The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-07-30

troubles than you, have gone crazy. The
clerk has heard a noise in the back count
ing-room, and gone in, and found the
chief man of the firm raving maniac
or the wife has heard the bang Of
a pistol in the back parlor and gone in,
stun bling over the dead body Of her hus-
banda suicide. There are in this house
to-day three hundred men pursued,
harassed, trodden down and scalped Of
business perpleXities, and which wayto
/ turn next they do not know. Now, God
will not be hard on you. He knows what
obstacles are in the way of your being
Christian, and your first effort in the
right direction he will crown with sue
cess. Do not let satan, with cotton bales,
and kegs, and hogsheads, and counters,
and stocks of unstable goods, block up
your way TO heaven. Gather qp all your
energies. Tighten the girdle about your
loins. Take an agOnizing look into the
face of God, and then say, Here goes
one grand effort for life eternal and
then bound away for heaven, escaping
''as with the skin of your teeth"
in the last day it will be found that
Hugh Latimer, and John Knox, and
Huss, and Ridley were not the greatest
martyrs, but Christian men who went up
incorrupt from the COMMUNICATIONS and
perplexities of Wall street, Water street,
Pearl street, Broad street, State street,
Third street, Lombard street and the
bourse. On earth they were called
brokers, or stock jobbers, or retailers, or
importers; but in heaven Christian he
roes No fagots were heaped about their
feet no inqulsition demanded from them
recantation; no soldier aimed spike at
their heart; but they had mental tor
lures com pared with which all physical
consuming is as the breath of a spring
morning.
/ find in the community large class of
H. II saA
about, so outrageously wronged, that they
have lost faith in everything. In world
where everything seems so topsv-turvy,
they do not see how there can be any God.
They are confounded and frenzied, and
misanthropic. Elaborate argument to
prove to them the truth of Christian
ity. or the truth of anything else, touches
them nowhere. Hear me, all such men.
! preach to you no rounded periods, no or
namental discourse; but put my hand on
your shoulder and invite you into the
peace of the gospel. Here is a
rock on which you may stand firm,
though the waves dash against it
harder than the Atlantic, pitching its
surf clear above Eddystone lighthouse
Do not charge upon God all these troubles
of the world. As long as the world stuck
to God, God stuck to the world but the
earth seeded from his government, and
hence all these outrages and all these
woes. God is good. For many hundreds
of years he has been coaXing the world to
come back to him; but the more he has
coaxed. the more violent have men been
in their resistance, and they have stepped
back and stepped back until they have
dropped into ruin.
Try this God, We who have had the
bloodhounds after you, and who have
thought that God had forgotten you. Try
him, and see if he will not help. Try him,
and see if he will not save. The flowers
of spring have no bloom so sweet as the
towering of Christ's affections. The sun
hath no warmth compared with the glow
of his heart The waters have no refresh
ment like the fountain that will Stake the
thirst of thy soul. At the moment the
reindeer stands with his lip and nostril
thrust into the cool mountain torrent, the
hunter may be coming through the
thicket. Without cracking a stick under
his foot, he comes close by the stag, aims
his gun, draws the trigger, and the poor
thing rears in its death-agony and falls
backward, its antlers crashing on the
rocks but the painting heart that drinks
from the water-brooks of Gods promise
shall never be fatally wounded and shall
never die.
This world is poor portion for your
SOUL oh businessIman.sA AN eastern king had
craven upon his tomb two fingers, repre-
a snap, and under them the motto, "All
is not worth that" Apicius CRlius
hanged himself because his steward in
formed him that he had only eighty thou
sand pounds sterling left. All of this
worlds riches make but q small inheri-
lance for a soul Robespierre attempted
to win the applause of the world but
when he was dying, woman came rush
ing through the crowd, crying to him.
Murderer of my kindred, descend to hell
covered with the curses of every mother
in Francew Many who have expected
the plaudits of the world have died under
its Anathema Maranatha.
Oh, find your peace in God Make one
strong pull for heaven. No halfway
work will do it. There sometimes comes
a time on ship-board when everything
must be sacrificed to save the passengers.
The cargo is nothing, the rigging nothing.
The captain puts the trumpet to his lip
and shouts, Cut away the mast!n Some
of you have been tossed and driven, and
you have, in your effort to keep the world,
well-nigh lost your soul. Until you have
decided this matter, let everything else
go, Overheard with all those other anx-
ieties and burdens You will have
to drop the sails of your pride,
and cut away the mast! With one earn
est cry for help, put your cause into
the hand of him who helped Paul
out OF the breakers OF Mellta, ana who,
above the shrill blast of the wrathiest
tempest that ever blackened the sky or
shook the ocean. can hear the faintest
importation for mercy. l shall conclude,
feeling that some of you, who have con-
sidered your case hopeless, will take
heart again, and that with blood-red
earnestness, such as you have never ex-
| perienced before, you will start for the
good land of the Gospel-at last to look
hack saving 'tNhat n great riSlS I N