The Monitor-register., 1896-11-20

find cheerful folk, go among those who
have been purified by the fire. After
Rossini had rendered "William Tell"
the five hundredth time company of
musicians came under his window in
Paris and serenaded him. They put Nd
on his brow golden crown of laurel
leaves. But amid all the applause and
enthusiasm Rossini turned to a friend
and said, 81 would give all this bril-
liant scene for few days of youth and
love-" Contrast the melancholy feeling
of Rossini, who had everything that
his world could give him, with the Joy
full 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 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 Is
raelites ate and ate and stuffed them
selves until they died. Oh. my friends,
it is not hardship or trial or starvation
that Injuries the soul, but abundant sup
ply. 1t is not the vulture of trouble 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.
The Mark of the Struggle.
Learn again that while our wrestling
with trouble 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 sprung
from its socket, and the good man went
limping on his way. We must carry
through this world the mark of the
combat. What plowed these premature
wrinkles in your face? What whitened
your hair before it was time for frostp
What silenced forever SO much of the
hilarity of your household? All, it is
because the angel Of trouble hath touch
ed 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
yet their gait shall tell you that they
| have been trouble touched. Are we sto-
les that we can unmoved see our cradle
rified of the bright eyes and the sweet
| lips? Can we stand unmoved and see
| our gardens of earthly delight uprooted2
Will Jesus, who wept himself, be an.
CRY with us if we pour our tears into
the graves that open to swallow down,
what we loved best? Was Lazarus more
dear to him than our beloved dead n
us? No. We have right to weep. Cur
tears must come. You shall not drive
them back to scald the heart. They fall
into Gods bottle. Afflicted ones have.
died because they could not weep.
Thank God for the sweet, the mysteris
GUS relief that comes to us in tears Uns
der this gentle rain the howazs<f hope
put forth their bloom. God pity that
dry, withered, parched, all consuming
grief that wrings its hands and grinds
its teeth and bites it's nails into the
quick, but cannot weep. We may have
ever after show that in the dark night
and by the brook Jabbok we were t1ods
BILE touched.
The Welcome Dawn.
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 is appropri-
! ate for philanthropists and Christians
to cry out with this angel of the text,
'fThe day breaketh." The worlds pros
poets are Frightening Superstition has
had its strongest props knocked out.
The tyrants of earth are falling fat in
the dust. The 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 ye people, 'the day break
eth"
As I look around about me / see
many who have passed. through waves
Of trouble that came up higher than
their girdle. In Gods name proclaim
cessation of hostilities. You shall not
always go saddened and heartbroken.s
God will lift your burden. God - HI
bring your dead to life God will stanch
the hearts bleeding know be- Sai
Like as 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 trem-
bles on Frightening sky. The gates Of
the east begin to swing open. THE day
breaketh."
Luther and Melanchthon were talking
together gloomily about the prospects of
the church They could see no hopaef
deliverance. After awhile Luthsr got
up and said to Melanchthon, Come,
I. Philip, let us sing the Forty sixth
Psalm, God is our refuge and strength
in every time of trouble.
The Last wrestle.
Death to many, nay, to all, is q
struggle and wrestle. We have many
friends whom it would be hard to leave,
I care not how bright our future hope
is. 1t is bitter thing to look upon this
fair world and know that we shall new
er again see its poisoning spring, its
autumnaI fruits, its sparkling streams
and to say farewell to those with whom
we played in childhood or counseled 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 orphanage 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, 1 O'Clock
in the morning, O'Clock in the morn
ing, o'clock in the morning, "the
day breaketh.
Sol would have it when die I am
in no haste to be gone. would like to
stand here 20 years and preach this Cos
pei. l have no grudge against this
world. The only fault l have to find
with this world is that it treats me too
we'll. But when the time comes to go
l trust to be ready, my worldly affairs
all settled. If have wronged others, |
! want then to be sure of their forgive
a q