Connecticut western news., 1899-10-19

| had bereavement, and instead of be- | ing submissive you are fighting that | bereavement. You charge on the doe | tors who have failed to effect cure, | or you charge on the carelessness of | the railroad company through which 1 the accident occurred. Or you are ! chronic invalid, and you fret and wor-
 ry and scold and wonder why you can | not be well like other people, and you | angrily charge on the neuralgia or the | laryngitis or the ague or the sick headache. The fact Is you are deer
 at bay. Instead of running to the wa | ters of divine consolation and slaking your thirst and cooling your body and ! soul in the good cheer of the gospel and swimming away into the mighty | deeps of Gods love, you are fighting whole kennel of harriers.
 Some time ago I saw in the Adiron- | dacks dog lying across the road, and | he seemed unable to get up, and l said ! to some hunters, What is the matter l with that dog| They answered, "A deer hurt him." and 1 saw he had a great swollen paw and battered head, showing where the antlers struck him. And the probability Is that some Of you might give mighty clip to your pursuers You might damage their business, you might worry them into 1 i'll health, you might hurt them as
 much as they hurt you; but, after all, it is not worth while. You only have hurt a hound. Better be off for the Upper Saranac, into which the noun tains of Gods eternal strength look down and moor their shadows. AS for your physical disorders, the worst strychnine you can take Is fretfulness, and the best medicine is religion. l know people who were only little disordered, yet have fretted them selves into complete valetudinarianism, while others put their trust in God and came up from the very shadow of death and have lived comfortably 25 years with only one lung. A man with one lung, but God with him, is better off than goddess man with two lungs. Some of you have been for long time sailing around Cape Fear when you ought to have been sailing around Cape Good Hope. Do not turn
 back, but go ahead. The deer will ac-
 complish pore with its swift feet than with it's horns.
 There are whole chains of lakes in
 the Adirondacks, and from one height you can see 30 lakes, and there are
 said to be over 800 in the great wilder
 ness. So near are they to each other
 that your mountain guide picks mp and carries the boat from lake to lake,
 the small distance between them for that reason called carry" And the realm of Gods word Is one long chain of bright, refreshing lakes, each prom ise lake, very short carry between them, and, though for ages the pursued have been drinking out of them, they are full up to the top of the green banks, and the same David describes them, and they seem so near together that in three different places he speaks of them as a continuous river, saying, ''There is river the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God;;" '"Thou shalt make them drink of the rivers of thy pleasures;' 'Thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water"
 Re Wise as the Deer.
 But many of you have turned your back on that supply and confront your trouble, and you are soured with your circumstances, and you are fighting so- ciety, and you are fighting pursuing world, and troubles, instead of driv- ing you into the cool lake of heavenly comfort have made you stop and turn round and lower your head, and it is simply antler against tooth. I do not blame you. Probably under the same circumstances I would have done worse. But you are all wrong. You need to do as the reindeer does in Feb ruary and March-it sheds it's horns. The Rabbinical writers allude to this resignation of antlers by the stag when they say of man who ventures his money in risky enterprises he has hung 1t on the stag's horns, and a proverb in the far east tells a man who has foolishly lost his fortune to go and find where the deer shed his horns. My brother, quit the antag- onism of your circumstances, quit misanthropy, quit complaint, quit pitching into your pursuers. Be as wise ae next spring will be the deer of the Adirondacks. Shed your horns.
 But very many of you who are wronged of the world-and if in any assembly between the Atlantic and Pa cific oceans it were asked that all who had been badly treated should raise both their hands, and full response should be made, there would be twice as many hands lifted as persons pres ent-I say many of you would declare, We have always done the best we could and tried to bevuseful, and why
 we become the victims of malignment
 or invalidism or mishap Is inscruta- ble." Why, do you not know that the finer a deer and the more elegant It's proportions and the more beautiful it's bearing the more anxious the hunters and the hounds are to capture 1t?
 Had that roebuck a ragged fur and broken hoofs and an obliterated eye and limping gait the hunters would have said: "Pshaw! Don't let us waste our ammunition on a sick deer" And the hounds would have given a few sniffs of the track and then darted off in another direction for better game. But when they see deer with antlers lifted in mighty challenge to earth and sky, and the sleek hide looks as if 1t had been smoothed by invisible hands, and the fat sides inclose the richest pasture that could be nibbled from the bank of rills so clear they seem to have dropped out of heaven, and the stamp of its foot defies the Jack shoot ing lantern and the rife, the horn and the hound, that deer they will have if they must needs break their neck Ia the rapids. So if there were no noble stuff in your make up, If you were a bifurcated nothing, If you were a for lorn failure, you would be allowed to go undisturbed, but the fact that the whole pack Is in full cry after you is proof positive that you are splendid
 game and worth capturing. Therefore