Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1894-05-11

time company CT musicians came under his
window in Paris and serenade1 him. They
put upon his brow a golden crown OF laurel
leaves. But amid ali the applause and
thusiasm Rossini turned to friend and said,
Il would give all this brilliant scene for u
few days of youth and love" Contrast the
melancholy feeling of Rossni, who had
everything this world could give him, to tho
joyful experience of Isaac Watts, whose mis-
fortunes were innumerable, when he says
The hilI of Zion yfelIs
tnousa ld s cred sweets
Before reach the heavenly 0ell5
Or walk the golden streets,
Then let our soags abounI
And every tear be dry
We marching through Immanuel's ground
To farer worlds ON hif'.
It is prosperity that kills and trouble that
caves. While tho ISraelite9 were on the
march, amid great prvatiOns and harlships,
they behaved well. After awhile they prayet
for meat, and the SKY darkenel with great
flock of quails. and these Iuails fell in large
mutitudes all about them, and the Isra9lite9
ate and ate AMI stuffed themselves until
they died. Oh. my friends, it Is not hard
ship or trial or starvation that INJURIES the
soul, h't abundant supply. 1t is not tho
vulture of trouble that eats up the Christians
life; it is the quals. it Is the quaIs! You
will yet hnl out that your midnight wrestle
by the brook JabbOk is with the angel OF
God, come down to bless and save.
Learn again that while our wrestling
with trouble may be triumphant we must eX-
pect that 1t will leave its mark upon US.
Jacob prevailed, but the angel touched hin,
and his thigh bone sprang from its socket,
and the good man went limpinS on his way
We must carry through this world the mark
of the combat. What plowed those prema-
turC wrinkles in your face2 What WhiteDed
your hair before it was time for froste What
slcnced forever so much of the hilaritY of
your hOusehOld2 All, it is because the angel
of trouble hath touched you that you go
limping on your way. You need not be sur
prised that those who have passed thro ugh
the fire do not feel as gay as they once 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, un-
moved, see our cradle rified of the bright
eyes and the sweet lips? Can we stand I'M
moved and see our gardens of earthly de-
light uproOted? viii Jesus, who wept Him.
self, be angry with US if we pour our tears
into tao graves that open to swallow down
what we lOvo best? Was Lazarus moro deal
to Him than our beloved dead to US? No
We have a right to weep. Our tears mus
come. You shall not drive them back to
scald the heart. They fall into Gods bottle.
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 tho flowers of corn
Uttered, parched, all consuming grief that
wrings its hands and grinds its teeth and
bites its nails unto the quick, but cannot
weep! We may have fOunl tho cOmfOIt of
the cross. and yet ever after show that in the
dark night and by tho brook Jabbok we were
trouble touched.
Again, we may take tho idea OF the text
and announce the approach of the day dawn.
No one WAS ever more glad to SEQ the morn
ing than WAS Jacob after that night OF strug-
Trin jG j1fn NH MT throV1 CfS
and Christians to cry out with this angel O
the text, "Tho day breaketh'' The worlds
prospects are frightening. The church OF
Christ is rising up in its strength to go forth
fair as the moon, clear as the sun and terri
bio as an army with banners"
Clap your hands, all ye people. tho day
breaketh. The bigOtrieS of tho earth
periShtng. The time was whom we were
told that if we wanted to get to heaven we
must be immersed or sprinkled, or we must
believe i'll tho perseverance OF tho saints, or
in falling away from grace, or a liturgy or
no liturgy, or they must be CalYinists or
Arminians in order to reach heaven. We
have all come to confess now that these are
nOnessentials in religion.
During my vacation one summer | was in
q Presbyterian audience, and it was Sacra-
mental day, and with grateful heart [ re-
ceived the Holy Communion. On the next
Sabbath | was in 4 Methodist church and sat
at a love feast. On tho following Sabbath l
was in an Episcopal church and knelt at the
alter AMI received the cOnsecrate1 bread. L
do not know which service 1 enjoyed the
most. ~ believe i'll the communion of saints
and in the life everlasting" 'The day
brcaketh."
As | look upon this audience I see many
who have passed through waves of trouble
that came Up higher than their girdIe. In
Gods nam5 proclaim cessation of hOstili-
ties. You shall not go away saddened and
hroken-hearted. Col will lift your burden
God will bring your dead TO life. God will
stanch the hearts bleeding. know He will
Like as father pities his children, 50 tho
Lord pitieS you. The pains of earth will
end. Tho tomb will burst. The dead will
rise. The morning star trembles on Il bright
cning sky. Tho gates of tho east begin to
swing open. The day hreaketh.
Luther and MelanchthOn were talking to-
gcther goomiIy about the prospects of the
church. They could SEQ no hopes of deliver
ancc. After awhile Luther got up and said
to MelanchthOn "Come, Philip, let us sing
the fOrty-siXth psalm of David, God is our
refuge and strength, very pleasant help in
trouOle. Therefore will not we fear, though
the earth be removed and though the noun
tqinS be carried into the midst of the sea
though the waters thereof roar and be trOu-
bled though the mountains shake with
the swelling thereof. Selah.'
Death to many, nay to all, is Il struggle
ana a wrestle. We have many friends that
it will be hard to leave. l care not how
bright our future hope is. 1t is Il bitter
thing to look upon this fair world and knew
that we shall never again see its blOSSominS
spring, its falling fruits, its sparkling
streams and to shy farewell to those with
when We played i'll childhood or cOunSeled
i'll manhood. In that night like jacob, we
may have to wrestle, but Col will not leave
us unbleSSed. 1t shall not be told in heaven
that dying soul cried unto God for help,
but was not delivered. The lattice may bo
turned to keep out the sun, or a book set to
dim the light of tho midnight taper. or the
room may be filed with the cries of orphan
age and widOwhOOd, or the church Of Christ
may mourn over our going, but if Jesus calls
all is well. The strong wrestling by the
brook will cease tho hour of deaths night
will pass aIonG-1 o'clock in the morning 2
o clock in the morning; 4 O'clock in the
morning. The day breaketh.
So [ would have it when die. am in no
grudSe against this world The only fault
| have to find with the world is that it treats
me too WELL but when the time comes to go
l trust to be ready, my worldly affairs all
settled. III have wronGed others, l want
then 20 be sure of their forgiveness. In
that last wrestling, my arm enfeebled with
sickness and my head faint, want Jesus be-
side me. If there be hands on this side OF
the fool stretched out to hold me back, ]
want the heavenly hands stretched out to
draw me forward. Then, 0 Jesus, help me
on and help me up. Unfearing, undoubt-
ing, may step right out into the light and
be able to look back to my Kindred and
ing: Let me go let me so The day
breakethl
Thousands Dying From Hunger.
The amount of suffering and misery that
Russian peasants are now undergoing In