The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1899-05-17
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sickness. Ihe chlIo treac OF the
stair or the tick of the watch on the
stand disturbed you. Through the
the long weary days you counted the
figures in the carpet or the flowers in
the wall paper Oh, the WEAKNESS of
exhaustion! Oh, the burning pangs!
Would God it were morning, would
God it were night, was your frequent
cry. But you are better, or perhaps
even well Have you thanked God
that today you can come out in the
fresh air; that you are in your place to
hear Gods name and to sing Gods
praise and to implore Gods help and to
ask Gods forgiveness? Bless the Lord
who healeth all our diseases and re-
deemeth our lives from destruction.
Perhaps your last sorrow was fnan-
cial embarrassment. | congratulate
some Of you on your recrative profession
occupation, on ornate apparel, on
commodious residence-everything you
put your hands on seems to turn to
gold. But there are others Of you vino
are like the ship on which Paul sailed
vhere two seas met, and you are brok-
en- by the violence cf the waves. BY
an unadvised Endorsement, or by con-
junction Of unforeseen events, or by
fire or storm, or senseless panic, you
have been flung headlong, and where
you once dispensed great charities now
you have hard work to win your daily
bread. Have you forgotten to thank
God for your days of prosperity and
that through your trials some Of you
have made investments which will con-
tinue after the last bank of this world
has exploded and the silver and gold
are molten in the fires of a burning
world? Have you, amid all your losses
and discouragements, forget that there
was bread on your table this morning
and that there shall be shelter for
your head from the storm, and there is
air for your lungs and blood for your
eye and glad and glorious and trium-
phant religion for your soul?
Perhaps your last trouble was be-
reavement. That heart which in child
hood was your refuge, the parental
heart, and which has been source OF
the quickest sympathy ever since, has
suddenly become silent forever. And
now sometimes, whenever in sudden
annoyance and without deliberation you
say, II will go and tell mother" the
thought flashes on you, II have no
mother" Or the father, with voice
less tender, but with heart as loving.
watchful Of all your ways, exu rant
over your success without saying Ii aci
although the old people do talk it over
by themselves, his trembling hal. on
that staff which you now keep as "a fam
lily relic, his memory embalmed in
grateful hearts-is taken away forever.
Or there was your companion ia life,
sharer of your joys and sorrows, taken,
leaving the heart an old ruin, where the
i'll winds blow over wide wilderness Of
desolation, the sands Of the desert drlV-
ing across the place which once bloom
ed like the garden Of God. And Aba.
ham mourns for Sarah at the cave Of
Machpelah. As you were moving
along your path in life, suddenly, right
before you, was an open grave. People
looked down, and they saw it was only a
few feet deep and few feet wide, but
to you it was a cavern, down which went
all your hopes and all your expecta.
tions. But cheer up, in the name Of
the Lord Jesus Christ, the Comforter.
He is not going to forsake you. Did
the Lord take that child out Of your
arms? Why, he is going to shelter it
better than you could. He is going to
array it in white robe and palm branch
and have it all ready to greet you at
your coming home. Blessed the broken
heart that Jesus heals! Blessed the
importunate cry that Jesus compassion
ates! Blessed the weeping eye from
which the soft hand Of Jesus wipes
away the tear!
Some years ago I was sailing down
theS John river, which is the Rhine
and the Hudson commingled, and while
was on the deck Of the steamer gen
tleman pointed out to me the places OF
interest, and he said, "All this is in
terval land, and it is the richest land
in all the provinces of New Brunswick
and Nova Scotia" What" said l,
"do you mean by interval land?' "
well" he said, this land is sub
merged for part Of the year. Spring
freshets come down, and all these
plains are overhowed with the water,
and the water leaves deposit, and
when the waters are gone the harvest
springs up, and there is richer harvest
than I know of elsewhere" And in
stantly thought, TT is not the heights
of the church, and it is not the heights
of this world that are the scene, Of the
greatest prosperity, but the soul over
which the foods Of sorrow have gone
the soul over which the freshets Of trib-
ulation have torn their way-that
yields the greatest fruits of righteous
ness and the largest harvest for time
and the richest harvest for eternity. !"
Bless God that your soul is interval
land
There is one more point Of absorbing
Renaissance, and that IS the last hour
of life, when We have to look over all
our past existence. What a moment
that will be! l place Napoleons dying
reminiscence on St. Helena beside Mrs.
Judson's dying reminiscence in the har
Dor Of St. Helena, the same island, ~
years after. Napoleons dying remini-
scence was one Of delirium-''Iete
d'armee' e''-"Head of the army Mrs.
Judson's dying reminiscence, as she
came home from her missionary toll
and her life of self sacrifice for God, dy-
ing in the cabin Of the ship in the har-
Dor CT St. Helena, was, I always did
love the Lord Jesus Christ" And
then, the historian says, she fell into a
| sound sleep for an hour and woke amid