The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1897-07-15

cent poem tnat mas n|StOuIueu lne
ages. There is no way to get the
wheat out of the straw but to thresh
it. There is 1T way to purify the gold
who have always had it their own
way. They are proud. discontinued.
useless and unhappy. If you want to
lind cheerful folks. go among those
who have been purified by the fire.
After Rossini had rendered civilian
Tell the 500th time. a company of
musicians came under his window in
Paris and serenaded him. They put
upon his brow a golden crown of lau-
rel leaves! But, amid all abe applause
and enthusiasm Rossini turned to Il
friend and said: Il would give all
his brilliant scene for a few DAYS of
youth and love" Contrast the melan-
choly feeling of Rossini. who had
everything 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
a thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields
Or walk he golden streets.
Ihen 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 I~sraelites were
on the march, amid great privations
IL hardships. they behaved well.
AFTER awhile they prayed for meat;
ana the sky darkened with Il great
Hook of quails; and these quails fell
III great m~ultitudes all about them:
ana the ~lSraelites ate and ate, and
stul1ed themselves until they died.
Oh, my friends. it is not hardship. OF.
trlal, or starvation, that ruins the soul.
put abundant supply. 1t is not the
vulture of trouble that eats ND the
Christians life; it is the quails! the
quails! You will yet find out that
your midnight wrestle by the brook
Jabbok is with al angel of God, come
down to bless and to save
Learn again that while or wrestling
with trouble might be triumphant, we
must expect that it will leave its mark
upon us. Jacob prevailed. but the an
gel 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 combat. What plowed these
premature wrinkles in your face??
What whitened your hair before it was
time for frost? What silenced forever
so much of the hilarity of your house
hold! All! it is because the angel Of
trouble hath touched you that ynu go
llmplng on your way. You need net
be surprised that those who have BASS
ed through the fire do not feel as gay
as once they did. Do moi be out of pa
thence 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 StOics, that we can,
unmOved. see our cradle rified Of the
bright eyes and tho sweet lips? Can
we stand unmOyed and see our gardens
of earthly delight uprooted? viii Je-
Sus, who wept himself, be angry with
us if we pour Il tears into the graves
that open to swallow down what we
loved best? Was Lazarus more dear
to him than our beloved dead to us?
No. We have a right to weep. Our
tears must come. You should 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
mysterious relief that comes to us in
tears! Under this gentle rain the flow
ers of youth put forth their bloo'p.
God pity that dry. Withered. parchri.
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 com
fort of the cross, and yet after show
that in the dark night. and by the
Brook Jabbok, we were trouble
touched.
Again, we take the idea of the text,
and announce the approach of the day
dawn. Nc II 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,
THE day breaketh.' The worlds pros
poets are Frightening. Superstition has
had its strongest props knocked out.
The tyrants of earth are falling fiat in
the dust. The Church Of Christ is riS.
ing up in its strength to go forth
fair as the morn, clear as the sur. and
terrible as an army with banners
Clap your hands, all ye people, 1.-THE
day breaketh."
AS | look round about me | see many
who have passed through waves ot
trouble that come up higher than the
girdle. In Gods name. | proclaim ceS
sation of hostilities. You shall not al
ways go saddened and hcart-broken
God will bring your dead to life. Goo
will stanch the hearts bleeding.
know He will. Like as a father pitt
eth his children, so the Lord pitieS you
The pains of earth will end. The toni
will burst. The dead will rise. The
morning star trembles on a Frightening
sky. The gates of the east begin tC
swing open. The day b~reaketh."
Luther and Nielancthon We're talking
together. gloomily about the prospects
of the church. They could see no hope
of deliverance. After Il while Luthe'
got up and said to Melancthon
4. Come. Philip, let us sing the forty
sixth psalm. God is our Refuge an(
Strength in Every Time of Trouble.
, Death to many, nay. to all. is IA strug
) gle and a wrestle. We have man!
; friends whom it would be hard t.
, leave, | care not how bright Il future
: hope is. 1t is a bitter thing to lool
} upon this fair world and know that w,
t shall never again see its bloSSOmin!
spring, its autumnal fruits, its spark
3, ling streams. and to say farewell t
those with whom we played in child
. hood or counselled in manhood. II
I that night. like Jacob. we may have t.
wrpStle. but God will not leave us III