The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-04-30

tented, useless and unhappy. If you
want to find cheerful folks, go among
Those who have been purified by the fire.
After Rossini had rendered William
Tell" the five hundredth time, company
of musicians came under his window in
Paris and serenaded him. They put upon
his brow a golden crown of laurel
leaves But. amid all the applause and
enthusiasm Rossini turned to a friend
and said II would give all this brilliant
scene for few days Of youth and love"
Contrast the melancholy feeling of Ros-
SIM, who had everything that this world
could give him, to the joyful experience
of Isaac Watts, whose misfortunes were
innumerable, when he says:
The Hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets, --------------
| Before we rea> h the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry,
We are marching through Immanuels
ground,
To fairer worlds on high
1t is prosperity that kills and trouble
that saves. While the Israelitis were on
the march, amid great privations and
| hardshipS they behaved well. After
awhile they prayed for meat and the
sky darkened with great flock of quails:
and these quails fell in large multitudes
all about them; and the Israelites ate and
ate, and stuffed themselves until they
died. oh, my friends. it is not hardship,
or trial, or starvation that Injuries the
SOUL but abundant supply. 1t is not the
| vulture of trouble that eats up the Christ
| ian's life; it Is the quails it is the quails
| You will yet find out that your midnight
wrestle by the brook Jabbok is with an
angel Of God, come down to bless and
| save.
Learn again that, while our wrestling
with trouble may be triumphant, we must
| expect that it will leave its mark upon
| us. Jacob prevailed, but the angel
touched him and his thlgh-bone sprang
from its socket, and the good man went
limping on his way. We must carry
through this world the mark of the com
bat What ploughed those premature
wrinkles in your facet What whitened
your hair before it was time for frost2
What silenced forever so much of the
hilarity of your household All it is
because the angel of trouble hath touched
you that you go limping on your way.
You need not be surprised that those
who have passed through the fire do not
feel as gay as once they did.
Do not be out of patience with those
who come not out of their dependency
They may triumph over their loss, and
yet their gait shall tell you that they
have been trouble-touched. Are we
Stoics, that we can, unmoved, see our
cradle rified of the bright eyes and the
sweet lipsl Can we stand unmoved and
see our gardens of earthly delight up
rootedl viii Jesus, who wept himself,
be angry with us if we pour our tears into
the graves thatopen to swallow down what
we love bestR Was Lazarus more dear to
him than our beloved dead to usl No.
We have right to weep. Our tears must
come You shall not drive them back to
scald the heart. They fall into Gods bot
tie Afflicted ones have died because they
could not weep. Thank God for the
sweet, the mysterious relief that comes to
US in tears Under this gentle rain the
flowers of corn put forth their bloom.
God pity that dry, withered, parched, all
consuming grief that wrings its hands,
and grinds its teeth, and bites its nails
unto the quick, but cannot weep! We NAV
have found the comfort of the cross, and
yet ever after show that in the dark
night, and by the brook Jabbok, we were
trouble-touched.
Again: we may take the idea of the
text, and announce the approach of the
day dawn. No one was ever more glad tc
see the morning than was Jacob after that
night of struggle. 1t is appropriate for
philanthropists and Christians to cry out
with this angel of the text. The day
breaketh.' The worlds prospects are
| bilE llbNh4hB. luz CuuECl Oh OnTlSG is
rising up in its strength to go forth, "fail
as the moon, clear as the sun, and terri
bic as an army with banners Clar
your hands, all We people, the day break
eth. The bigotries of the earth are perish
ing. The time was when we were never
told that if we wanted to get to heaven, we
must be immersed or sprinked; or we
must believe in the perseverance of the
saints, or in falling away from grace or q
liturgy, or no liturgy; or they must b,
CalVinlsts, or Arminians, in order K
reach heaven. We have all come to con
feSs now that these are non-essentials il
religion.
: During my vacation, one summer, l wa!
in Presbyterian audience, and it wa.
= sacramental day. and with a grateful
heart | received the holy communion Oh
: the next Sabbath l was in Methods
; | church, and sat at a loye-feast On tn,
following Sabbath l was in an Episco
1 palian church, and knelt at the altar ant
! received the consecrated bread l do no
1 know which service l enjoyed the most
Il believe in the communion of saints an(
, in the life everlasting" The day break
| eth"
, AS look upon this audience, see man,
, who have passed through waves O
l trouble that came up higher TIM thei
girdle. In Gods name l proclaim cessa
| tion of hostllities. You shall not go al
| way . SduuSuSu anu n6drJ- broken. Coo
? | Will lift your burden. God will brinl
your dead to life. God will staunch tn,
} hearts bleeding l know he will Lik,
} as father pities his children. so the Lor,
pitles you. The pains of earth will END
The tomb will burst. The dead will rise
The morning star trembles on a brighten
ing sky. The gates of the east begin t
swing open. The day breaketh.
Luther and Melancthon were talking
together gloomily about the prospects o
the church. They could see no hope o
deliverance. After awhile Luther go
up and said to Melancthon: Come
Philip, let us sing the forty-sixth Psalm
: OF David: God is our refuge and strength
a very present help in trouble. There
fore, will not we fear, though the eartl
be removed, and though the mountains b
carried into the midst of the sea though
the waters thereof roar and be troubled
though the mountains shake with th
swelling thereof Selah -
Death to many, nay to all, is a struggl,
and wrestle. We have many friends