The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-09-24

I EdEtt UUys IL H. ne uOEtgdgee stared
/ TO get the property at half price, and is a
! thief and a robber. Until he makes res
/ titutiou. there is no mercy for him. Sup
pose you sell goods by a sample, and then
afterward send to your customer an in
| ferior quality of goods. You have COM
mitted fraud and there is no mercy for
you until you have made restitution.
Suppose you sell a man a handkerchief
for silk. telling him it is all silk. and il is
part cotton. No mercy for you until you
have made restitution. Suppose you sell
man horse, saying he is sound, and he
afterward turns out TO be spawned and
baIky. No mercy for you until you have
made restitution.
Exodus p: If man shall steal an OK
or sheep, and kill or sell it, he shall re-
turn five oxen for an OK and four sheep
for sheep. If a thief be found breaking
up, and be smitten that he die, there shall
no blood be shed for him. If the sun be
risen upon him, there shall be blood shed
for MIN, for he should make full restitu-
ton: If he have nothing, then he shall be
sold for his theft. If the theft be GER
tainly found in his hand alive whether it
be OK, or ass, or sheep, he shall restore
double. If a man shall cause a field or
vineyard to be eaten, and shall put in his
beast, and shall feed in another mans
field, of the best of his own field and OF
the best of his own vineyard shall he
make restitution
You say, Il cannot make restitution.
The parties whom l swindled are gone,''
Then say, Take the money up to the
American Bible Society and consecrate
it to God" Zaccheus was wise when ne
disgorged his unrighteous gains, and it
was mis- first step in the right direction.
The way being clear, Christ walked
into the house of Zaccheus. He becomes
different man; his wife a different
woman; the children are different. Oh!
1T makes a great change in any house
when Christ comes into it. How many
beautiful homes are represented among
you'll There are pictures on the wall:
there is music in the awing-room: and
luxuries in the wardrobe; and full sup
ply in the pantry. Even if you were half
asleep, there is one word with which [
could wake you and thrill you through
and through, and that word is ''home!''
There are also houses of suffering repre-
sented, in which there are neither pic
lures, nor wardrobe, nor adornment-
only one room and a plain cot,
or bunk in a corner; yet it is
the place where your loved ones
dwell, and your whole nature tingles
with satisfaction when you think Of it
and call IL home. Though the world NAV
soon at us, and pursue us, and all the day
we be tossed about, at eventide we sail
into the harbor of home. Though there
be no restfor US in the busy world, and we
go trudging about, bearing burdens that
well-nigh crush US, there is a refuge, and
1t hath an easy-chair in which wo NAV
sit, and lounge where we may lie, and a
serenity of peace in which we may re-
pose, and that refuge is home. The
English soldiers, sitting on the walls
around Sebastopol, one night heard a
company of musicians playing Home
Sweet Home" and it is said that the
whole army broke out in sobs and wall
ing, so great was their inconsistencies.
God pity the poor, miserable wretch who
has no homel
Now, suppose Christ should come into
your house. First the wife and the
mother would feel his presence. Religion
almost always begins there. 1t is easier
Tor women TO become Christians than for
US men. They do not fight so against
God. If woman tempted man originally
away from holiness, now she tempTs him
back. She may not make any fuss about
1T, but somehow everybody in the house
knows Jhat.there is change in the wife
and mother. She chides the children
more gently. Her face sometimes lights
up with an unearthly glow. She goes into
some unoccupied room for little while,
and the husband goes not after her, nor
asks her why she was there. He knows
without asking that she has been pray
ing. The husband notices that her face
is brighter than on the day when, years
ago, they stood at the marriage-altar.
and he knows that Jesus has been put
ting upon her brow a wreath sweater
than the orange blossoms. She puts the
children TO bed, not satisfied with the
former prayer that they once offered, but
she fingers now and tells them of Jesus
who blessed little children, and of the
good place where they all hope to be at
last. And then she kisses them good
night with something that the child feels
to be heavenly benediction-a some
thing that shall hold on to the boy after
he has become a man 40 or 80 years of
age; for there is something in a good low
ing Christian mothers kiss that fifty
years cannot wipe on the cheek.
Now the husband is distressed and an
noyed, and almost veXed. If she would
only speak to him, he would blow her
up" He does not like to say anything
about it, but he knows that she has
hope that he has not, and peace that he
has not; he knows chat, dying as he now
is, he cannot go to the same place. He
cannot stand it any longer. Some Sunday
night. as they sit in church, side by side,
the floods of his soul break forth. He
wants 10 pray, but does not know how
He hides his face lest some of his worldly
friends see him, but Gods spirit arouses
him, melts him, overwhelms him. And
they go home-husband and wife-in 81
lence, until they get to their room, when
he cries out, "Oh, pray for mel" And
they kneel down. They cannot speak
The words will not come. But God does
not want any words. He looks down
and answers sob, and groan, and
outgushing tenderness. That night they
DO not sleep any for talking of all the
years wasted, and of that Saviour who
ceased not TO call. Before morning they
have laid their plans for new life. Morn
ing comes. Father and mother descend
from the bedroom. The children do not
know what is the matter. They never
saw father with a Blble in his hand be-
fore. He SAYS, Come, children, | want
you all TO sit down while we read and
pray" The children look at each
other, and are almost disposed to laugh /;
but they see their parents are in deep
earnest. IL is a short chapter that the
father reads. He is a good reader at
other times, but now he does not get on
much. He sees so much to linger on. His
voice trembles. Everything is so
strangely new TO him. They kneel-that
is, the father and mother do: but the
children come down one by one. They do
not know that they must. 1t is some time
before they all get down. The sentences
are broken. The phrases are a little I'M
grammatical. The prayer begins alb
ruptly and ends abruptly; but, as far as 1
can understand what they mean, IL is
about this; 20, Savior, help u.s. We do