Alexander to touch him. And if a
soulless horse could have SO much
pride in his owner, shall not we immor-
tails exult in the fact that we are owned
by King2 Hath the rain father2'
Again, my subject teaches me that
Gods dealings with us are inexplicable.
That was the original force of my text.
The rain was great mystery to the
ancients. They could not understand
how the water should get into the cloud,
and getting there, how it should be
suspended, or falling, why it should
come down in drops. Modern science
comes along and says there are two
portions of air of different temperature
and they are charged with moisture
and the one portion of air decreases in
temperature SO the water may no longer
be held in vapor and it falls. And they
tell us that some of the clouds that look
to be only as large as a mans hand,
and to be almost quiet in the heavens,
are great mountains of mist four thou
sand feet from base to top, and that
they rush miles minute.
But after all the brilliant experiments
of Dr. James Hutton and Saussure and
other scientists, there is an infinite mys-