Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1894-05-03


woman, with helpless little ones at her
back, fighting the giants Of poverty and
sorrUw, Is more affecting. Il was 0 humble
home and passersby knew not that with
IN those four walls were displays Of oour.
age moro admirable than that Of Hannibal
crossing the Alps, or the pass Of Thonnop-
YIN, or BalaklAva, whcre into the jaws
Of death rode the six hundred
These heroes had the whole world 10
cheer them on, but there were none TO ap-
plaud the struggle In the humble homa
6he fought for bread, for clothing, for fire,
for shelter, with aching head and weak
side and exhausted strength through the
long night by the brook Jabbok. Could %
be that none would give her helpi Had
God forgotten 70 be graciousi No, con-
tending soull The midnight atr is fun Of
wings coming to the rescue She hears II
now, in the sough Of the night wind, in
the ripple Of the brook Jabbok, the prom
ise made 50 long ago ringing down the
sk1 "Thy fatherless children win pro
serve Them alive, and let thy widows trust
IN mel'
Some one said TO a very poor woman,
"How Is IL that In such distress you keep
sheeTfulW She said: II do II by what I
call cross prayers When had my rent TO
pay, and nothing 10 pay ID with, and bread
10 buy, and nothing to buy II with, I used
10 sit down and cry. But now do not get
discouraged. II l 60 along the street.
when come TO a corner OF the street say,
The Lord help me- l then go on until !
come 10 another crossing Of the street. and
again say, The Lord help me- And so I
utter prayer at every crossing, and since
/ have got into the habit Of saying these
cross prayers have been able to keep up
my courage"
Grand Trials.
Learn again from this subject that peo-
pie sometimes are surprised to find out
that what they have been struggling with
in the darkness Is really an ''angel of
blessing" Jacob found in the morning
that this strange parsonage was not an
enemy, but God dispatched messenger to
promise prosperity for him and for his
children. And so many man at.the close
Of his trial has found out that he has been
trying to throw down his own blessing.
II you are Christian man, will go back
in your history and find that the grandest
things that have ever happened to you
have been your trials. Nothing short of
scourging, imprisonment and shipwreck
could have made Paul what he was.
When David was fleeing through the
wilderness, pursued by his own son, he
was being prepared to become the sweet
singer Of Israel. The pit and the dungeon
were the best schools at which Joseph ever
graduated. The hurricane that upset the
tent and killed Jobs children prepared the
man Of Uz to write the magnificent poem
that has astounded the ages. There is no
way to get the wheat out Of the straw but
to thrash 1t. There is no way to purify
the gold but to burn it, Look at the peo-
| re who have always had 1t their own way.
Nley are proud, discontentod, useless and
unhappy. If you want to find cheerful
folks, go among those who have been puri-
fed by the fire.
After Rossini had rendered "Willian
| Tell" the five hundreth time q company
Of musicians came under his window In
Paris and serenaded him. They put upon
his brow a golden crown Of laurel leavesl
But amid all the applause and enthusiasm
| Rossini turned to friend and said, II
would give all this brilliant scene for few
days of youth and love-" Contrast the
melancholy feeling Of Rossini, 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 reach the heavenly fields
nur liz Hho, o1l atya
Then let our songs abound
And every tear be dry.
We are marching through Immanuel's
ground
To fairer worlds on high.
It is prosperity that kills and trouble
that saves While the Israelites were on
the march amid great privations and hard
ships they behaved well. After awhile they
prayed for meat, and the sky darkened
with O 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 abun-
dant supply. 1t is not the vulture of trou-
BILE that eats up the Christians s life 1t is
the quails. 1t 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
The Mark Of Trouble.
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 thigh bone sprang from its
socket, and the good man went limping on
his way. We must carry through this
world the mark Of the combat What
plowed those premature wrinkles in your
face? What whitened your hair before it
was time for frost? What silenced forever
so much Of the hilarity Of your household
All, 1t 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 despondency. 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 rif1ed Of the
bright eyes and the sweet lipsf Can we
stand unmoved and see our gardens Of
earthly delight uprootedi Will Jesus, who
wept himself, be angry with us If we pour
our tears into the graves that open to
swallow down what we love bestf Was
Lazarus moro dear to him than our beloved
dead to uss No. We have q right to weep
Our tears must come. You shall not drive
them back to scald the hearts. 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 gen.
tie 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 weepl
We may 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 clad to see