The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-10-08

| tlon OF poverty. y ct, from the very nrEt
acquaintance we had with Hadassah we
| find her the same happy and contented
Christian. II was only by compulsiOn she
was afterwards taken into a sphere of
| honor and affiuence. In the humble home
OF Mordecai, her adopted father she was
light that illumined every privation. In
some period in almost every mans life
there comes a season of straitened cir
cumstances when the severest calcula-
ton and most scTaping economy are nee
essary in order 10 subsistence and res
probability. At the commencement of bus
mess, at the entrance upon d profession,
when friends are few and the world is
afraid Of you because there is "a posi-
biity Of failure, many of the noblest
hearts have struggled against poverty,
and are now struggling. To such / bear
a message Of good cheer. You say il is a
hard thing for you to be a Christian This
constant anxiety, this unresting calCU-
lation, wear out the buoyancy of your
spirit, and although you have told perhaps
no one about IL, cannot ! tell that this IS
the very trouble which keeps you from be
ing what you ought to be? You have no
time to think about laying up treasures in
heaven when II is a matter of great doubt
whether You will be enabled TO pay your
next quarters rent. You cannot think of
striving after a robe of righteousness un-
til you can get means enough TO buy an
oVercoat to keep out the cold. You want
lllt bitdl OF l4lIes Out you tnlnk you
must get along without that until you can
buy another barrel Of flour for your wife
and children. Sometimes you sit down dis
couraged and almost wish you were dead.
Christians in satin slippers with their
feet on damask ottoman, may scout at
such class of temptations, but those
who themselves have been in the strug-
gle and grip of hard misfortune can ap-
preciate the power of these evils to dis
suade the soul away from religious du-
ties. We admit the strength of the temp
tation, but then we point to Hadassah,
her poverty equalled by her piety. Cour-
age down there in the battlei Hure away
your disappointment! Men of half
your heart have, through Christ, been
more than cOnquerors. In the name of
God, come out of that The religion of
Christ is just what you want out there
among the empty flour barrels and be-
side the cold hearths. You have never
told anyone Of what hard time you have
had, but God knows it as well as you
know it. Your easy times will come after
awhile. DO not let your spirits break down
mid-life. What if your coat is thin? Run
fast enough to keep warm. What if YOU
have no Injuries on your table? High ex-
pectations viii make your blood Jingle
better than the best Madeira If YOU can
not afford to smoke, you can afford to
whistle. But merely animal spirits are
not sufficient; the power of the Gospel
that is what you want to wrench despair
out of the soul and put you forward into
the front of the hosts, encased in inpen-
etrable armOr. It does not require extray-
agant wardrobe. and palatial residence,
and dashing equipage to make a man
rich. The heart right the estate is right
A new heart is worth the worlds wealth
in one roll of bank bills; worth all scep-
tres OF earthly power bound in one sheaf;
worth all crowns expressed in one coro-
~ 7gH
has pocket has been rich enough to buy
the world out and have stock left for
larger investment. 1t is not often that
men or good habits come to positive beg
gary, but among those who live in com
Portable houses all about you, among
honest mechanics, and professional men
who never say a word about it. there are
exhibitions of heroism and endurance
such as you never have imagined. These
men who ask no aid; who demand no
sympathy; who with strong arm and skill
ful brain push their own way through. are
Hannibals scaling the Alps; are Hercules
staying the lion; are Moses in Gods name
driving back the seas. Hadassah with her
needle has done drawer things than Cea-
sar with sword.
Again, our subject illustrates what re-
igion may be when in a strange land or
iar from home. Hadassah was a stranger
IN Shushan. Perhaps brought up in the
quiet of rural scenes, she was now sur
rounded by the dazzle of a city. Heads as
strong as hers had been turned by the
transit from country to city More than
that, she was in strange land. Vet in
that loneliness she kept the Christians
integrity, and was as consistent among
the aLurements of Shushan as among the
kindred Of her fathers house.
perhaps address some now who are far
away from the home of their fathers. You
hn
your dead are far away. Whatever NAV
be the comfort and adornment of your
present home, you cannot forget the nlace
OF your birth, though it may have been
lowly and unhonored. You often dream
OF your youthful days, and in the silent
twilight run off to the distant land and
seem to see your forsaken home, lust as If
was when your people were all alive
Enough you may have hundreds of friends
around you, you often feel that Won are
strangers IN strange land God saw
the bitter partings when your families
We're scattered. He watched you in the
shlps cabin Laundering the stormy seas
He knew the bewlderment of your disern-
barkation on a strange shore and vour
wanderings up and down this land have
been under an eye that never sleeps. and
felt by heart that always pities Stran
ger Tar from home, you have a companion
in the beautiful Hadassah as good in
Ne
deed, very many of you are distant from
the place of your nativity. Some of Won
may be pilgrims from the warm south or
from harder climes than ours, from lat
itudes of deeper SHOWS and sharper frosts
You have come down in these regions for
purposes of thrift and gain You have
brought your tents and pitched them here
and you seldom now go back again except
to visit the old village with wide streets
and plenty of trees, on some holiday. This
is not the climate in which many of Won
were born. These mothers are not the
neighbors who came to the old homestead
to greet you into life. These churches are
not those under the shadow of which vour
grandfather was buried These are NOT
the ministers of Christ who out of the
baptismal fount sprinkled your babv
brow. Far away the kirk Far away the
homestead! Far away the town. Have
you formed habits which would not have
seemed right in the places and times of
which we speak? Have you built an altar
in your present abode? Is the religion of
olden time once planted in your heart
come up in glorious harvest? Is vour
present home an eulogy upon that from
which you were transplanted? Then are