The Forrest City times., 1891-09-04
We'll. my friends. this world is fam

We'll, my friends, this world Is fam inc struck of sin. It does not yield singlc crop of solid satisfaction. It is dying. It Is hunger bitten. The fact tha: it does not, cannot, feed Q mans heart was well illustrated in the life of the English comedian. All the world honored him-did everything for hlm that the world .onld do He was ep- plauded in England and appiaudcd in the United States. He reused up nations into laughter He had no equal. And yet, although many people supposed him entirely happy, and that this world was completely sa- tiating his soul he sits down and writes. Il never in my life put on a new hat, that it did not rain and ruin 1t. I never went out in a shabby coat be- cause it was raining and thought all who had the choice would keep indoors, that the sun did not burst forth in it's strength and fashion whom 1 knew and who knew me. l never consented to accept a part l hated, out of kindness to another. that did not get hissed by tho public and cut by the writer. 1 could not take drive for few minutes with Terry without being overturned and having my elbow bone broken, though my friend got of unhsrmsd. | 1 could not make covenant with Arnold, which thought was to mako my fortune without making his instead, than in an incredible speSp ef time-I think thirteen montAa- earned for him 20, 900 pounds, and for myself ono. am persuaded that fl were to set up ss beggsr, every one in my neighborhood would leave ofR eating bread" That was tho lament of the worlds comedian and joker. All un- happy. The world did every thing for Lord Byron that it could do, and yet in his last moment he asks a friend to come and sit down by him and read. as most appropriate to his case, tho story of ''The Bleeding Heart" Tor rigiano, the s, ulptor, executed, after months of care and carving, Madonna and the Child" The royal family came in and admired it. Everybody that | looked at 1t was in eo- stacy; but one day, after all that toll and all that admiration, because he did not get as much eompe nsation for his work as he had expected he took a mallet and dashed the exquisite sculp- ture into atoms. The world is poor compe sation, poor satisfaction, poor solae. Famine. famine in all the earth, not for seven years, but for six thousand. But, blessed be God. there is great eorn-crib. The Lord built it. It is in another land. It is n large place. An angel once measured it, and as far as l can calculate it in our phrase, that corn-crib Is fifteen hundred miles long and fifteen hun dred broad, and tiften hundred high; and 1t is full. Food for all nations, "o!' say the people, i've will start right away and get this supply for our soul" But stop n moment; for from the keeper of that corn-crib there comes this word, saving: You shall not see my face except your brother be with you" In other words, there is no such thing as getting from heaven pardon, and comfort, and eternal life, useless we bring with us our Divine Brother, the Lord Jesus Christ Coming wi thout him we shall fall before we reach the corn-crib, and cur bodies shall be portion for the jackals of the wilderness; but coming with the Divine Jesus all the granaries of heaven will swing open before our soul. and abundance shall be given us We | ShdiA D0 luNltSd to Sik HI LHe p .lace of the King and at tho table; and while the Lord of heaven ia appcr- tioning from his own table to other tables he will not forget us; and then and there it will be found that our Benjamin's mess is larger than all the others, for so 1t ought to be. Worthy is the Lamb that was slain, to receive blessing, and riches, and honor. and glory. and power|
 My friends, you see 1t is either Christ or famine. If there were two banquets spread, rnd to one of them, only, you might go you might stand aud think for good while as to which invitations you had better accept, but here it is feastIng or starvation. If it were a choice between oratorios, you might say Il prefer the rcation, or "I prefer tn Mes slah. " But here it is choice be- tween eternal harmony and everlast- ing discord. 0, will you live or die? Will you start for the Egyptian corn crib, or will you peris amid the empty barns of the Cauaanitish fam inc? ''le shall not see my fac, except your brother be with you