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

was to BE- one OF the greatest assrono-
mers of England,
On the other hand we may be born
in sphere little higher than that
for which God intends us. We may be
born in castle, and play in costly
conservatory, and feed high-bred point
ers, and angle for goldfish in artificial
ponds, and be familiar with princes;
yet God may better have fitted us for n
carpenter shop, or dentists forceps, or
a weaver's shuttle, or blacSsmiths
forge. The great thing is to find
just the sphere for which God
intended us, and then to occupy
that sphere, and occupy it for
ever. Here is man God fash
Toned to make plow. There is man
God fashioned to make u constitution.
The man who makes the plow is just
as honorable as the man who makes
the constitution. There is woman
who was made to fashion robe, and
yonder is one intended to be queen
and wear it, 1t seems to me that in
the one case as in the other, God APP
points the sphere, and the needle is just
as respectable in His sight as the sccp-
ter. do not know but that the world
would long ago have been saved if
some of the men out of the ministry
were in it, and some of those who are
in it were out of it, really
think that one.half of the world may
be divided into two quarters those who
have not found their sphere and those
who, having found it, are not willing
to stay there. How many are strug-
Cling for position little higher than
that for which God intended them.
The bondswoman wants to be mistress.
Hagar keeps crowding Sarah. The
small wheel of watch which beauti-
fully went treading its golden pathway
wants to be the balance wheel, and the
sparrow, with chagrin drops into the
brook because it can not, like the
egle put circle under the sun.
In the Lords army we all want to be
brigadier generals! The sloop says;
more mast, more tonnage, more can
vas. Oh, that were topsail schooner,
or a full-rigged brig, or Cunard
steamer And 50 the world is filled
with cries of discomfort, because we are
not willing to stay in the place where
God put us and intended US to be. My
friends, be not too proud to do any
thing God tells you to do; for the lack
of a right disposition in this respect the
world is strewn with wandering
Hagars and Ismaels. God has given
each one of us work to do. You
carry scuttle of coal up that dark
alley. You distribute that Chri stian
tract. You give 81 O,OO0 to the mission
airy cause. You for Is wears sit with
chronic rheumatism. displaying the
beauty OF Christian submission.
Whatever God calls you to whether
it win Kissing or huzza;
whether to walk under triumphal
arch or lift the sot out of the ditch;
whether it is to preach on Pcntecost
or tell some wandercr of the street OF
the mercy of the Christ of Mary Magda-
lene; whether it be to weave a garland
for laughing child on spring morn
ing and call her May queen, or to
comb out the tangled locks of waif
of the street, and cut up one of your
old dresses to I'll her out for the sane.
tuary-do it, aud do it right away.
Whether it be II crown or Il yoke, dc
not tidget. Everlasting honors upon
those who do their work, and do their
whole work, and are coltented in the
sphere in which God has put them;
while there is wan lering, and exile,
and desolation, and wilderness for dis
contented Haglr and Ishmael.
Again, l find in this oriental scene
lesson of sympathy with woman
when she goes forth trudging in the
desert. What great change it was
for this llagar! There was the tent
and all the surroundings of Abraham
house, beautiful and luxurious, nj
doubt. Now she is going out into tn,
hot sands of the desert Oh, what {
change it was! And in our day we
often see the wheel OF fortune turn
Here is some one who lived in the very
bright home of her father She hat
everything possible to administer Il
her happiness-plenty at the table
music in. the drawing-room, wei
come at the door. She is lcC
forth into life by some one who can no
appreciate her. A dissipated sou
comes and takes her out in the desert
Cruelties blot ont all the lights of tina
home circle. Harsh words wear on
her spirits. The high hope that shon
out over the marriage altar while tn
ring was being set and the vows given
and the benediction pronounced, hav
all faded with the orange blossoms
and there she is to-day broken hearted
thinking of past joys aud present desc
lation and coming anguish llagar il
the wilderness!
Here is beautiful home You car
not think of anything that can b.
added to it, For years there has no
been the suggestion of single trouble
Bright and happy children fill tn
HOuSe WIFI lduY HbcF anu Sung. DOOh
TO read. Pictures to look at. Lounge
to rest on. Cup of domestic Joy full
and rn1ning over. Dark night drops
Pillow hot. Pulses fluttcr Eyes close
And the foot whose w1ll-known step
on the door-sill brought the Who'll
household out at eyentide crying
Fathers coming!' will never SCUM
on the door-sill again A long, dee
grief plowed through all that bright
ness OF domestic life. Paradise lost
Widowhool. IIagar in the wilderness,
How often is it we see ia, weak arm
of woman conscripted for this battl
with the rough world Who is sht
going down the strcetin the early ligh
of the morning, pale with exiaustin
, work, not half slept out with the stun
, bers of last night, tragedies OF su!fs
ing written all over her face. her lu
terless eyes looking far ahead ;