The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-12-28

formation. ''The Lord sent tho hol
net" as+.e
When SEQ 90 many people In th
, world who Ike to say disagreeabl
things, and write disagreesble things
come almost In my weaker moment
TO believe what man said to me- 1
: Philadelphia one Monday morning.
went to get the horse at the liver
stable, and the hostler, a plain mar
said to me: ''Mr. Talmage, / saw tina
you preached to the young men yes
terday." I said: "Yes-" He said: IN
use; mans failure"
The small insect annoyance of LII
sometimes come in the shape Of loca
physical trouble, which does not amour
to positive prostration, but which
bothers you when you want to feel tn
best. Perhaps 1t Is sick headache
which has been the plague of you
life, and you appoint some occasion o
mirth, or sociality, or usefulness, ant
when the clock strikes the hour yor
can not make your appearance. Per
haps the trouble Is between the cal
and the forehead, In the shape of 6
neuralgia twinge. Nobody can see II
or sympathize with it; but Just at the
time when you want your intellec,
clearest, and your disposition bright
est, you feel q sharp, keen, discon'
certing thrust. "The Lord sent the
hornet"
Perhaps these small insect annoy.
ances will come in the shape of a do
nestle irritation. The parlor and the
kitchen do not always harmonize. To
| get good service, and to keep it, Is one
of the greatest questions of the coun-
| try. Sometimes it may be the ar
rogancy and inconsiderateness of en-
ployers, but, whatever be the fact, we
all admit there are these insect annoy
ances winging their way out from the
culinary department. If the grace of
God be not in the heart Of the house
keeper, she can not maintain her
equilibrium. The men come home at
night and hear the story of these an
noyances, and say: "Oh, these home
troubles are very little things!" They
are small, small as wasps, but they
sting. Martha's nerves were all un-
Christ to scold Mary, and there are
tens of thousands of women who are
dying, stung to death by these pes
tiferous domestic annoyances. 1.-THE
Lord sent the hornet"
1t is not the panics that kills the
merchants. Panics come only once in
ten or twelve years. 1t is the constant
I'm ~ n ae avar,,d N y, n ~ N ovo =, noe I'll; oh
Is sending so many of our best mer-
chants into nervous dyspepsia and pa
ralysis and the grave. When our ma
tional commerce fell fat on it's face,
these men stood up and felt almost de-
faint; but their life is going away now
under the swarm of these pestiferous
annoyances. "The Lord sent the hor-
net"
Ihave noticed in the history of some
that their annoyances are multiplying,
and that they have a hundred where
they used to have ten. The naturalist
tells us that wasp sometimes has a
family of 10000 wasps, and it does
seem as II every annoyance of your life
brooded a million. BY the help of God
want to show you the other side.
The hornet is of no use? Oh, yes! The
naturalist tells us they are very i'm
portant in the worlds economy; they
kill spiders, and they clear the at
mosphere; and really believe God
sends the annoyances of our life upon
us to kill the spiders of the soul, and
to clear the atmosphere of our skies.
These annoyances are sent on US, /
think, to wake US up from our lethargy.
There is nothing that makes man so
lively as nest Of yellow jackets"
and think that these annoyances are
intended to pursuade us of the fact
that this is not world for us to stop
in. II we had a bed of everything
that was attractive and soft and easy,
what would we want of Heaven? We
think that the hollow tree sends the
hornet, or we think that the devil
sends the hornet. l want to corret
your opinion. The Lord sent the
hornet"
Then think these annoyances come
on us to culture our patience. In the
gymnasium, you find upright parallel
bars-upright bars, with holes over
each other for pegs to be put in. Then
the gymnast takes peg in each hand
and he begins to climb, one inch at a
time, or two inches, and getting his
strength cultured, reaches after
awhile the ceiling. And it seems to
me that these annoyances in life are
a moral gymnasium, each worriment
a peg with which we are to climb high
err and higher in Christian attainment.
We all love to see patience, but it can
not be cultured in fair weather. Pa
thence is child of the storm. If you
had everything desirable, and there
was nothing more to get, what would
you want with patience? The only time
to culture 1t is when you are lied about,
and sick and half dead.
"Oh," you say, 'if only had the cir
of some well-to-do man I
would be patient, too" You might as
well say: ''if 1t were not for this wa
ter, would SWIM" or, ~ could shoot
this gun If it were not for the charge"
When you stand chin-deep in annoy
ances is the time for you to swim out
toward the great headlands Of Chris
tian attainment, so as to know Christ
and the power of His resurrection,
and to have fellowship with His suffer