Milford chronicle., 1892-12-16
MILFOKD, DEL., FRIDAY, DECEMBER l6 1892.

~-tt-f %N-A4-AAEs A1MM Nlt lace until NHE
L come to smile-the night dew meltin
into the morning.
No work on the farm that day, for whe
bad boy repents and comes back promi,
d ing to do better God knows that is enOug
y lor oRe day And they began to he merry.
flcture-" Prodigal Son Returned from th
wilderness So God, our Mother, teache
US everything by pictures. The sinner i
lost sheep. Jesus is the BRIDEGROOM
The useless man a barren fig tree. Th
Gospel is a great supper Satan, a sowe
OF tares. Truth, a mustard seed. Tina
which we could not have understood il
the abstract statement God, our Mother
presents to US in this Bible album Of pic
lures, God engraved. Is not the divine
Maternity ever thus teaching us2
SYMPATHY FOR THE WEAK.
remark again that God has a mothers
favoritism. a father sometimes shows a
sort of favoritism. Here is a boy-strong.
well, Of high forehead and quick intellect.
The father says, Il will take that boy into
my firm yet" or, Il will give him the very
best possible education" There are in-
stances where for the culture Of the one
| boy all the others have been robbed. A
sad favoritism, but that is not the mothers
favOrite. will tell you her favorite.
There is a child who at two years Of age
| had fall. He has never got over it. The
scarlet fever mui1ied his hearing. lie is
not what he once was. That child has
caused the mother more anxious nights
than all the oCher children. II he coughs
in the night she springs out OF a sound
! sleep and goes to him. The last thing she
does when going out of the house is to
give a charge in regard to him. The first
thing on coming in is to ask in regard to
him.
Why, the children of the family all know
that he is the favOrite, and say: Mother,
you let him do just as be pleases, and you
give him great many things which you
don0t give us He is your favorite" The
mother smiles; she knows It is so. So he !
ought to be, for if there is any one in the |
world that needs sympathy more than an |
other it is an invalid child; weary on the 1
first mile Of life's journey; carrying an I
aching head, weak side, an irritated lung !
So the mother ought to make him a favor i
ite.
God, our Mother, has favorites. "Whom
the Lord lOveth he chasteneth"-that is.
one whom he especially loves he chasten-
eth. God loves us all, but is there one
weak and sick and sore and wounded and
suffering and faint? That is the one who
lies nearest and more perpetually on the
great loving heart Of God, Why, it never
coughs but our Mother-God-hea it. 1t
never stirs weary limb in the bed but
our NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. Of it. There is
no such watcher as God. The best nurse
may be OverbOrne by fatigue and fall
asleep in the chair; but God, our Mother, /
after being up year Of nights with a suf-
iering child, never slumbers nor sleeps.
"Oh," says one, Il cannot understand all ,
hat about affiictionr' A reiner Of silver ,
'nce explained it to Christian lady, 81 !
Iut the silver in the fire, and I keep refn-
ng it and trying it till can SEE my face in
t, and then take it out" just so it is
hat God keeps his dear children in the :
urnace till the divine image may be seen /
n them; then they are taken out Of the .
ire. WELL" says some one, "if that is =
he way that God treats his favorites, do
lot want to be n favorite" >,
There is a barren field on an autumn day =
ust wanting to be let alone. There is a -
ang at the bars and a rattle of while :
rees and clevises. Tue field says, "What :,
) the farmer going to do with me now?' :,
he farmer puts the plOw in the ground :,
bouts to the horses, the Golfer goes tear :,
lg through the sod, and the furrow reaches n,
'Om fence to fence. Next day there is a :;
lA3 tAAI httA fAA-AA laiG LAtLAE VI Willie
ees again. The field says, Il wonder what y
ie farmer is going to do nowY" The farr- 4,
: bitches the horses to the Larrow, and It ~
pes bounding and tearing across the field. a.
Next day there is a rattle nc the bars A
gain, and the field says, "NEhat is the =,
rmer going to DO nOw}" lie walks helv-
= across tie field, scattering seed as he
alks. After awhile cloud comes. The ~
Id says, "What, more troublcw It be- ~
MS to rain After awhile the wind t.
anges to the northeast, and it begins to "A,
Ow. Says the field: rs it not enough ~
ut l have been torn and trampled upon ~,
i drowned? Must be showed under?" 80,
tier awhile spring comes out of the gates No
the south, and warmth and gla mess T.
me with it. A green scarf bandages the n
sh Of he wheat field, and the July morn 81,
{ drops a crown of gold on the head Of I
g grain. IN,
oh" says the field, "now l know the no,
e of the plOw, Of the harrow, Of the ~,
lvy foot, of the shower and of the snow ~
rm. 1t is well enough to be trodden III.
4 trampled and drowned and showed Dai
Ger if in the end l can yield such No M,
rious harvest" ''Ile that goeth forth If !
weepeth, bearing precious seed, snail an
lbtless come again with rejoicing sou
nging his sheaves with him." 80
MADE PERFECT THROUGH SUFFERING. r +,
When l see God especially busy in trou- = .,
lg and trying "A Christian know that NJ
OF that Christians character there is s,,,,
come some especial good A quarry ban
I u goes uown E inSo Ine @ excavation and eth,
rock. The rock says, What do you
hat fOrg" he puts powder in; he lights mo,
Ise. There is a laundering crash. The W.,
< says, why, the whole mountain is ,,ot
* to pieces" The crowbar is plunged; even
rock IS dragged out. After awhile it cbii,
lken into the artists studio 1t says, n m,
ell, now / have got to a good, warm. D,otl
ortable place at last" i-T
ut the sculptor takes the chisel and
let, and lie digs for the eyes, and he .i .ne
for the mouth, and he bores for the 1ne
and he rubs it with sandpaper until sls'e
rock says, when will this torture be we
id?" A sheet is thrown over it. 1t uay
ds in darkness. After awhile it is o"s
N out. The covering is removed. 1t sIou
ds in the sunlight, in the presence Of US,
thousand applauding people, as they ,.l *
the statue Of the poet, or the prince, uirs'
e Gonqueror chui
h. says the stone, NOW understand il,'r' I'M
am great deal better oil now stand luna
: a statue OF a conquefor than would M
been down in the quarry" So God W,he " nc
man down in the quarry of igno- sum SUI
, and sin. How to get him upi He as
be bored and blasted and ehiseled 0O''
secured and stand sometimes in the
ness.
{ after awhile the mantle Of afiliction
fall OF, and his soul will be greeted by As
ne hundred and forty-four thousand Nelli
the thousands Of thousands rs more eveni
conqueror. Oh, my friends, God, our ringi
er, is just as kind in our Affections rs good
r pro peri,i's. God never touches us tbat
or our good. II field clean ami cul- used
is better Oft than barren field, and acros
lone that has become statue is het- strt.
I than the marble in the quarry, then it wa.
soul that Cod ehastens may be his He
ite ringii