Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1897-04-15


use. Oh, that the Lord God OF Nth =.
miah would rouse up all hrok, II.
hearted people to rebuild. Whip, Il,
betrayed. Shipwrecked, inprt ON, d,
Paul went right ON, The Italian m%r'
tyr Algerius sits in his dungeon writ
ing y letter, and he dates it. From the
deleetable orchard of the Leonine
prison" That is what call
triumphant sadness, knew a
mother who buried her babe on
Friday and ON sabbath appeared
in the housa Of God and said: Give
me class; give me Sabhath-school
class, have no child now left me, and
would like TO have class of little
children. Give me real poor ehildcn.
Give me u class OF the back street.
That. | say. is beautiful. That is tri-
uluphant slinssS. At three O'clock
every Sabbath afternoon, for years, in
l,artor pictured and statuettes-there
were from ten To twenty destitute chill.
dren Of the street. Those destitute
children received religious instruction,
concluding with cakes and sandwiches,
How do | know that that was going
On for l6 years" know it i'll this way.
That WIS the first home in Phi(adel-
phia where | was called to comfort
u great sorrow. They had splendid
boy, and he had hceu drowned at Long
branch. The father and mother al
most idoliZed the boy, and the sob and
Shrek of that father and mother rs
they hung over the coffin resouad in
my ears to-day. There seemed to be
no US, praying, for hen ltnelt down
to pray the cutlery in the room drowned
ont all the prayer But the Lord
conforted that sorrow. They did
not forget their trouble. If you
should go any afternoon into Laurel
It'll YOU would find II monument with
the word Walter" inscribed upon it,
and wreath of fresh flowers around
the name. think there was not an
hour IN - years, winter or summer,
when there was not II wreath of fresh
flowers around Walters name. But
the Christian mother who sent those
flowers there, having no child
left. sabbath afternoons, moth
cred TEN or twenty of the lost
ones Of the street, That is beau
tiful. That is what | call busy and
triumphant sadness. Here is IA man
who has lost his property, IL 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 | want trca sure in Heaven.
Oh, wish could persuade all the
people who have any kind of trouble
never to give up. wish they would
look at the midnight rider of the text,
and that the four hoofs of that beast
on which Nehemiah rode might
cut to pieces all your discourage
ments, and hardships, and trials.
Give up Who is going to give
up, when on the bosom of God
he can have all his troubles hushed2
Give up! Never think of giving up.
Are you borne down with poverty? A
little child was found holding her dead
mothers hand in the darkness of Il tcne.
ment, and some one coming in, the lit
tie 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 bereavemcnts
of life? Is the house lonely now tina,
the child is gone? Do not give up.
Think Of What the old sexton said
4, q, I. Il. 4,
put SO much care on the little graves
in the ccmetery-so much more care
than on the larger grave-and the
old sexton said: "Sir, Won know that
of such is the Kingdom of Heaven,
and think the Saviour is pleased when
lie sees so much white clover growing
around these little graves" But when
the minister pressed the old sexton for
a more satisfactory answer, the old sex
ton said, ''Sir. about these larger
graves, 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 had that keen,
tender. indescribable sorrow that
comes from the loss of child. do not
give up. The old sexton was right. It
is all well with the BARNS Or IL you
have sinned. if you have sinned griev-
ously-sinned 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 lamentatlon .n....,.
Once was pure as the snow, but fell
Fell like a snowflake from Heaven to hell
Fell, TO be trampled as filth In the street
Fell to be scoffed at, spit on, beat;
Praying, cursing, wishing 10 die.
Selling my soul to whoever would buy,
Dealing in shame for morsel OF bread,
Hating the living and fearing the dead
DO not give up. One like unto the
Son Of God comes to you to-day, say
ing. go and sin no more" while He
cries out to your assistants: "Let him
that is without sin cast the first stone
at her" Oh, there is no rea
son why anyone in this house,
by reason of any trouble or sin,
should give up Are you a for
eigner, and in a strange land? Nehe.
miah was an exile Are you penniless?