The Forrest City times., 1891-07-10

blaspheme, but you could not cry ing the hand of a dead wife The temples livid with excitement, the eye dry and frantic, no moisture on tho upper or lower lid. You saw there were bolts of anger in the cloud, bu, no rain. To your Christian comfort he said: Don't talk 70 me about God there is no God; or if there is hate him; don't talk to me about God would he have left me and these moth. erless children?" But few hours or days after, coming across some lead or some letters which she wrote when he was away from home, with an out cry that appals, there bursts the foun tain of tears, and as the sunlight o1 Gods consolation strikes that fountain of tears, you find out that it Is ten. der-hearted merciful, pitiful, and all-compassionate God who was the father of that rain. O." you say, 'sii is absurd to think that God is going tc watch over tears"
 My parents never mentioned the death of child who died fifty years be.
 
 a sigh, oh! how deep-fetched. 1t was better she should die. It was a mercy she should die. She would have been lifelong invalid. But you can not argue away parents grief. How my child, my child." Then there are the filial tears. Little children soon get over the loss of pa, rents. They are easily diverted with q new toy. But where is the man that has come to thirty, or forty, or fifty years of age, who can think of the old people without having all the foun- tains of his soul stirred up? You may have had to take care of her a good many years, but you never can forget how she used to take care of you. There have been many sea-captains converted in our church, and the pecu- liarity of them was that they were nearly all prayed ashore by their mothers, though the mothers went into the dust soon after they went to sea. Have you never heard an old man in delirium oi some sickness, call for his mother. The fact is we get so used to calling for her the first ten years of our life we never get over it, and when she goes away from us it makes deep sor- row. You sometimes, perhaps, in days of trouble and darkness. when the world would say; You ought to be able to take care of yourself wake up from your dreams finding yourself saying: 70, mother. motheru'
 In religious assemblage a man arose and said: II have been very wicked man; 1 broke my mothers heart; be- came an infidel; but l have seen my evil way, and l have surrendered my heart to God; but it is grlef l never can get over that my parents should never have heard of my salvation; l don't know whether they are living or dead" While yet he was standing in the audience voice from the gallery said: "Oh! my son, my son" He looked up, and he recognized her. It was his old mother. She had been praying for him for great many years, and when, at the foot of the cross, the prodigal son and the praying mother embraced each other, there was rain tremendous rain, of tears, and God was the father of those tears.
 The king of Carthage was dethroned. His people rebelled against him. He was driven into banishment. His wife wife and children were outrAgeously abused Years went by and the king of Carthage made many friends. He gathered up great army, He marched again toward Carthage Reaching the gates of Carthage, tho best men of the place came out bare-footed and bare headed, and with ropes around sheir necks, crying for mercy They said: I've abused you and we abused your family, but we cry for mercy" The king of Carthage looked down upon the people from his chariot and said: "I came to bless, 1 didn't come to destroy, You drove mo out, but this day l pronounce pardon for all the people. Open the gate and let the army come in The king marched in and took the throne. and the people all shouted: Long live the kingl' My friends, you have driven the Lord Jesus Christ, the King of the Church, away from your heart; you have been maltreating him all these years; but he comes back to- day. He stands in front of the gates of your soul. If you will only pray for his pardon, he will meet you with his gracious spirit and he will say; Thy sins and thine iniquities I will remem- Der no more. Open wide the gate; will take the throne. My peace give unto you And then all through this audi ence, from the young and from the old, there will be Il rain of tears, and God will be tho Father of that rain!