The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1892-12-23

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the landlord: Here is money to pay
| the mans board for two days; talse care
of him; if it costs anything more,
charge it to me, and I will pay ii. -
Picture-The Good Samaritan, or Who
is Your Neighbor?
Iremark again, that God has moth
er's favoritism. A father sometimes
shows sort of faToritism. Here is a
boy-strong. we'll, of high forehead and
quick intellect. The father says: 81
will take that boy into my firm yet;"
or, 81 will give him the very best posi-
bic education" There are instances
where, for the culture of one boy, all
the others have been robbed. A sad
| favoritism; but that is not the mothers
favorite. / will tell You her favoritc.
| There is child who at two years of
age had fall. He has never got over
| it. The scarlet fever muffied his hear
| ing. He is not what he once was. That
child has caused the mother more
anxious nights than all the other chill
dren. II he coughs in the night, she
| springs out of q sound sleep and goes
to him. The last thing she does when
| going out Of the house is to give
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thing on coming in is to ask in regard
to him. Why, the children of the
family all know that he is the favor
tie, and say: Mother, you let him
do just as he pleases, and when you
give him great many things which
you do not give us He is your favor
| ite." The mother smiles; she knows it
is SO. So he ought to be; for if there
is anyone in the world that needs sym
pathy more than another, it is an in
valid child, weary ON the first mile of
life's journey; carrying an aching head,
n weak side, an irritated lung. So the
mother ought to make him a favoritc.
God, our Mother, has favorites
"Whom the Lord loveth He chas ten
eth" That is, one whom He especially
| loves He chasteneth. God loves us all,
but is there one weak, and sick, and
sore, and wounded, and suffering, and
faint? that is the one nearest and more
perpetually on the great heart of God.
| Why, it never coughs bat our Mother,
God, hears 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
suffering child never slumbers nor
sleeps.
''OhI' says one. ST can not under
stand all that about affliction." A re-
finer of silver once explained it to a
Christian lady: 81 put the silver in the
fire, and 1 keep refining it and trying
it till 1 can see my face in it, and then
take'it out" Just so it is that God
keeps his dear children in the furnace
till the Divine Image may be seen in
them; they are taken out of the fire.
We'll" says some one, ''if that is the
way that God treats his favorites do
not want to be favorite." There is a
! barren field on an autumn day just
wanting to be let alone. There is a
bang at the bars and rattle of whiff1e-
trees and clevices. The field says,
What is the farmer going to do with
me now?" The farmer puts the pillow
in the ground, shouts to the horses, the
coulter goes tearing through the sod,
and the furrow reaches from fence
to fence. Next day there is a
bang at the bars and a rattle of
whiffie-trees again. The field says:
81 wonder what the farmer is going to
horses to the harrow, and it goes
bounding and tearing across the field.
Next day there is rattle at the bars
again, and the field says: What is
the farmer going to do now?" He walks
heavily across the field, scattering
seeds as he walks. After while a
cloud comes. The field says, "What,
more troublep' 1t begins to rain.
After n while the winds changes to the
northeast and it begins to snow. Says
the field. is it not enou gh that have
been torn and trampled upon fand
drowned? Must | now be sowned
under?" After while spring comes
out of the gates of the south, and
warmth and gladness come with it.
A green scarf bandages the cash of the
wheat field, and the July morning
drops crown of gold on the head of
the grain. "Oh!'' says the field, ''now
| know the use of the pillow, of the har-
row, of the heavy foot, of the shower
and of the snow storm. 1t is well
enough to be trodden, and trampled,
and drowned, and showed under if in
the end can yield such glorious har-
vest" "He that goes forth and weep
eth, bearing precious seed, shall doubt
less come again with re joicing, bring
ing his sheaves with him"
When l see God especially busy in
troubling and trying a Christian, !
know that out of that Christians char
acter there is to come some especial
good. A quarryman goes down into
the excavation, and with strong-handed
machinery bores into the rock. The
rock says: what do you do that for?"
He puts powder in; he lights fuse.
There is a laundering crash. The rock
says: why, the mountain is going to
pieces" The crowbar is plunged; the
rock is dragged out. After while it is
taken into the artists studio. 1t says:
"Well, now i have got to good, warm,
comfortable place at last" But the
sculptor takes the chisel and NAL
let, and he digs for the eyes,
and cuts for the mouth, and he
bores for the ear, and he rubs it
with sand-paper, until the rock says:
when will this torture be ended?" A
sheet is thrown over it. 1t stands in
darkness. After a while it is taken
out The covering is removed. 1t
stands in the sunlight, in the presence
of ten thousand applauding people, as
they greet the statute OF the poet, or
the prince, or the conqueror. "Ah"'
says the stone, now l understand it.
/ am great deal better off now stand