The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-10-11
50 Mothers Friend"

to some one who is not so large. Arch
angel willing to listen 10 smallest cherub.
No boiling of the door of caste at one
heavenly mansion to keep out the citlzen
Of q smaller mansion. No clique in one
corner whispering about a clique in an
other corner. David taking none Of the
airs of q giant killer. Joshua making no
one halt until he passes, because he made
the sun and moon halt. Paul making no
assumptions over the most Ordinary
preacher of righteousness. Naaman, cap
tain of the Syrian host no more honored
than the captive maid who told him where
he could get a good doctor. o! my soul,
what a countryi The humblest man
king. The poorest woman queen. The
meanest house a palace. The shortest
lifetime eternity. And what is more
strange about 1t all, is, we may all get
there. Not l." says some one standing
back under the galleries. Yes, you. Not
l." says some one who has not been in
church in fifteen years before. Yes, you.
Not %" says some one who has been for
fifty years filing up his life with all kinds
of wickedness. Yes. you.
There are monopoles on earth, monop-
olistic railroads, and monopolistic tele
graphic companies, and monopolistic grain
dealers, but no monopoly in religion. All
who want to be saved may be saved,
without money and without price" Sal
walton by the Lord Jesus Christ for all
the people. vi COuISGs use tOHiiiOL ScISc
in this matter. You cannot expect 10 get
TO Charleston by taking ship for Port
| land, and you cannot expect 70 get to
| heaven by going in an opposite direction.
Believe IN the Lord Jesus Christ and thou
shalt be saved. Through that one gate of
pardon and peace all the race may go in.
But" SAYS some one, do you really
think I would be a. home In that supernal
society if l should reach it?" 1 think you
would. 1 know you would. I remember
that in the husking time there was q great
equality of feeling among the neighbors.
There at one corn shock a former would
be at work who owned two hundred acres
of ground. The man whom he was talk
ing with at the next corn shock owned
but thirty acres of ground, and perhaps
all covered by a mortgage. That evening,
at the close of the husking day, one man
! drove home a roam span so friskly, so full
of life, they got their feet over the traces.
The other man walked home. Great diff
| ference in education, great difference in
worldly means; but l noticed at the husk-
! ing time they all seemed to enjoy each
| others society. They did not ask any man
| how much property he owned or what his
| education had been. They all seemed to
| be happy together in those good times.
| And so it will be in heaven. Our Father
| will gather his children around him, and
| the neighbors will come in, and the past
viii be rehearsed. And some one will tell
| of victory and we will all celebrate it.
| And some one will tell of great struggle,
| and we will all praise the grace that
| fetched him out of it. And some one
| will say Here is my old father, that !
put away with heartbreak. Just look at
! him, he is as young as any of us!' And
! some one will say, Here is my darling
! child that | buried in Greenwood and all
| the after years of my life were shadowed
! with desolation. Just look at her! She
! doesn't seem as If she had been sick a
| fa1Af afora
borhood kindness.
What though John Milton sit down on
one side and John Howard sit down on
| the other side. No embarrassment. What
| though Charlotte Elizabeth sit down on
! one side, and Hannah More sit down on
| the other side? No embarrassment. A
| monarch yourself, why be embarrassed
| among monarchs? A songster yourself,
| why be embarrassed amid glorified song
| sters? Go in and dine.
All the shocks of corn coming In in their
season. Oh yes, in their season. Not one
of you having died too soon, or having
| died too late, or having died at haphazard.
| Planted at just the right time. Ploughed
al just the right time. Cut down at just
| the right time. Husked at just the right
| time Garnered at just the right time.
| Coming in In your season.
/ Oh, ! wish that the billions of bushels
of corn now in the fields or the way to
the seaboard might be a type of the grand
yield of honor and glory and immortal
ity, when all the shocks came in.
1 do not know how you are constituted,
but | am 50 constituted that there is moth
ing that so awakens "reminiscences in me
as the odors of a cornfeld when l cross it
at this time of year after the corn has
been cut and it stands in shocks. And so
/ have thought it might be practically use
full for us to-day to cross the cornheld and
l have thought perhaps, there might be
some Renaissance reused in our soul that
might be sautary and might be saving. In
Sweden, a prima donna, while her house
in the city was being repaired, took
a house in the country for temporary res
idence, and she brought out her great ar
ray of jewels to show a friend who wish
ed to see them. one night after displaying
these jewels, and leaving them on the ta-
bic, and all her friends had gone, and the
| servants had gone-one summer night-she
sat thinking and looking into a mirror just
in front of her chair, when she saw in that
mirror the face of a robber looking in at
the window behind her and gazing al those
| jewels. She was in great fright, but sat
| still, and hardly knowing why she did so
| she began to sing an old nursery song.
her fears making the pathos of the song
more telling.
Suddenly she noticed while looking at
the mirror that the robbers face had gone
from the window, and il did not come
| received a letter from the robber saying:
Il heard that the jewels were to be out
| that night. and l came to take them at
| whatever hazard; but when l heard YOU
sing that nursery song with which my
| mother so often sang me to sleep. l could
| not stand it and l fled, and / have re-
solved upon a new and an honest life"
O! my friends, there are Jewels in peril
richer than those which lay upon that
table that night. They are the Jewels of
| the immortal soul. Would God that some
song rolling up out of the deserted nursery
of your childhood, or some song rolling
up out of the cornfields the song of the
huskers twenty or forty years ago. might
turn all our feet out of the paths of sin
into the paths of righteousness. Would
God that those memories waited in on
odor or song might start us this moment
with swift feet toward that blessed place
where so many of our loved ones have
already preceded us. "as shock of corn
cometh in in his season."