Connecticut western news., 1899-10-12

to get the horse at the livery stable, and the hostler, a plain man, said to me, MT. Talmage, 1 saw that you preached to the young men yesterday" said, ''Yes." He said: No use, no use. Mans failure"
 Domestic Disturbances.
 The small insect annoyances of life sometimes come in the shape of local physical trouble which does not amount to q positive prostration, but which bothers you when you want to feel the best. Perhaps 1t Is a sick headache which has been the plague of your life, aNd you appoint some occa- sion of mirth or sociality or usefulness, and when the clock strikes the hour you cannot make your appearance. Perhaps the trouble Is between the ear and the forehead in the shape of a neuralgia twinge. Nobody can see 1t or sympathize with it, but just at the time when you want your intellect clearest and your disposition brightest you feel sharp, keen, disconcerting thrust. "The Lord sent the hornet"
 Perhaps these small insect annoy | mestic irritation. The parlor and the kitchen do not always 'harmonize. To get good service and to keep 1t is one of the great questions of the country. Sometimes 1t may be the arrogance and inconsiderateness of employers; but, whatever be the fact, we all admit there are these insect annoyances winging their way out from the culi- nary department. If the grace of God be not in the heart of the housekeeper, she cannot maintain her equilibrium. The men come home at night and hear the story of these annoyances and say, "Oh, these home troubles are very lit tie thingsp' They are small, small as wasps, but they sting. Martha's nerves were all unstrung when she rushed in asking Christ to scold Mary, and there are tens of thousands of women who are dying, stung to death by these pes tiferous domestic annoyances. ''The Lord sent the hornet"
 These small insect disturbances may also come in the shape of business ir- ritations, There are men here who went through the 24th of September, 1869 and the panics of 1873 and of 1893 without losing their balance who are every day unhorsed by little an noyances-a clerks Ill manners, or blot of ink on bill of lading, or the extravagance of a partner who over draws his account, or the underselling by business rival, or the whispering of store condolences In the street, or the making of some little bad debt which was against your Judgment, but you wanted to please somebody else.
 It is not the panics that kill the mer- chants. Panics come only once in 10 or 20 years. It Is the constant din of these everyday annoyances which is sending so many of our best merchants into nervous dyspepsia and paralysis and the grave. When our national com merce fell flat on its face, these men stood up and felt almost defiant, but their life Is going away now under the swarm of these pestiferous annoy ances, "The Lord sent the hornet"
 Keep on Moving.
 I have noticed in the history of some of my congregation that their annoy ances are multiplying and that they have a hundred where they used to have ten. The naturalist tells us that a wasp sometimes has family of 20,- 900 wasps, and 1t does seem as If ev- cry annoyance of your life broOded million. By the help of God, today I want to show you the other side. The hornet Is of no use? Oh, yes! The nat 4olI to ,t in the worlds economy. They kill spl- ders, and they clear the atmosphere. And I really believe God sends the an- noyances of our life upon us to kill the spiders of the soul and to clear the at- mosphere of our skies.
 These annoyances are sent on us, 1 think, to wake us up from our lethar- gy. There Is nothing that makes a man so lively as nest of yellow jack ets," and I think that these annoy ances are intended to persuade us of the fact that this Is not a world for us to stop in. If we had bed of ev- erything that was attractive and soft and easy, what would we want of heaven? We think that the hollow tree sends the hornet, or we may think that the devil sends the hornet. I want to correct your opinion. "The Lord sent the hornet"
 Then I think these annoyances come on us to cultivate our patience. In the gymnasium you find upright parallel bars with holes over each other for pegs to be put in. Then the gymnast takes a peg in each hand, and he be- gins to climb, one inch at a time or two inches. and getting his strength cultivated, reaches after awhile the ceiling. And it seems to me that these annoyances in life are moral gymna- sium, each worriment peg with which we are to climb higher and high CT in Christian attainment. We all love to see patience, but 1t cannot be culti- vated in fair weather. Patience Is child of the storm. If you had every thing desirable and there was nothing more to get, what would you want with patience? The only time to culti- vate it is when you are lied about and sick and half dead.
 "Oh," you say, If only had the cir cumstances of some well to do man I would be patient too" You might as we'll say, If it were not for this wa ter, would swim," or, T could shoot this gun if it were not for the car. tridge." When you stand chin deep in annoyances Is the time for you to swim out toward the great headlands of Christian attainment, so as to "know Christ and the power of his resurrection and to have fellowship with his sufferings."
 Trust Tn Christ.
 Nothing but the furnace will ever burn out of us the clinker and the slag. I have formed this theory In regard to small annoyances and vexations. It takes just so much trouble to fit us for usefulness and for heaven. The only question is whether we shall take 1t in the bulk or pulverized and granulated. Here Is one man who takes It In the bulk. His back is broken or his eye sight put out, or some other awful ca