Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1898-04-29
NUMBER II.

her struggles, her hardshipS, her deso-
lation, and may the great heart of Di-
vine sympathy inclose her forever!
Again, find in this oriental scene
the fact that every mother leads forth
tremendous destinies.
You say; "That isn't an unusual
scene, u mother leading her child by
the hand" Who is that she is leading?
Ishmael, you say. Who is 1shmael? A
great nation is to be founded--a nation
so strong that it is to stand for thou
sands of years against all the armies OF
the world. Egyptian Assyria thunder
against it, but in vain. Gaulus brings
up his army, and his army is smitten.
Alexander decides upon n campaign,
brings up his host, and dies. For u
long while that nation monopolizes
the learning of the world. 1t is the
nation of the Arabs Who founded it.
Ishmael, the lad that Hagar led into
the wilderness, She had no idea she
was leading forth such dcstinies.
Neither does any mother. You pass
along the street and see and pass boys
and girls who will yet make the earth
quake with their influence.
Who is that boy at Sutton pool, Plym-
outh, England. barefooted, wading
down into the slush and slime until his
bare foot comes upon piece of glass,
and he lifts it, bleeding and pain
struck? That wound in the foot de-
cides that he be sedentary in his life,
decides that he be student. That
wound by the glass in the foot decides
that he shall be John Kitto, who shall
provide the best religious encyclopae-
dia the world has ever had provided,
and, with his other writings as WELL
throwing light upon the word of
God such as has come from no 9th
err man in this century. o mother,
mother, that little hand that wanders
over your face may yet be lifted to
hurl thunderbolts of war or drop bene-
dictions That little voice may BIAS
pheme God in the groggery or cry
Forward" to the Lords hosts as they
go out for their last victory. My mind
this morning leaps 30 years ahead, and
| see merchant prince of New York.
One stroke of his pen brings ship out
of Canton. Another stroke of his pen
brings ship into Madras. lie is
mighty in all the money markets
of the world. Who is he?
He sits on Sabbath beside you in
church. My mind leaps thirty years
forward from this time and | find my
self in relief association. A great
multitude of Christian women have
met together for generous purpose.
There is one woman in that crowd
who seems to have the confidence of all
the others, and they all look up to her
for her counsel and her prayers.
, Who is she? This afternoon you
will find her in the Sabbath school,
while the teacher tells her of
that Christ who clothed the naked, and
fed the hungry, and healed the sick.
My mind leaps forward 30 years from
now, and find myself in an African
Jungle; and there is missionary of tho
cross addressing the natives, and their
dusl<y countenances are irradiated
with the glad tidings of great joy and
salvation. Who is he? Did you not
hear his voice to-day in the opening
song of your church service?
Look up, where Hagar looked. She
never would have found the fountain
at all, but When she heard the voice of
the angel she looked up, and she saw
the finger pointing to the supply. And,
o soul, if to-day with one earnest, in
tense prayer you would only look up
to Christ, lie would point you down to
the supply in the wilderness: Look
unto me, all we ends of the earth, and
be We saved, for am God and there is
none else!" Look! Look as Hagar
looked!
Yes, there is well for every desert
of bereavement. Looking. over my au-
, dience | notice signs of mourning and
woe. Have you found consolation?
Oh, man bereft, oh, woman bereft,
| have you found consolation? Hearsc
after hearse. We step from one
grave hillock to another grave hillock.
, We follow corpses, ourselves soon to be
1 like them. The world is in mourning
D for it's dead. Every heart has become
the sepulcher of some buried joy. But
sing We to God; every wilderness has d
| well in it; and | come to that well to-
t day, and begin to draw water for you
| from that well.
. Have you seen the Nyctanthes? 1t
t is beautiful flower, but it gives very
t little fragrance until after sunset.
e Then it pours its richness on the air.
c And this grace of the Gospel that |
, commend to you now, while it may be
e very sweet during the day of prosper
!, ity, it pours forth it's richest aroma
after shutdown. And it will be sun
y. down with you and me after awhile.
n When you come togo out of this world,
will it be desert march, or
a will it be drinking at fountain?
G A converted Hindoo was dying, and
t his heather comrades came around
). him and tried to comfort him by read
c ing some of their theology, but he
S waved his hand, as much as to say: 81
IS don't want to hear it." Then they
Il called in u heather priest, and he
). said; IF you will only recite the
;. Numtra it will deliver you from
IS hell" He waved his hand, as
e much as to say: II don't want
:, to hear that" Then they said:
1 Call on Juggernaut. He shook his
p head, as much as to say: Il can't do
: that" Then they thought perhaps he
!. was too weary to speak, and they said;
). Now if you. can't say Juggernaut,
n think OF him." He shook his head, as
C much as tosay: mo, no, moi" Then they
:, bent down to his pillow, and they said:
Is 'In what will you trdst?" His faca
g lighted up with the very glories OF tn,
l. celestial sphere, as he cried out, rally
= ing ali his dying energies: "Jesus!'
s. Oh, come this hour to the fountain!
rs will tell you the whole story in two OF