Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1893-1895, 1894-08-01

| Tor right life, men make 80 many mis-
takes, how much harder It Is when, for
instance, some appetite thrusts its iron
grapple into the roots of the tongue and
pulls man down with hands of de-
structionl II under such circumstances
he break away, there will be no sport
in the undertaking, no holiday enjoy
ment, but struggle in which the wres-
tiers move from side to side and bend
and twist and watch for an opportunity
to get in a heavier stroke until with
one final effort in which the muscles
ere distended, and the veins stand out,
and the blood starts, the swarthy habit
falls under the knee of the victor--es-
capped at last as with the skin of his
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 contaminations
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 stockholders or retailers or
importers, but in heaven Christian
heroes. No fagots were heaped about
their feet, no inquisition demanded
from them recantation, no soldier aim
ed spike at their heart, but they had
mental tortures, compared with which
all physical consuming is as the breath
of spring morning.
Peace of the Gospel.
find in the community large GLASS
of men who have been 80 cheated, so
lied about, so outrageously wronged
that they have lost faith in everything.
In IA world where everything seems so
topsy turvy they do not see how there
can be any God. They are confounded
and frenzied and misanthropic. Elabo-
rate argument to prove to them the
truth of Christianity or the truth of
anything else touches them nowhere.
Hear me, all such men. l preach to you
no rounded periods, no ornamental dis
course, 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 Allan
tic, pitching, its surf clear above Eddy.
stone 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
ha xx,or1l k,
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 drop
ped 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 pardon.
Try him and see if he will not save.
The flowers of spring have no bloom SO
sweet as the Towering of Christ's affec-
tions. The sun hath 40 warmth COM
pared with the glow of his heart. The
waters have no refreshment like the
fountain that will slake the thirst of
thy soul. AT the moment the reindeer
}tands with his lip and nostril thrust
into the cool mountain torrent the hunt
er may be coming through the thicket.
Without cracking 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, it's 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.