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as with the skin of his teeth"
There are others who, in attempt ms
to come to God, must run between {
: great many business perplexities. Ifa
man go over to business at 10 O'Clock
in the morning and come away at :
o'clock in the afternoon, he has some
time for religion; but how shall you
find time for religious conte mplatior
when you are driven from sunrise tc
sunset, and have been for five years
going behind in business, and are
frequently dunned by creditors
whom you can not pay, and
wheh from Monday morning until
Saturday night you are lodging bills
that you can not meet? You walk day
by day in uncertainties that have kept
your brain on fire for the past three
years. Some with less business trou-
bles than you have gone crazy. The
clerk has heard a noise in the back
counting room. and gone in and found
the chief man of the firm a raving
maniac; or the wife has heard the
bang of pistol in the back parlor and
gone in, stumbling over the dead body
of her husbands suicide. There are
men pursued, harassed, trodden down
and scalped of business perplexities,
and which way to turn next
they do not know. Now, God will
not be hard on you. He knows what
obstacles are in the way of you being
a Christian, and your first effort in the
right direction He will crown with sue.
cess. Do not let Satan, with cotton
bales, and kegs, and hogsheads, and
! counters, and stocks of unstable
| goods, block up your way to Heaven.
Gather up all your energies. Tighten
the girdle about your loins. Take an
agonizing look into the face of God,
and then say, Here goes one grand
effort for life eternal" and then bound
away for Heaven, escaping ''as with
the skin of your teeth"
In the last day it will be found that
| Hugh Latimer, and John Knox, and
Huss, and Ridley were not the greatest
martyrs, but Christian men, who went
up incorrupt from the contaminations
and perplexities of Pennsylvania ave.
nue., Broad street, State street and
Third street. On earth they were
called brokers, or stock jobbers, or re-
tailers, or importers; but in Heaven,
Christian heroes. No faggots were
heaped about their feet; no inquisition
demanded from their recantation; no
soldier aimed pike at their heart; but
they had mental tortures, compared
with which all physical consuming is
as the breath of a spring morning.
find in the community large ella -
of men who have been SO cheated, rs
lied about SO outrageously wronged.
that they have lost their faith in every
thing. In a world where everything
seems so topsy-turvey, they do not sea
how there can be any God. They are
COMPOUNDED, and frenzied, and mis-
anthropic. Elaborate arguments to
prove to them the truth of Christian
ity, or the truth Of anything else, touch
them nowhere. Hear me, all such
men. l preach to you no rounded
periods, no ornamental discourse; but
put my hand on your shoulder and in
vite you into the peace of the Gospel.
Here is rock on which you may stand
firm, though the waves dash against it
harder than the Atlantic, pitching its
surf clear above Eddystone lighthouse.
Do not charge upon God all these
troubles of the world. As long as the
world stuck to God, God stuck to the
world; but the earth seeded from His
government, and hence all these out
RACES and all these woes. God is good.
For many hundreds of years He has
been coaXing the world to come back
to Him; but the more He has coaxed,
the more violent have been men in their
resistance. and they have stepped back,
and stepped back until they have drop
ped into ruin.
Try this God, we who have had the
bloodhounds after you and who have
thought that God had forgotten you.
Try Him, and see if He will not help.
Try Him, and see if He will not pardon.
Try Him, and,see if He will not save.
The flowers of spring have no bloom
SO sweet as the Towering of Christ's
affections. The sun has no warmth
compared with the glow of His heart.
The waters have no refreshment like
the fountain that will Stake the
thirst of thy soul. At the
momqnt the reindeer stands with his
lip and>nostril thrust in the cool noun.
tain torrent, the hunter may be coming
through the thicket Without crack
ing stick under his foot, he comes
close to the stag, aims his gun, draws
the trigger. and the poor thing rears in
its death agony and falls backward, its
antlers crashing on the rocks; but the
painting hart that drinks from the
water-brooks of Gods promise shall
never be fatally wounded, and shall
never die.
Oh, find your peace in God. Make
one strong pull for Heaven. No half
way work will do it. Taere some
times comes time on shipboard when
everything must be sacrificed to save
the passengers. The cargo is nothing;
the rigging is nothing. The captain
puts the trumpet to his lip and shouts:
Cut away the mast" Some OF
you have been tossed and driven, and
you have, in your efforts to keep the
world, well-nigh lost your soul.
Until you have decided this matter let