Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1892-08-01

rerenJ worus TOR legal purposes, puu the
most of US have less than a thousand
words that we can manage, less than five
hundred, and that makes us 30 stupid.
ALL SWEET WORDS NEEDED.
When we come to set forth the love of
Christ we are going to take the tenderest
phraseology wherever we find It, and II it
has never been used In that direction be-
fore, all the more shall we use it. When
we come to speak Of the glory of Christ,
the conqueror, we are going to draw our
SMILES from triumphal arch and oratorio
and everything grand and stupendous.
The French navy have eighteen flags by
which they give signal, but those eighteen
flags they can put into sixty-six Thousand
different combinations. And have to tell
you that these standards of the cross may
be lifted into combinations infinite and
varieties everlasting. And let me say to
young men who are after awhile going to
preach Jesus Christ, you will have the
largest liberty and unlimited resource
You only have to present Christ in your
own way.
Jonathan Edwards preached Christ in
the severest argument ever penned, and
John Bunyan preached Christ In the sub
FINEST allegory ever composed. Edward
Payson, sick and exhausted, leaned up
against the side of the pulpit and wept out
his discourse. while George Whitefeld,
with the manner and the voice and the
start Of an actor, overwhelmed his audi
tory. 1t would have been different thing
II Jonathan Edwards had tried to write
and dream about the pilgrims progress to
the celestial city or John Bunyan had at
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Brighter than the light, fresher than the
fountains, deeper than the seas are all
these Gospel themes. Song has no melody,
flowers have no sweetness, sunset sky has
no color compared with these glorious
themes These harveSts If 0rara aprino
up quicker than we can sickle them. Kin
ding pulpits with their fire, and producing
revolutions with their power, lighting up
dying beds with their glory, they are the
sweetest thought for the poet, and they
are the most thrilling illustration for the
orator, and they offer the most intense
scene for the artist, and they are to the
ambassador of the sky all enthusiasm.
Complete pardon for direst guilt. Sweet
est comfort for ghastliest agony, Bright
est hope for grilnmest DEATH Grandest
resurrection for darkest sepulcher.
Oh, what a Gospel to preachi Christ
over all in it. His birth, his suffering,
his miracles, his parallels, his sweat, his
tears, his blood, his atonement, his inter
cession-what glorious themesl Do we
exercise faith? Christ is it's object. Do
we have lover 1t fastens on Jesus. Have
we a fondness for the church, 1t is be-
cause Christ died for it, Have we a hope
of heavenp 1t is because Jesus went
ahua6 ha III md tba
The royal robe Of Demetrius was so
costly, so beautiful, that after he had put
it off no one ever dared put it on; but this
robe of Christ, richer than that, the poor
est, and the wanest, and the worst may
wear. Where sin abounded grace may
much more ABOUND"
THE JOY OF THE CONVERTED.
"Oh, my sins, my SINS" said Martin
Luther to Staupitz; 'my SINS my SINS"
The fact is that the brawny German stu
dent had found Latin Bible that had
made him quake, and nothing else ever
did make him quake; and when he found
how, through Christ, he was pardoned
and saved, he wrote to friend, saying;
"Come over and join us great and awful
sinners saved by the grace of God. You
seem to be only slender sinner, and you
don't much extol the mercy of God; but
we who have been such very awful sin
ners praise his grace the more now that
we have been redeemed"
Can 1t be that you are so desperately
egotistical that you feel yourself In first
rate spiritual trim, and that from the root
Of the hair to the tip of the toe you are
scarless and immaculatei What you need
is looking glass, and here it is In the
Bible. Poor and wretched and miserable
and blind and naked from the crown Of
the head to the sole of the foot, full Of
wounds and putrefying sores. No health
In us. And then take the fact that Christ
gathered up all the notes against US and
paid them, and then offered us the receipt
And how much we need him in our sor
rowsl We are independent of circum-
stances IL we have his grace. Why, he
made Paul sing in the dungeon, and under
that grace st. John from desolate Patmos
heard the blast of the apocalyptic trum-
pets, After all other candles have been
snuffed out, this is the light that gets
brighter and brighter unto the perfect day.
and after, under the hard hoofs OF calsm-
ity, all the pools of worldly enjoyment
have been trampled into deep mire, at
the foot Of the eternal rock the Chris
tian, from cups OF granite, lily trimmed
and vine covered, puts out the thirst of his
soul
Again, l remark that Christ is above all
in dying alleviations. have not any sym
patty with the morbidity abroad about
our demise. The emperor of Constantine
pie arranged that on the day OF his corona
tion the stonemason should come and con-
suit him about his tombstone that after
awhile he would need. And there are
men who are monomanical on the subject
Of departure from this life by death, and
the more they think of 1t the less they are
to go. This is an unmanliness
not worthy of you, not worthy of me.
TIE HERDS DEATH.
Saladin, the greatest conqueror of his
day, while dying, ordered the tunic he had
on him to be carried after his death ON a
spear at the head Of his army, and then the |
soldier ever and anon should stop and say: |
Behold, all that is left of Saladin, the en-
peror and conquerori OF all the states he
of all the wealth he accumu- |
ated,. nothing did he retain but this