The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-11-16

| that upset the tent, and Killed jobs chill
dren, prepared the man of " 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 the
gold but to burn ii. Look at the people
who have always had it their own way.
They are proud, disconnected, useless and
unhappy. If you want to find cheerful
folks, 90 among those who have been puri-
fed by the fire. After Rossini had rem
dered William Tell" the five hundredth
time company of musicians came un-
der his window in Paris and serenaded
him. They put upon his brow a golden
crown Of laurel leaves But, amid all the
applause and enthusiasm, Rossini turned
to friend and said: Il would give all
this brilliant scene for a few days of
youth and love" Contrast the melan-
choly feeling of Rossini who had every
thing 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
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.
It is prosperity that kills and trouble
that saves. While the Israelites were on
the march, amid great privations and
hardships, they behaved we'll After
awhile they prayed for meat and the sky
darkened with a great flock of quails; and
these quails fell in great 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 abundant supply 1t is not the
vulture of trouble that eats up the Chris
tians life; it is the quailsl 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 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 com
bat What ploughed these premature
wrinkles in your face? What whitened
your hair before 1t was time for frost?
What silenced forever so much of the
hilarity of your household? All! It is be-
cause 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 dependency. They may
triumph over their loss, and vet
their gait Shall tell you that they
have been trouble touched. Are we Stoics,
that we can unmoved. see our cradle rifed
of the bright eyes and the sweet lips? Can
we stand unmoved 9nd see our gardens of
earthly delight uprooted? viii Jesus, who
wept himself, be angry with us if we pour
our tears into the graves that open to
swallow down what we loved best2 Was
Lazarus 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 to scald our heart.
They fan into Gods battle. Afflicted ones
have died because they could not weep.
Thank God for the sweet the mysterious
relief that comes to us in tearsl Under
this gentle rain the flowers of hope 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 into the quick,
but cannot weep! 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 glad to
see the morning than was Jacob after that
night of struggle. 1t rs appropriate for
philanthropists and Christians to cry out
with this angel of the text, 1.-The day
breaketh." The worlds prospects are
Frightening. Superstition has had its
strongest props knocked out. The tyrants
a. -, h.
Church of Christ is rising up in its
strength to go forth, fair as the morn,
clear as the sun, and terrible as an army
with banners" Clap your hands, all We
people, 1.-THE day breaketh."
AS l look around about me, l see many
who have passed through waves of trouble
that came up higher than their girdle. In
Gods name ! proclaim cessation of hos
tilities. You shall not always go saddened
and heart-broken. God will lift your bur
den. God will bring your dead to life God
will stanch the hearts bleeding. l know
he will. Like a father pitieth his children,
so the Lord pities you. The pains of earth
will end. The tomb will burst The dead
will rise. The morning star trembles on a
Frightening sky. The gates of the east be-
gin to swing open. The day brealð.'
Luther and Melancthon were talking to-
gether gloomily about the prospects of the
church. They could see no hope of deliv-
erance. After awhile, Luther got up ana
said to Melancthon, Come, Philip, let us
sing the forty-sixth psalm, God is our
refuge and strength in every time of trou-
ble.'
Death to many. nay, to all, is a strug-
gle and a wrestle. We have many friends
whom it would be hard to leave, I care not
how bright our future hope is. 1t is a
bitter thing to look upon this fair world,
and know that We shall never again see
its blossoming spring its autumnal fruits,
its sparkling streams, and to say farewell
to those with whom we played in child
hood or counseed in manhood In that
night. like Jacob, we may have to wrestle,
but God will not leave us unblessed. 1t
shall not be told in heaven that dying
soul cried unto God for help, but was not
| delivered. The lattice may be turned to
keep out the sun, or a book set TO dim
the light of the midnight taper; or the
room may be filled with the cries of or
phanage or widowhood; or the church OF
| Christ may mourn over our going; but
! if Jesus calls, all is well. The strong
wrestling by the brook will cease; the
| hours of deaths night will pass along;
| / o'clock'in the morning; . o'clock in the
morning; O'Clock in the morning: