The Washington weekly post., 1899-10-17

lance. 70 get a corner on them: or you
have had a bereavement, and instead OF
being submissive. you are fighting that
bereavement; you charge on the doctors,
who have failed 20 effect q cure; or you
charge on the cRrelsssness Of the railroad
company through which the accident oe-
Cured: or you are a chronic invalid. and
you fret and worry and scold. and won
der why you cannot be well Ike other
people. and you angrfly charge on the
neuralgia or the laryngitis or the ague
or the sick headache. The fact is. you
are a deer at bay Instead Of running to
the waters Of divine consolation. and
shaking your thirst. and cnoling your body
and soul in the good cheer OF the gospel,
and swimming away into the mighty
deeps Of Gods love. you ere fighting a
whole kennel Of barriers.
Some time ago / saw in the Adiron-
dacks a dog lying across the road, and he
seemed unable to get Up. and / said TO
some hunters: What is the matter with
that dOgT They answered: A deer hurt
him, and l saw be had a great swollen
paw and a battered head, showing where
The antlers struck him. And the prOba-
bility is thas some of you might give
mighty Clip TO your pursuers. you might
damage their business; you might worry
them into ill-health, you might hUTt JheIn
as much an they hurt you; but, after all.
IL is not worth while. You only have hurt
a hound. Better be OF for the Upper Sar-
anac. into which the mountains OF Cod $
eternal strength look down and moor
their shadows.
ReIIgion The Best Medicine.
"As for your physical disorders, the
worst strychnine you can take is fretful-
ness and the best medicine is religion.
know people who were only a little disor-
dered. yet have fretted themselves into
complete valetudinarianism, while others
put their trust in God. ana came up from
the very shadow of death and have lived
comfortably twenty-five years with only
one lung A man with one lung. but with
God with him, is better off than a God
less man with two lungs. Do not turn
back, but go ahead. The deer will accom-
plish more with its swift feet than with
its 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 500 in the great wilderness. SO
near are they to each other that your
mountain guide picks up and carries the
boat from lake to lake, the small distance
carry And the realm of Gods word Is
one long chain of bright, refreshing lakes;
each promise a 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 continuous river, saying
There is a river the streams whereof
shall make glad the city of Cod; Thou
shalt make them drink of the rivers Of
Thy pleasures Thou greatly enrichest 1t
with the river of God, which is full OF
water.
Fighting the World in Vain.
But many Of you have turned your
back on that supply, and confront your
trouble, and you are soured with your
| circumstances, and yoI are fighting So
ciety, and you are fighting a pursuing
world; and troubles, instead of driving
you into the cCcl lake of heavenly CON-
| fort, have made you stop and turn round
and lower your head, and it is simply
sntler against tooth. | do not blame you.
Probably under the same circumstances
/ would have done worse. But you arc
all wrong. You need to do as the REIN
| deer does in February and March-it
sheds its horns. The rabbinical writers
allude to this resignation of antlers by
the stag when they say OF a man who
ventures his money in risky enterprises.
| he has hung il on the stags 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 antagonism of your
| circumstances, quit misanthropy, quit
| complaint, quit pitching into your pur-
| suers; be as wise as next spring will be
! the deer of the Adirondacks. Shed your
| horns,
But very many of you who are wrong
| ed in the world-and if in any assembly
| between the Atlantic and Pacific oceans
| ii 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 PRESENT. say many of you would
declare, We have always done the best
We could, and tried to be useful, and why
| we become the victims of malignment or
| invalidism, or mishap, is inscrutable.'
| Why, do you not know the finer deer,
| and the more elegant its proportions,
| and the more beautiful its bearing, the
more anxious the hunters and the hounds
| are TO capture lt2 Had that rOebuck a
ragged fur, and broken hoOfs, and an
| obliterated eye, and a 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
| OF IN another direction for better game.
Good Game for the Hunter.
But when they see a deer with antlers
| lifted in mighty challenge to earth and
sky, and the sleek hide looks as if ii 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-shooting lantern and the
/ rife, the horn and the hound, that dee!
they will have if they must needs break
their neck in the rapids. So If there were
no noble stuff in your makeup, if you
were bifurcated nothing, if you were a
fOrlorn failure, you would be allowed Il
go undisturbed; but the fact that the
whole pack is in full cry after you is proof
positive that you are splendid game ana
worth capturing. Therefore sarcasm
draws on you its finest bead' therefore
the world goes cunning for you with its
best Winchester breech-lOader Highest
compliment is it to your talent or yOUl
virtue or your usefulness. You will bs
assailed In proportion TO your great
achievements. The best and the might
lest Being the world ever saw had Sc
POINTING THE WAY.
When brave admiral in war time goes
into an enemy's harbor he knows that
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