Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1897-04-10

ored. The walls arc broken down. 1
have no money with which to rebuild.
I wish | had never been born. I wish l
were dead" Not SO says Nehemiah.
Although he had a grief so intense that
it excited the commentary of his king,
yet that penniless eXpatriated Nehe-
miah rouses himself up to rebuild the
city. He gets his permission Of absence.
He gets his passports. He hastens away
to Jerusalem. BY night on horseback he
rides through the ruins. He overcomes
the most fcrocious opposition. He
arouscs the piety and patriotism Of the
people, and in less than two months
namely, 90 days-Jerusalem was rebuilt.
That's what 1 call busy and triumphant
sadness.
Faint, Yet Pursuing.
My friends, the whole temptation is
with you when you have trouble to do
just the opposite to the behavior of Ne
hemiah. and that is to give up. You
say, II have lost my child and can
never smile again. You say, II have
lost my property, and I never can re-
pair my fortunes. - You say, II have
fallen into sin, and I never can start
again for a new life. If satan can
make you form that resolution and
make you keep it, ho has ruined you.
Trouble is not sent to crush you, but to
arouse you, to animate you, to propel
you. The blacksmith does not thrust
the iron into the forge and then blow
away with the bellows and then bring
the hot iron out OH tho anvil and beat
with stroke after stroke to ruin the iron,
but to prepare it for u better use. On,
that the Lord God of Nehemiah would
rouse up all broken hearted people to
rebuild! Whipped, betrayed, shipwreck-
ed, imprisoned, Paul went right On.
The Italian martyr Algerius sits i'll his
dungeon writing Il letter, and he dates
it, "From the delectable orchard of the
Leonine prison. That is what / call
triumphant sadness. l knew mother
who buried her babe on Friday and on
Sabbath appeared i'll the house of God
and said Give me a class; give me u
Sabbath school class have no child
now left me, and would like to have
class of little children. Give me real
poor children. Give me u class off the
back street" That l say, is beautiful
That is triumphant sadness.
At O'Clock every Sabbath after
noon, for years, i'll u beautiful parlor III
PHILADELPHIA parlor pictured and
statuetted-there were from 10 TO 20
destitute children of the street. Those
destitute children received religious in
struction, concluding with cakes and
sandwiches How do know that that
was going on for l6 years? know 1t
In this way: That was the first home III
Philadelphia where I was called to
comfort great sorrow. They had a
splendid boy and he had been drowned
at Long Branch. The father and mother
almost idolized the boy, and the sob and
shrek of that father and mother as they
hung over the coffin resound in my ears
today. There seemed to be no use of
praying, for when knelt down to pray
the outcry in the room drowned out all
the prayer But the Lord comfortod
that sorrow They did not forget their
trouble If you should go any afternoon
into Laurel Hill, you would find
monument with the word walter" in
scribed upon it and a 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 mothered 10
or 20 of the lost ones of the street. That
is beautiful. That is what l call busy
and triumphant sadness. Here is a man
who has lost his property. He does not
90 to hard drinking. He does not de-
stroy his own life. He comes and says:
Harness me for Christian work My
moneys gone. I have no treasures on
earth. I want treasures III heaven. 1
have avoice and heart to serve God. "
You say that that man has failed. He
has not failed-he has triumphcd!
Never Give UP.
Oh, wish could persuade all the
people who have any kind of trouble
never to give up. I 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 discouragements and
hardships and trials. Give up! Who is
going to give up when Oh the bosom OF
God he can have all his troubles hushed?
Give up Mover think of giving up. Are
you borne down with poverty: A little
child was found holding her dead moth
ar's hand in the darkness of tenement
house, and some one coming i'll the lit
tie girl looked up, while holding her
dead mothers hand, and said, "Oh, I
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 bereavements of life? Is
the house lonely now that the CHI; 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
graves-and the 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 q more satisfactory
answer the old sexton said, "Sir, about
these larger graves, 1 don't know who
are the Lords saints and who are not,
but you know, sir, it is clean different
with the bairns." Oh, if you have had
that keen, tender, indescribable sorrow
4l.o4 oo,,,o, f,o,,, tbo 1occ Of q child do