The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-04-05
THE MORNING NEWS: MONDAY, APRIL 5, 1897

rius sits in his dungeon writing letter
and he dates it, From the delectaole or
chard OF the Leonine prison" That is
what I call triumph and sadness. ] knew
a mother who buried her babe on Friday
and on Sabbath appeared in the house OF
God and said: give me class; give me
a Sabbath school class. l have no child
now left me, and l would like to have
class of little children. Give me real poor
children. Give me a class off the back
street" That, / say, is beautiful Ihat
is triumphant sadness. At O'Clock every
Sabbath afternoon, for years. in Deau-
tfful parlor In Philadelphia parlor PIC
tured and statuetted-there were from ten
to twenty destitute children of the street
Those destitute children received religious
instruction, concluding with cakes ana
sandwiches How do | know that tnat
was going on for sixteen years. know
IL in this way. That was the hrst nome III
Philadelphia where / was called 10 COM
fort a great sorrow. They had splendid
hoy and he had been drowned at Long
Branch. The father and mother almost
idolized the boy, and the sob and shrlek
of that father and mother as they nuhg
over the coffin resound in my ears To-Day
There seemed to be no use of praying. for
when I knelt down to pray, the cutlery in
the room drowned out all the prayer. But
the Lord comforted that sorrow. They
did not forget their trouble. II you
should go any afternoon into Laurel Hhl,
you would find monument with the Word
walter inscribed upon II, and wreath
of fresh flowers around the name. l think
there was not an hour in twenty years,
winter or summer, when there was not
wreath Of fresh flowers around Walter
name But the Christian mother who sent
those flowers there, having no child left,
Sabbath afternoons mothered ten or TWEEN
~ of the lost ones of the street. That is
Mt lie hot
triumphant sadness. Here is man who
has lost his property. He does not go to
hard drinking. He does not destroy his
own life He comes and says, Harness
me for Christian work. My moneys gone.
have no treasures on earth. l want
treasures in heaven. l have a voice and
and a heart to serve God" You say that
that man has failed. He has not failed
he has triumphed!
oh, / wish / could persuade all the peo-
pie who have any kind of trouble never TO
give up. l wish they would look at the
midnight rider of the text, and that the
four hoofs of that beast on which Nehe-
miah rode might cut to pieces all your dis
couragements, and hardships. and trials.
Give up! Who is going to give up, when on
the bosom of God he can have all his
troubles hushed? Give up! never think of
giving up. Are you borne down with pow
erty? little child was found holding her
tenement house, and some one coming in,
the little girl looked up, while holding her
dead mothers hand, and said, "Oh,
/ do wish that God had made more
light for poor folks" My dear. God will be
your light, God will be your shelter, God
will be your home. Are you borne down
with the bereavements of life? Is the
house lonely now that the child is gone?
DO not give up. Think of what the old
Sexton said when the minister asked him
why he put so much care on the little
graves in the cemetery-so much more
care than on the larger graves, and the
old sexton said, Sir, you know that of
such is the kingdom Of heaven and 1
think the Savior is pleased when he sees
so much white clover growing around these
little graves" But when the minister
pressed the old sexton for a more salts
factory answer, the old sexton said, Sir,
about these larger graves, l don't know
who are the Lords saints and who are
not; but you know, sir, it is clean different
with the BARNS" Oh, If you have had
that keen, tender, indescribable sorrow
that comes from the loss of a child, do not
give up. The old sexton was right. 1t is
all well with the BARNS Or, If you have
sinned, If you have sinned grievously-
snned until you have been cast out by the
Church, sinned until you have been cast
out by society, do not give up. Perhaps
there may be in this house one that could
truthfully utter the lamentation of an
other:
Once 1 was pure as the snow, but fell
Fell like snowflake, from heaven 10
hell
Fell, to be trampled as filth in the street
Fell, to be scoffed at, spit on, and beat;
Praying, cursing, wishing to die.
Selling my soul to whoever would buy,
Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,
Hating the living and fearing the dead.
Do not give up. One like unto the Son
of God come to you to-day, saying, GO
and sin no more;" while he cries out to
your assailants, Let him that is without
sin cast the first stone al her" Oh! there
is no reason why anyone in this house, by
reason of any trouble or sin, should give
up. Are you a foreigner, and in a strange
land? Nehemiah was an exile Are you
penniless2 Nehemiah was poor Are
you homesick? Nehemiah was homesick.
Are you broken-hearted? Nehemiah was
broken-heartel. But just see him In the
text, riding along the sacrileged grave of
his father. and by the dragon well, and
through the ish gate and by the kings
pool, in and out in and out, the moonlight
falling on the broken masonry, which
throws a long shadow at which the horse
SHES, and at the same time that moon
light kindling mp the features of this man
til you see not only the mark of sad rem
iniscence, but the courage and hope, the
enthusiasm of a man who knows that Je.
rusalem VII be rebuilded. l pick YOU up
to-day, ou- of your sins and out OF your
sorrow, and ! put you against the warm
heart of Christ 1.-The eternal God is thy
refuge ana underneath are the Everlasting
arms"
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