Connecticut western news., 1891-07-09

on every fence, on every haystack, on every farmhouse, "Hath the rain a father?"
 If we only knew what a vast enter prise it is to provide appropriate weather ical of the Lord. Isaac Watts, at ten years of age, complained that he did not like the hymns that were sung in the English chapel "Well," said his father, "Isaac, instead of your con- plaining about the hymns go and make hymns that are better" And he did go and make hymns that were better Now, say to you, if you do not like the weather, get up weather com pany, and have president, and a sec retary, and treasurer, and a board of directors, and ten million dollars of stock, and then provide weather that will 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; I cannot live with out plenty of sunlight, so you 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 it is abaft for one ship, it is not a head wind for the other. There is farm that is dried up for the lack of rain, and here is 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 rain father2'
 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 the shower are not flung away by a 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 king. Hath the rain a father?" We'll, then, I say if God takes notice of every minute rain drop he will take notice of the most in- significant affair of my life. It is the astronomical view of things that both CTS me- "h'-
 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" "Ohr' we say, ''it is no use; if God wheels that great machin- cry through immensity he will not take the trouble to look down at mel" h. fidel conclusion. Saturn, Mercury and | Jupiter are no more rounded and weighed and swung by the hand of God than are the globules on a lilac bush the morning after a shower.
 God is no more in magnitudes than | he is in minutie.. If he has scales to l weigh the mountains he has balances l delicate enough to weigh the infnitesi- | nal. You can no more see him through | the telescope than you can see him through the microscope; no more when you look up than when you look down. l Are not the hairs of your head all num- bered? And if Himalaya has a God, l "Hath not the rain father2"
 take this doctrine of a particular 1 Providence, and l thrust it into the very midst of your everyday life. If God fathers 8 raindrop, is there any thing so insignificant in your affairs that God will not father that2 When Druyse, the gunsnith, invented the 1 needle gun, which decided the battle of Sadowa, was it a mere accident? 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 ita mere accident?
 When Lord Byron took piece of money and tossed it up to decide whether or not he should be afianced 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 . 1 IuulIlCl CcdIuC III c1O and rang the alarm bell, not knowing l what he was doing, but waking up the host in time to fight their enemies that moment arriving, was it an accident?
 NO ACCIDENTS IN THE DIVINE PLAN. l When, in one of the Irish wars, a starving mother, flying with her starv- l 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 so? God is either in the affairs of men, or our religion is worth noth- ing at all, and you had better take it away from us; and instead of this Bi- | ble, which teaches the doctrine, give us a secular book, and let us, as the famous nI. Fox, the member of parlia- ment, in Lis last hour, cry out, Read u,e 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 a Kings command and under a Fathers watch. Alexander's war horse, Bucephalus, would allow anybody to mount him when he was unharnessed, 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 soulless horse could have so much pride in his owner, shall not we immor- tals exult in the fact that we are owned by King? Hath the rain father9"
 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