The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28

let thy widows trust In nieP Some
one said to very poor woman: show
II Il that In such distress you keep
cheerful?" She said; IT do 1t by what
I call cross-prayers- When ! had my
rent to pay, and nothing to pay 1t
with, and bread to buy, and nothing
to buy 1t with. used to sit down and
| cry. But now, do not get discour-
aged. II 1 go along the street,
when come to corner of the street,
I say: "rhe Lord help mel" / then go
go on until come to another crossing
of the street, and again / say: 1.-THE
Lord help me" And so utter pray
er at every crossing; and since have
got into the habit Of saying these
'cross-prayers,' 1 have been able to
keep up my courage"
Learn again from this subject, that
people sometimes are surprised to find
out that what they have been strug-
Cling with in the darkness is really an
''angel Of blessing" Jacob found in
the morning that this strange person
age was not an enemy but God-dis-
patched messenger to promise pros
perity for him and for his children.
And so, many a 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 60 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 wilder
ness, pursued by his own son, he was
being prepared to become the sweet
singer Of Israel. The pit and the dun
geon were the best schools at which
Joseph ever graduated. The hurri-
cane that upset the tent and killed
Jobs children prepared the man of Uz
to be the subject of the magnificent
poem that has astounded the ages.
There is no way to get the wheat out
of the straw but to thresh it. There is
no way to purify gold but to burn it.
Look at the people who have always
had it their own way. They are
proud, disconnected, useless and I'M
happy. If you want to find cheerful
folks, go among those who have been
purified by the fire. After Rossini had
rendered william Tell" the five hun
dredth time, company of musicians
came under his window in Paris and
serenaded him. They put upon his
brow a golden crown of laurel leaves!
But, amid all the applause and enthu-
siasm Rossini turned to a friend and
said: Il would give all this brilliant
scene for q few days of youth and
love-" Contrast the melancholy feel
ing of Rossini, who had everything
that this world could give him, with
the joyful experience of Isaac Watts,
whose sorrows were great, when he
says:
The Hill OF Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before We reach the heavenly fields
Or walk the golden streets
Then let our songs abound, .
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuers ground
To fairer worlds on high
1T prosperity that kills, and trout BILE
that saves. While the Israelites were
on the march, amid great private pri-
vations and hardships, they behaved
we'll After awhile they prayed for
meat; and the sky darkened with
great flock of quails; and these quails
fell in great multitudes all about
them; and the 1sraelites 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 abundant supply. 1t is not
b. 81 hla &c. l.
Christians life; it is the quails! it is
the quails. You will yet find out that
your midnight wrestle by the brook
Jabbock is with an angel of God, come
down to bless aud to save.
Learn again that while our wrestling
with trou BILE might 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 it's socket, and the good
man went limping on his way. We
must carry through this world the
mark of 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 houseld? Ahl it is because the
angel Of trouble hath touched you
that you go limpiug 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 de-
spondency. 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 rifled of che
bright eyes and the sweet lips? Can
we stand unmoved and see our gar
dens of earthly delight uprooted?
Will Jesus, who wept Himself, be
angry with us If we pour our tears
into the graves that open to swallow
down what we loved best? Was Laza-
rus more dear to Him than our be.
loved dead to us? No. We have
right to weep. Our tears must come.
You shall not drive them back
IN scald tho haar Thay fon