The Globe-republican., 1896-11-19

ringing down the sky: Thy fatherless
children, will preserve them alive;
and let thy widows trust In me!' Some
one said to very poor woman. How
is it that in such distress you keep
cheerful" She said, Il do it by what
l call cross-prayers. When had my
rent to pay, and nothing to pay it with.
and bread to buy and nothing to buy
1t with. I used to sit down and cry.
But now 1 do not get discouraged. II
60 along the street, when l come to
a corner of the street, I say, The Lord
help me! l then 60 on until come
to another crossing of the street, and
again say, The Lord help me! And
SO l utter a prayer at every crossing;
and since 1 have got into the habit OF
saying these cross-prayers. 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 Goddess
patched messenger to promise prosperi-
ty for him and for his children. And
SO, many a man, at the close of his
Hrial, has found out that he has been
trying to throw down his own bless
ing. If you are a Christian man will
go back in your history and find that
the grandest things that ever hap
pened to you have been your trials.
Nothing short of scourging, imprison-
ment, and shipwreck, could have made
Paul what he was. When David was
fleeing through the wilderness. pur-
sued by his own son, he was being pre-
pared 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 be the sub
ject 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
the gold but to burn it. Look at the
people who have always had it their
own way. They are proud, discomfort
ed. useless. and unhappy. If you want
to find cheerful folks, go among those
who have been purified by the fire. AZ
ter R0ssini had rendered "WilliamTell"
the five hundredth time, a company of
musicians came under his window in
Paris and serenaded him. They put
upon his brow golden crown of laurel
leaves! But, amid all the applause and
enthusiasm Rossini turned to a friend
and said, Il would give all this bril-
liant scene for a few days of youth
and love-" Contrast the melancholy
feeling 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 Immanuel's
ground
To fairer worlds on high.
1t is prosperity that kills, and trou-
BILE that saves. While the Israelites
were on the march, amid great priva-
tons and hardships, they behaved well.
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
Israelites ate and ate. and stuffed them
selves until they died. Oh, my friends,
it is not hardship, or trial, or starva-
ton that Injuries the soul. but abundant
supply. 1t is not the vulture of trou-
BILE that eats up the Christians life; it
is the quails! it 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
to save
Learn again that, while our wrestling
with trouble might be triumphant. we
must expect that it will leave it's mark
upon us. Jacob prevailed, but the an
gel touched him and his thieh-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 ploughed |
hese premature wrinkles in your face? |
What whitened your hair before It was
line for frost? What silenced forever
% much Of the hilarity Of your house.
lold? All! it is because the angel of
hath touched you that you go
imping on your way. You need not
,e surprised that those who have pass
ID through the fire do not feel as CAV
Is once they did. Do not be out of
patience with those who come rot out
Il their dependency. They may tri-
lmph over their loss, and yet their
AIT shall tell you that they have been
Are we Stoics. that
We can unmoved, see our cradle rifled