The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1894-12-07

and won the prize and the admiration OF all
the astronomical world, that stood amazed
nj her genius. And so il is often the case
that grown people cannot see the light.
while some little child beholds the star of
pardon, the star OF hope, the star OF conso-
Iation, the star OF Bethlehem. the morning
star OF Jesus. mot many mighty men. not
many wise men are called. but God hath
chosen the weak things of the world to con-
found the mighty and base things and things
that are not TO bring to naught things that
are" Oh, do not despise the pratttle OF
little children when they are speaking about
God and Christ and heaven. You see the
way your child is pointing. Will you takethat
pointing or wait until, In the wrench of soma
awful bereavement, God shall lift that child
to another world, and then it will beckon
you upward2 Will you take that pointing,
or will you wait for the reckoning? Blessed
be God that the little Hebrew captive point
ed In the right direction. Blessed be God
for the saving ministry of Christian children.
No wonder the advice OF this little He
brew captive threw all Naaman's mansion
and Ben-hadad's palace into excitement.
Goodby, Naaman With face scarihed and
ridged and inflamed by the pestilence and
aided by those who supported him on either
side. he staggers out TO the chariot. Hold
fast the fiery coursers OF the royal stable
while the poor sick man lifts his swollen
feet and pain struck limbs into the vehicle.
Bolster him up with the pillows and LET him
take lingering look at his bright apart
ment, for perhaps the Hebrew captive may
be mistaken. and the next time Naamau
comes to that place he may be dead weight
on the shoulders of those who carry him. an
expired cheftain seeking sepulture amid the
lamentations of an admiring nation. Good
by, Naaman Let the charioteer drive gem
tly over the hills of Hermon, lest he jolt
the invalid. Here goes the bravest man
OF all his day captive of horrible disease.
AS the ambulance winds through the streets
OF Damascus the tears and prayers Of all the
people 90 after the world renowned invalid.
Perhaps you have had an invalid 20 out
from your house on a health excursion. You
know how the neighbors stood around and
said, "Ah, he will never come back again
alive Oh, 1t was solemn moment, tell
you, when the invalid had departed, and
you went into the room to make the bed,
yud to remove the medicine vials from the
shell, and 10 throw open the shutters, so
that the fresh air might rush into the long
closed room. Goodby, Naaman!
There is only one cheerful face looking at
him, and that is the face Of the little
Hebrew captive, who is sure he will get
cured, and who is so glad she helped him.
AS the chariot winds out and the escort OF
mounted courtiers, and the mules, laden
with sacks of gold and silver and en-
broidered suits of apparel, went through
the gates of Damascus and out on the long
way, the hills of Naphtalia and Ephraim
look down on the procession, and the re-
tinue goes right past the battlehelds where
| Naaman in the days OF his health used to
rally his troops for fearful onset, and then
| the procession stops and reclines awhile in
! the groves OF olive and oleander, and
| General Naaman so sick, so very, very sick
How the countrymen gaped as the process
sion passed They had seen Naaman go
past like whirlwind in days gone by and
had stood aghast at the clank OF his war
equipments, but now they commiserate him.
They say: Poor man, he will never get
home alive! Poor man !"
General Naaman wakes up from restless
sleep in the chariot. and he says to the
charioteer, "How long before we shall reach
the Prophet Elisha?" The charioteer says to
a waysider, ."How far is it to Elishas
house," He says, 1.-TWO miles" 1.-Two
miesY" Then they whip up the lathered
and tagged out horses. The whole procession
brightens up at the prospect OF speedy ar
rival. They drive up TO the door OF thu
prophet. The characters shout whoa" to
;he horses, and tramping hoofs and grinding
wheels cease shaking the earth. Come out
Elisha, come out. You have company. TIN
grandest company that ever came to YOU
house has come to it now. No stir inside
Elisha's house. The fact was, the Lord haC
informed Elisha that the sick captain wa
coming and how to treat him. Indeed. whel
you are sick and the Lord wants you to ge
well He always tells the doctor how to trea
you, and the reason we have so man,
bungling doctors is because they depent
upon their own strength and instruction
and not on the Lord God, and that Away
makes malpractice. Come out, Elisha, am
attend to your business.
General Naaman and his retlnue waited
and waited and waited. The fact was
Naaman had two diseases-pride and
leprosy. The one was as hard to get rid Of
as the other. Elisha sits quietly in mis-
house and does not go out. After awhile
when he thinks he has humbied this prouC
man, he says TO a servant, EGO out and tel
General Naaman to battle seven times in tn
river Jordan, out yonder five miles, and n
will get entirely WELL" The message come
out. "What ~ says the commander-in-cbie
of the Syrian forces, his eye kindlinS wit
an animation which il had not shown fo
weeks and his swollen foot stamping on thu
bottom Of the chariot, regardless OF pain
"What Isn't he coming out to see me
Why, thought certainly he would come an
utter some cabalistic words over me or max
some enigmatical passes over my wounds
: Why, 1 don't think he knows who
am. Isn't he coming out? Why, whe
} the Shunamite woman came TO him, h
} rushed out and cried is it well with thee
, Is it well with thy husband? Is 1t we'll wit
, thy childY And will he treat a poor III
known woman like that and let me, title
parsonage, sit here in my chariot and wa
and walt2 / won't endure it any longe
, Charioteer, drive on Wash in the Jordan
Ha, ha The Shiny Jordan-the muddy 10
dan-the monotonous Jordan! l wouldn
, be seen washing in such river as tina
, Why, we watered our horses in better rv
than that on our way here-the beautiil
river, the jaspar paved river of Pharpar. B
sides that we have in our country anothC
Damascene river, ALBANIA, with foliaged ban
r and torrent ever swift and ever clear, und
the Pickering shadows Of sycamore and oil
l ander. Are not ALBANIA and Pharpar, rive
g OF Damascus, better than all the waters
4 TsroalOD