The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1892-11-04

early manhood he was afioat six miles
from the beach, with nothing to sus-
tain him till he could swim to land but
a boats oar? wonder if his preserva-
ton had anything to do with America?
Had the storm that diverted the May
flower from the mouth of the Hudson
for which it was sailing, and sent it
ashore at Cape Cod, no Divine super.
visal? Does anarchy rule this world.
or God?
st. Felix escaped martyrdom by
crawling through hole in the wall
across which the spiders Immediately
afterward wove web. His persecu-
tors saw the hole in the wall, but the
spiders web put them off the trsek. A
boy was lost by his drunken father and
could not for years find his way home.
Nearly grown he went into a Fulton
street prayer-meeting and asked for
prayers that he might find his parents.
His mother was in the room, and rose
and recognized her long-lost son. Do
you say that these things tonly hap
pened so.'' Tell that to those who
do not believe in God and have
no faith in the Bible. Do not tell it to
experience 'All the events of my life
seem to have been divinely connected.
Do you suppose it is SO in all lives?" He
answered.: Eyes, but most people do
not notice the Divine leadlngs." Ists.nd
here this morning to say from my own
experience that the safest thing in all
the new world to do is to trust to the
Lord. / never had a misfortune or
persecution or trial or a disappoint-
ment however excruciating at the time
God did not make turn out for my
good My one wish is to follow the
Divine leading. / want to watch the
finger of God.
Nations also would do well to watch
for the finger Of God. What does the
cholera scare in America mean? Some
say it means that the plague will sweep
our land next summer. / do not be-
lieve word of it. There will be no
cholera here next summer. Four or
five summers ago there were those who
said it would surely be here the follow
ing summer because it was on the way.
But it did not come. The sanitary pre-
cautions established here will make
next summer unusually healthy. Chol-
era never starts from where it stopped
the season before, but always starts in
the filth of Asia, and if it starts nextsum-
mer it will start there again-it will
not start from New York quarantine.
But it is evident to me that the finger
of God is in this cholera scare, and that
He is pointing this nation to something
higher and better. 1t has been demon
strated as never before that we are in
the hands of God. He allowed the
then halted it. The quarantine was
right and necessary, but oh how easily
the plague could have leaped the bar
riers lifted against it. Thanks to
the president of tho United States,
and thanks to the health officers,
and thanks to the Thirteenth
regiment, and thanks to all who
stood between this evil and our ma
tional health, but more than all, and
higher than all, thanks to God! Out of
that solemnity we ought to pass up to
something better than anything that
has ever yet characterized us as a
nation. We ought to quit our national
sins, our Sabbath breaking, and our
and our impurities, and
our corruptions of all sorts as a people.
The tendency is in self graduation at
our prosperity to forget the mercy of
God that has kept US from being blotted
out for our crimes, and that still null
tiplies our temporal properties. For
ward and upward! See you not the
finger of God in this protecting mercy.
My friends, 1 do not know how we
are going to stand i'll mean the full
thrush of that splendor. Last summer
1 saw Moscow, in some respects the
most splendid city under the sun. The
afterward asked me if had
seen it, for Moscow is the pride of Rus
STA. L told him yes, and that had seen
Moscow burn. / will tell you what |
After examining nine hundred |
brass cannons which were picked out |
of the snow after Napoleon retreated |
from Moscow, each cannon deep cut |
with letter IN" / assembled a tower Of |
some two hundred and fifty feet, just |
before sunset. and on each platform |
there were bells, large and small, and |
l climbed mp among the bells, and then |
as reached the top, all the bells I'M
derneath me began to ring, and they |
were joined by the bells of fourteen
towers and domes and turrets. |
Some of the bells sent out faint tinkle |
of sound, sweet tintinnab ulation that |
seemed to bubble in the air, and others |
forth boom after boom, boom |
after boom, until it seemed to shake |
the earth and fill the heavens-sounds |
so weird, sosweet, so awful, so grand, so |
charming, SO tremendous, so soft, so |
ripping. SO reverberating-and they |
seemed to wreathe and whirl and rise |
and sink burst and roll and mount and |
die. When Napolean saw Moscow burn /
IL could not have been more brilliant |
than. when / saw all the one thousand |
four hundred turrets aflame with the |
roots of gold, and walls of |
and architecture of all col
prs, rningling the brown OF autumnal
forests, and the blue OF summer
heavens. and the confagration of
skies, and the green of rich
meadows, and the foam of tossing
seas. The mingling of so many
,olors with so many sounds WIS
an enhancement almost too much /
for human nerves or human eyes or hu-
man ears. l expect to see nothing to
equal it until you and l see Heaven.
But that will surpass it and make the
of what / saw that July even
ng in Moscow almost tame and in
sipid- All Heaven aglow and all
Heaven airing, not in the sunset, but in
The sunrise. Voices of our own kim
ired mingling with the doxologies