Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1892-12-01

neighbors, our dead families, and
we say, 'Will we ever get over
it?' Yes, we Will get over it
amid the shoutings of heavenly re-
union, and we will look back to all
these distresscs of bereavement only as
the temporary distresses of husking
time. Weeping may endure for a
night, but joy cometh in the morning"
Light, and but for a moment" said
the apostle as he clappct. his hands,
light, and but for moment" The
chill of the frosts followed by the
gladncss that cometh in '1iSe IA shock
of corn cometh in in his season"
OF course, the huslIing time made
rough work with the ear of corn. The
huslling peg had TO be thrust in and
the hard thumb of the husSer had to
come down on the swathing of the ear
and ruthless tearing, and then "A COM
plete swapping off before the corn was
free, and if the huslS could have spoken
it would have said, "Why doyou LAGER
ate me? Why do you wrench me?' All!
my friends, that is the way God has ar
ranged that the ear and husk shall part,
and that is the way he has arranged
that the body and the soul shall sep
arate. You can afford to have yonr
physical distresses when you know
that they are only forwarding the
souls liberation. Every rheumatic
pain is only Il plunge of the husking
peg. Every neuralgia twingc is only u
twist by the huslier There is gold in
you that must come out. Some way
the shackle must be broken. Some
way the ship mast be launched for
hna " OF
Heavenly Husbandman husk off the
mortality from the immortality. There
ought to be great consolation in this
for all who have chronic ailments,
since the Lord is gradually and more
mildly taking away from you that
which binders your souls liberation,
doing gradually for you what for many
of us in robust health perhaps he will
do in one fell blow at the last. At the
close of every illness, at the close of
every paroXysm you ought to say,
Thank God, that is all past now;
thank God, ] never have to suffer
that again; thank God, ] am so much
nearer the hour of liberation" You
will never suffer the same pain twice.
You may have new pain in an old
place, but never the same pain twice.
The pain does its work and then dies.
Just so many plunges of the crowbar
to free the quarry stone for the build
ing. Just SO many strokes of the
| chisel to complete the statue. Just SO
many pangs to separate the
soul from the badly. You who
| have chronic ailments and disorders,
are only paying in installmcnts that
| which some of us will have to pay in
one payment when we pay the debt of
nature. Thank God, therefore, We who
have chronic disorders, that you have
so much less suffering at the last.
Thank God, that you will have so much
less to feel in the way of pain at the
hands of the Heavenly Husbandman
when the shock of corn cometh in in
his season."
Perhaps now tins may be an answer
to a question which asked one Sabbath
morning, but did not answer. Why is
it that so many really good people
have so dreadfully to suffer? You often
find good man with enough pains
and aches and distresses, you would
think, to discipline whole colony,
while you will find a man who is per-
fectly useless going about with easy
digestion and steady nerves and
shining health, and his exit from
the world is comparatively painless.
How do you explain that? Well, no.
iced in the husking time that the
lusking-peg was thrust into the corn
md then there must be a stout pull be-
fore the swathing was taken off the
ear and the full, round, healthy, luXu-
rant corn was developed; while on the
other hand there was corn that hardly
seemed worth husliing. We threw
that into place all by itself, and we
called it ''nubbins.' Some of it was
widowed, and some of it was mice
nibbled, and some of it was great
promise and no fulfillment. All cobs
and no corn. Nubbins! After the
good corn had been driven up to the
barn we came around with the
corn basket and we picked up these
nubbins. They We're worth saving,
but not worth much. So all around us
there are people who amount to com
paratively nothing. They develop into
no kind of usefulness. They are nib
bled on one side by the world, and
nibbled on the other side by the devil,
and widowed all over. Great promise
and no fulfillment. All cobs and nc
corn. Nubbins! They are worth saw
ing. | suppose many of them will get
to heaven, but they are not worthy tc
| be mentioned in the same day
with those who went through great
| tribulation into the kingdom of oul
| God. Who would not rather have the
! pains of this life, the misfortunes Of
this life-who would not rather be
| torn, and wounded, and lacerated, anC
| t,l, 81 III ln
in amid the very best grain of the
granary than TO be pronounced mo-
worth huslxing at all? Nubbins! III
other words, | want to say to you PEG
pie who have distress of body, and dis
tress in business, and distress of al
sorts, the Lord has not any grudgC
! against you. 1t is not 1erogatory, it i
complimentary. "Whom the Lore
loyeth he chasteneth," and it is proc
positive that there is something valu
/ able in you, or the Lord would no
, have husked ytnL
! You remember also, that IN the time
of huslIing it Wan neighborhood re
union. BY the great fireplace in the
winter, the fires roaring around thu
| glorified back-logs on an old-fashioneC
hearth, of which the modern stoves
and registers are only the degenerate
descendants, the farmers used to gathel
and spend the evening, and there
would be much sociality; bu
it was not anything like the
joy of the husking time, for ther
all the farmers came, and they cam,
in the very best humor, anil they cam,
from beyond the meadow, and theV
came from beyond the brook, and they
came from regions two and !hree mile
around. Good spirits rsigDed supreme
and there were great han 1shakings
and there was carnival, ard there wa!
the recital of the brightest expert
ences in all their lives, and there was
a neighborhood reunion the memory
of which makes all the nerves of my
body tremble with emotion as the
strings of harp when the fingers o
the player have swapt the chords
The huslSing time was the time o
neighborhood reunion, and SO HEAVIER
will be just that. There they com,
up! They slept in the old villag,
churchyard. There they come up
They reclined amid the fountains ant
the sculpture and the parterres of
city cemetery. There they come up
They went down when the ship foun
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