St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1897-05-08

Paul went right on. The italian mar
tyr Algerius sits in his dungeon writ
ing letter, and he dates it, From the
delectable orchard Of the Leonine
prison." That is what 1 call
triumphant sadness / knew q
mother who buried her babe on
Friday and on Sabbath appeared
in the house Of God and said: ssGive
me . class; give me q Sabbath-school
class have no child now left me, and
would like to have class OF little
children. Give mo real poor chi.aen.
Give me class of the back street.
That, say, is beautiful. That is tri-
umphant' sadness At three o'clock
every Sabbath afternoon, for years, in
. beautiful parlor in Philadelph.a-a
parior 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 I know that that was going
on for 16 years? know it in this way:
That was the first home in Philade.-
| phia where / was called to, comfort
. great sorrow. They had q splendid
boy, and he had been drowned at Long
Branch. The father and mother al
most idolized the boy, and the sob and
shrek of that father and mother as
they hung over the coffin rcsound in
my ears to-day. There seemed to be
no use praying, for when knelt down
to pray the outcry in the room drowned
out all the prayer. But the Lord
|.comforted. that sorrow. They did
not forget their trouble. If Sou
should 60 any afternoon into Latrel
Hill you would find a monument with
the word walter inscribed upon it,
and wreath Of fresh flowers around
the name. l think there was not an
hour in 20 years, winter or summer,
when there was not 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 &nd
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. want treasure in Heaven.
/ have q voice and heart to serve
God" You say that man has not failed.
He has not failed-he has triumphed:
Oh, T. wish i could persuade all the
people 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 Nehemiah rode might
cut to pieces all your discourage
mcnts, 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 poverty? A
little child was found holding her dead
mothers hend in the darkness of tene-
ment, and some one coming in. the lit
tie girl looked up, while holding her
dead mothers hand, and said: ''Oh, I
do wish that God had made moro
light for poor folks" My dear, Goa
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 grave-and tho
old sexton said: .'Sir, you know that
of such is the kingdom of Heaven
and / think the Saviour is pleased when
He sees so much white clover growing
around these little graves" But when
the minister pressed the old sexton for
9 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, if you
have sinned, if you have sinned griev-
ously-sinned until you have been cast
out by the church, sinneu 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 another:
Once was pure - the snow, but fell 4
Fell like snowflake. from Heaven to helAI
Fell, to be trampled as filth in the streee-
Fell, to be sconed Mt, spit on, beat;
Praying, cursing. wishing to die,
! Selling my soul to whoever would buy.
Dealing in shame for a morsel OF bread,
Hating TIC living and fearing the dead
Do not give up. One like unto tAs
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 q for
eigner, and in strange land? Nehc-.
miah was an exile. Are you pcnniless?
Nehemiah was poor. Are you home
sick? Nehemiah was homcsick. Are
you broken-hcartcd? Nehemiah was
broken-hearted. But just see him in
the text, riding along the sacrileged
grave Of his father, and by the dragon
well, and through the fish gate. and by
the kings bdol, in and out, in and out,
the moonlight falling on the hipl<en
masonry, which throws long
shadow 1t which the horse SHEA,
and It the same time that moonlight
kindling up the features Of the man
till you see not only the mark of sad
"reminiscences, but the courage and
hope, the enthusiasm Of . man who
knows that Jerusalem will be re-
builded. pick you up to-day, out of
your sins and out Of your sorrow, and
/ put you against the warm heart Of
Christ. 1.-The eternal God is thy ref
uge, and underneath are the everlast-
ing arms"
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