The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-08-28

dLt our tears
Again, God remembers all the sorrows
Of poverty. There is much want that
never comes 10 inspection The deacOns
OF the church never see 10. The comp
trollers Of almshOuses never report it. 10
comes not 70 church. for 10 has no appro-
pirate apparel. il makes no appeal Tor
help. but chooses rather 10 suffer than eX-
pose its bitterness. Fathers who fail 70
gain a livelihood, so that they and their
cnildren submit to constant prlvatlou;
seWlng-women, who cannot ply the needle
quick enough to earn them shelter and
bread. But whether reported or uncom-
planning, whether in seemingly comfort
able p2rlor, or in damp cellar, or in hot
garrett, Gods angels of mercy are on the
watch. This moment those griefs are be-
ing collected Down on the back streets,
IN all che alleys, amid shanties and log
cabins, the work goes on Tears OF want
-seething in summers heat, or freezing
in winters cold-they fall not unheeded.
They are jewels for heavens casket.
They are pledges of Divine sympathy.
They are tears for God S bottle.
Again, the Lord preserves the remem-
brance of all paternal anxieties. You
see man from the most infamous sur
roundln2s step out into the kingdom of
God. He has heard the sermon. He has
received no startling prOvidential warn
ing. What brought him to this new
mlnd2 This Is the secret: God looked
over the bottle in which he gathers the
tears Of his people, and he saw parental
tear in the bottle which has been for
forty years unanswered He said: Go,
too, now; and let me answer that tear IVY
and forthwith the wanderer is brought
home to God. Oh, this work of training
children for God 1t is tremend-
GUS work. Some people think it easy
They have never tried it. A child is
placed in the arms of the young parent.
1T Is beautiful thing. You look into the
laughing eyes, You examine the dlmples
in its feet. You wonder al its exquisite
organism. Beautiful plaything But on
some nightfall, as you sit rocking that
little one, a voice seems to fall straight
from the throne of God, saying, THAT
child is immOrtall The stars shall die,
but that is an immortal Suns shall grow
old with age and perish, but this Is an
immortal -
Now l know with many of you this is
the chief anxiety You earnestly wish
your children to grow up rightly, but
you find 1t hard work to make them do
as you wish. You check their temper
You correct their waywardness; in the
midnight Your pillow is wet with weep
ing. You have wrestled with God in
agony for the salvation of your children.
You ask me if all that anxiety has been
AiAN4i'A IhetAs dlASF CT W. N1OA uiA-
derstands your heart. He understands
how hard you have tried to make that
daughter do right, though she is so very
petulant and reckless; and what pains
you have bestowed in teaching that son
to walk in the path of uprighness, though
he has such strong prOclvities for dissi-
patton. l speak a cheering word. God
heard every counsel you ever offered him.
God has known all the sleepless nights
you have ever passed. God has seen
every sinking of your distressed spirit.
God remembers your prayers. He keeps
eternal record of your anXieties; and in
his lachrymatory, not such as stood in
ancient tomb, but in one that glows and
glitters beside the throne of God, he
holds all those exhausting tears. The
grass may be rank upon your graves, and
the letters upon your tombstone defaced
with the elements before the Divine re-
sponse will come; but he who hath de-
clared, II will be God to thee, and to
thy seed after thee will not forget; and
some day, in heaven, while you are
ranging the fields of light, the gates of
pearl will swing back, and garlanded
with glory, that long hayward one will
rush into your outstretched arms of well
come and triumph. The hills may depart
and the earth may burn and the stars
fall and time perish but God will break
his oath and trample upon his promises
neverl neverl
Again, God keeps a perpetual remem-
brance of all bereavements. These are
the trials that cleave the soul, and throw
the red hearts of men to be crushed in the
wine press Troubles at the store YOU
may leave at the store. Misrepresenta-
ton and abuse of the world you may leave
on the street where you found them. The
lawsuit that would swallow your honest
Accommodations may be left in the court
ROOM But bereavements are home
troubles, and there is no escape from
them. You will see that vacant chair
Your eye win catch at the suggestive
picture. You cannot fly the presence of
such ills. You 20 to Switzerland to get
clear of them, but more sure-fOoted than
the mule that takes you up the Alps, your
troubles climb to the tip-top and sit shiv-
ering on the glaciers. You may
cross the seas, but they can Outsail
the swiftest steamer. You may take
caravan, and put out across the Ara bian
desert, but they follow you like a simeon,
armed with suffOcation. You plunge in
to the Mammoth cave, but they hang like
stalactites from the roof of the great
cavern. They stand behind with skeleton
fingers to push you ahead. They stand
before you TO throw you back. They run
upon you like reckless horsemen. They
charge upon you with cleaning spear.
lutA SGtttl 10 COME ndp-ndLdEu, scattering
shots from the gun of careless sports
man. But not so. 1t is good aim that
sends them just right; for God is the
archer This summer many of you will
especially feel your grief as you 90 to
places where once you were accompanied
by those who are gone now. Your
troubles will follow you to the seashore,
and win keep up with the lighting ex-
press in which you speed away. Or,
tarrying at home, they will sit beside YOU
by day, and whisper over your pillow
night after night | want to assure you
| that you are not left alone; and that your
weeping is heard in heaven. You will
wander among the hills and say: Cup
this hill, last year. our boy climbed with
great glee, and waved his cap from the
tOp;" or, "This is the place where our
little girl put flowers in her hair, and
looked up in her mothers face" until
every drop of blood in your heart tingled
with gladness, and you thanked God with
thrill of rapture; and you looked around
as much as to say: "Who dashed out
that light, Who filed this cup with
gall2 What blast froze up these foun-
tains OF the hearth" Some of you have
lost your parents within the last twelve
months. Their prayers for you are
ended. You take up their picture, and
try to call back the kindness that once