Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1892-04-11

fathers bootsT" eyes," replied the man,
"and did | not do it well?' Never he
ashamed of your early surroundings.
Yes, yes, all the green leaves we walk
over were torn off some palm tree.
have cultivated the habit of forgetting
the unpleasant things Of life, and chiefly
remember the smooth things, and as far
as | remember now my life has for the
most part moved on over a road soft
with green leaves. They were torn off
two palm trees that stood at tho start of
the road. The prayers, the Christian ex
ample, the good advice, the hard work
of my father and mother. How they
toiled! Their fingers were knotted with
hard work. Their foreheads were wrn-
killed. with many cares. Their backs
stopped from carrying our burdens.
They long ago went into slumber
among their kindred and friends on the
banks of the Raritan, but the influences
! they threw in the way of their children
are yet green as leaves the moment they
are plucked from a palm tree, and we
feel them on our brow and under our
feet and they will strew all the way
until we lie down in the same slumber.
Self sacrifce What thrilling word!
Glad am | that our world has 50 many
specimens of it. The sailor boy on ship
board was derided because he would not
fight or gamble. and they called him
coward. but when child tell over
board and no one else was ready to help,
the derided sailor leaped into the sea,
10Th bo hn
sailor swimming with one arm carried
the child on the other arm till rescued
and rescuer were lifted into safety, and
the cry of coward ceased and all huz-
Zaed ut the scene of daring and self
sacrifice.
When, recently, Captain Burton. the
great author, died, he left a scientific
book in manuscript, which he expected
would be his wifes fortune. He often
told her So He said, This will make
you independent and affluent after | am
gone" He suddenly died, and it was
expected that the wife would publish
the book. One publisher told her Ire
could himself make out of it 500 900.
But it was book which, though written
with pure scientific design, she felt would
do unreasonable damage to public
morals. With the two large volumes,
which had cost her husband the work of
years, she sat down on the floor before
the fire, and said to herself, There is a
fortune for me in this book, and although
my husband wrote it with the right mo-
tive and scientific people might be helped
by it, to the vast majority of people it
would be harmful, and know it would
damage the world" Then she took
apart the manuscript sheet after sheet
and put it into the fire, until the last line
was consumed. Bravo! She flung her
livelihood, her home, her chief worldly
resources under the best moral and TO
ligious interests of the world.
HOW MUCH ARE WE WILLING TO GIVE UP?
How much are we willing to sacrifice
for others? Christ is again on the march,
not from Bcthpage to Jerusalem, but for
the conquest Of the world. He will sure
ly take it, but who will furnish the palm
branches for the triumphant way? Self
sacrifice is the word. There is more
money paid to destroy the world than to
save it. There are moro buildings put
up to ruin the race than churches Ia
evaugclize it. There is more depraved !
literature to blast men than good litera |
ture to elevate them. Oh, for a power
to descend upon us all like that which
whelmed Charles G. Finney with mercy,
when, kneeling in his law Office, and be-
fore he entered upon his apostolic career
of evangelization, he said: Tho Holy
Ghost descended on me in a manner
that seemed to go through me, body and
soul. could feel the impression like a
wave Of electricity going through and
through me. Indeed it seemed to come
in waves and waves of liquid love. 1t
seemed like the breath of God. / can
rccollect distinctly that it seemed to fan
me like immense wings. ! wept aloud
with JOY and love. These waves came
over me and over me one after another, |
and, until, | reCollect, ! cried out, i
shall die if these waves continue to pass
over me- | said, Lord, | cannot bear |
any more And, when gentleman |
came into the Office and said, Mr.. Fin |
ney, You are in pain?' he replied, "No,
but SO happy that | cannot live"
My hearers, the time will come when |
upon the whole church of God will de-
scend such an avalanche of blessing, and |
then the bringing of the world to God |
will be matter of a few years. perhaps |
few days or few hours. Ride on, o
Christ! for the evangelization of all
nations Thou Christ who ,idst ride on
the unbrollcn colt down the sides of
Olivet on the white horse of eternal
victory ride through all nations, and
may we, by our prayers and our self
sacrifices and our contributions and our
conservation, throw palm branches in
the way. l clap my hands at the coming
victory. feel this morning as did the
Israelites when ON their march from
Canaan; they came not under the shadow
Of one palm tree but of seventy palm
trees. standing in an oasis among