The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-08-31

him entirely happy, and that this world
was completely satiatIng his soul, be sits
down and writes: 81 never in nv life put
on a new hat that it did not rain and ruin
it. never went out in a shabby coat De-
cause it was raining and thought all who
had the choice would keep indoors, that
the sun did not burst forth in its
strength and bring out with 1t
all the butterflies Of fashion, whom
/ knew and who knew me.
never consented TO accept part | hated
out of kindness TO another, that l did not
get Missed by the public and cut by the
writer. could not take drive out for 8
few minutes with Terry without being
overturned and having my elbow-bone
broken. though my friend got off IN
harmed. / could not make a covenant
with Arnold, which l thought was 70 make
my fortune. without making his instead,
than in an incredible short space of time-I
think thirteen months earned for MIN
twenty thousand pounds, and for myself
one. I am persuaded that il l were TO set
up as beggar every one in my neigh6or-
hood would leave off eating bread" That
was the lament Of the worlds comedian
and joker. AL unhappy. The world did
everything for Lord Byron that 1t
could do, and yet in his last
moment be asks q friend 10 come aud
sit down by him and read, as most
appropriate to his case. the story of 1.-The
Bleeding Heart Torrigiano, tue sculptor,
executed, after months of care and carv-
ing Madonna and the Child" The royal
family came in and admired it. Everybody
that looked at it was in ecstacy; but one
day, after all that toll and all that admira-
ton, because he did not get as much COM
pensation for his work as he had expected,
be took a mallet and dashed the exquisite
sculpture into atoms. The world is poor
compensation, poor satisfaction, poor solace.
Famine, famine in all the earth; not for
seven years, but for six thousand. But,
blessed be God, there is a great corn-crib.
The Lord built it. 1t is in another land.
1t is large place An angel once meas
ured it, and, as far as l con calculate it in
our phrase, that corn-crib is fifteen hundred
miles long and fifteen hundred broad, and
fifteen hundred high: and it is full. Food
for all nations. "Oln say the people, 1--WE
will start right away and get this supply
for our soul" But stop moment; for
from the keeper of that corn crib there
comes this word, saying: You shall not
see nv 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, unless we bring
with us our divine brother, the Lord Jesus
Christ Coming without him we shall fall
before we reach the corn crib, and our
bodies shall be a portion for the jackals OF
Lle MliQeTueSSs Dut COulluk VIII Jnc ulNlut
Jesus, all the granaries OF heaven will swing
open before our soul, and abundance shall
be given US. We shall be invited to sit In
the palace of the King and at the table
and while the Lord Of heaven is appor-
tioniug 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 30 1t ought to
be- "Worthy is the lamb that was slain,
to receive blessing, and riches, and honor,
and glory, and power"
| want to make three points. Every
frank and common-sense man will acknowl-
edge himself to be a sinner What are you
going to do with your sinsl Have them
pardoned, you say. How9 Through the
mercy of God. What do you mean by the
mercy of Godl Is 1t the letting down of bar
for the admission of all, without respect to
characterg Be not deceived. / see a soul
coming up to the gate of mercy and knock
ing at the corn-crib of heavenly supply
and voice from within says:
Are you alonep The sinner
replies: "AIl alone.n The voice
from within says: "You shall not see my
pardoning face unless your divine brother
the Lord Jesus be with you" o, that is
the point at which so many are discom-
forted There is no mercy from God except
through Jesus Christ. Coming with bin,
we are accepted. Coming without him. we
are rejected. Peter put it right in his great
sermon before the high pr ests when he
thundered forth: "Neither Is there saliva
ton in any other There is no other name
given under heaven among men whereby
we may be saved" O, anxious sinner! o,
diving sinner! o, lost sinner! all you have
got to do is to have this Divine Benjamin
along with You. Side by side. coming to
the gate, all the storehouses of heaven will
swing open before your anxious soul. Am
] right in calling Jesus Bsnjamin1 o, yes.
Rachel lived only long enough to give a
name to that child, and with a dying kiss
she called him Benoni. Afterward Jacob
changed his name, and he called him Benja-
min. The meaning Of the name she gave
was "Son of my Pain" The meaning of
the name the father gave was 'Son of my
Right Hand" And was not Christ the son
of painq All the sorrows of Rachel in that
hour, when she gave her child over into the
hands of strangers, was nothing compared
with the struggle OF God when he gave uD
his only son. the omnipotent God in a
birth throel And was not Christ appro-
priately called ''Son of the Right Hand!n
Did not Stephen look into heaven and see
him standing at the right hand OF God?
And does not Paul speak of him as stand
ing at the right hand of God making in
tercessions for usl o, Benjamin-Je sus!
Son of pang Son Of victoryl The Deep
est emotions OF our souls ought to be stirred
at the sound of that nomenclature. In your
prayers plead his tears, his sufferings, his
sorrows and his death. If you refuse to do
1t, all the corn-cribs and the palaces of
heaven will be bolted and barred against
your soul, and a voice from the throne shall
stun you with the announcement: "You
shall not see my face except your brother
be with you"
My text also suggests the reason why 80
many people do not get any real comfort.
You meet ten people; nine of them are in
need Of some kind Of coincidence. There is
something in their health, or in their state
OF In their domestic condition that demands
sympathy. And yet the most of the worlds
sympathy amounts to absolutely nothing.
People go to the wrong crib, or they
go in the wrong way. When the
plague was in Rome a great many years
ago, there were eighty men who chanted
themselves to death with the litanies OF
Gregory the Great-literally chanted them
selves TO death, and yet 1t did not stop the
plague. And all the music of this world
cannot halt the plague of the human heart
l come to some one whose ailments are
chronic, and / say: 'In heaven YOU will
never be sick.n That does not give YOU
much comfort. What you want is a sooth-
ing power for your present distress. Lost
children, have youl l come to you and tel
you that in ten years perhaps you will meet
those loved ones before the throne of God
But there is but little coincidence in that
One day is year without them, and ter
years is small eternity. What you want
is a sympathy now-present help | come
to those of you who have lost dear friends
and say: TRY to forget them. d. no