The Washington weekly post., 1899-06-27

Brtsadier Generals, The sioop says:
More mast more tonnage. more canvas.
oh. that I we're a topsail schooner. or a
full-rigged brig. or CuHErd steamer
And so the world is filed with cries Of
discomfort because We are not willing to
stay Tn the place where God put us and
intended US 10 be. My friends. be not
too proud to do anything God tells you to
do: for the lack OF right disposition In
this respect the world Is strewB with
wandering Hsgars and Ishmasls- God
has given each one of us work 10 do
You carry a scuttle OF coal up that dark
alley. You distribute that Christian tract
You give $1,000 TO the missionary cause
You for fifteen years sit with chronic
rheumatism. displaying the beauty OF
Christian submission. Whatever God calls
you 10, whether u w.u kissing or huZza:
whether TO walk under triumphal arch o.
li:t the s0t out OF the ditch: whether il be
to preach on a Pentecosst or tell some
Sanderer of the street Of the mercy OF
the Christ of Mary Magdalene. whether Ii
De TO weave d garland Tor a laughing child
on spring morning and call her a May
Queen. or 10 comb out the tangled locks
of waif of the street. and cut up one OF
your old dresses 10 fit her out for the
sanCtuary-do IL. and do IL right away
Whether it be a crown OF a woke. do not
tdget. Everlasting EOnors upon those who
do their work. and do their whole work
and are contsnted in the sphere in which
God has put them: while there Is wander
ing. and exile. and desolation. AMI wilder
ness for discontented Hagar and Ishmael
sudden Turn IF Fortunes wheel.
Again. find in this Oriental scene a
lesson of sympathy with woman when she
goes forth trudging in the desert. What
a great change il was for this Hagar!
There was the tent. and all the surround
ings of AbTaham's house. beautiful and
luxurious no doubt. Now she Is going out
into the hot sands OF the desert on. what
a chans2 IL vast 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 had everything
possible TO administer to her happiness
plenty al the table, music in the drawing
room, welcome at the door. Sne IS led
forth into life by some one who cannot
appreciate her. A disslpated soul comes
and takes her out in the desert CrIeltjes
blot out all the lights Of that home circle
hafsn words wear out her spirits The
hlgh nope that shone out over the mar
rage altar while the ring was being set
ana the vows given, and the benedictlon
pronounced. have all faded with the
orange blossoms. and there she is to-day
proken-hearted. thinking of past joys and
uesoiatlon and coming anguish
hasar in the wildernessl
Here is a beautiful homo you carno.
tiIIk OF anything that can b. added N
~. + OF years there has not been the sug-
sesllch OF single trouble Bright ana
happy children I'LL the house with Iaugh-
9 tes ana song. Books to read Pictures to
,,of,,a rooh at Lounges to rest en-. Cup of de-
ntStlc JOY Idll and running over Dark
nlsht drops. Fihow hot Pulses flutter
Tvs close. And the foot whose we'll
known steps on the doorsiu bronght tbe
Thole household out at eventlde CRYING:
.t amer coming! will never sound on
tne doorsEI again. A long, deep grief
?l0Wed through all that brightness of
qCmesuc life. Paradise lost Widowhood
Hagar in the wilderness!
Women la Life's natt,e.
How often is it We see the weak arm
OF woman conscripted for this battle with
the rough world. Who is she, going down
tne street In the early light of the morn
lfg' pale with exhaCsting work, not half
Sept out with the slumbers Of last night
tragedies Of suffering written all over her
lace, her iusterless eyes looking far
aEead, as though for the coming of some
other trouble? Her parents called her
Way, or Bertha, or Agnes, on the day
wien they held her up to the font and
the Christian minister sprinkled on the
ihlants race the washings of a holy bap-
tsm. Her nlme is changed now. / hear
IL IN the shuttle of the woFn-out shoes
see II in the figure of the faded Calico
L fine it In the iineaments of the woe
be6one countenance. Not Mary, nor Ber-
tha, nor Agnes, but Hagar in the wilder
ness. May God have mercy upon woman
In her tolls, her struggles, her hardships.
her desoiation, and may the great heart
of divine sympathy inclose her forever,
Again, L find in this Oriental scene the |
fact that every mother leads forth tre- |
nendous destinies. You say: That Is not |
an unusual scene, a mother leading her |
child by the hand Who is ii that she is |
leadlngE lshmaet, you say, Who is Ish- !
mael2 great nation is 10 lie founded |
ration so strong that 1t is to stand for /
thousands of years against all the armies |
of the world. Egypt and Assyria thunder !
against II, but in vain. Gaulus brings up |
his army, and his army is smitten. Alex |
ander besides upon campaign brings up |
his hosts, and dies. For a long while |
that nation monorolizes the learning of |
the world. 1t is the nation of the Arabs. |
Who founded it? Ishmael. the lad that |
ESgar led into the wilderness. She had i
no Idea she was leading forth such desti- |
MES Neither does any mother. You pass |
along the street and see and pass boys |
and girls who will. yet make the earth |
Hudht with ll4tII
Author Of an Encyclopedia.
"Who is that boy at Sutton Pool. Ply
mouth, England, barefooted, wading down /
into the slush and slime. until his bare
foot comes upon piece of glass and he |
lifts it, bleeding and pain-struck? That
wound in the foot decides that he be sed-
entary in his life; decides that he be a
student. That wound by the glass i'm the
foot Iacilac hat h.. ybau
who shall provide the best religious en-
cyclOpedia the world has ever had pro-
yided, and, with his other writings as well
a light upon the Word of God
such as has come from no other man in
this century. o, mother, mother, that
little hand that wanders over your face |
may yet be lifted TO hurl thunderbolts
Of war or drop benedictions. That little
voice may blaspheme God in the grog-
shop or cry Forward to the Lords
hosts as they go out for their last vie
tory. My mind this morning leaps thirty |
years ahead, and | see a merchant prince
Of one OF our great cities One stroke of
his pen brings ship out Of Canton. An
other stroke OF his pen takes a ship into
Madras. He is mighty in all the money
markets Of the world. Who is he? He
sits on sabbaths beside you in church.
My mind leaps thirty years forward
from this time and / find myself In a re-
lief association. A great multitude Of
Christian women have met together for
generous purpose. There is one woman
n that crowd who seems 10 have the con-
fdence or all the others, and they all
look up to her for her counsel and for
her prayers Who is she? To-day you
ind her in the Sabbath school, while the
teacher tells her OF that Christ who
clothed the naked and fed the hungry and
healed the sick. Ny mind leaps forward
thirty years from now. and ] find myself
IN an African jungle, and there IS a mis-
siCnary OF the cross addressing the ma
ives. and their dusky countenances are
rradlated with the glad tidings OF great
Joy and salvation. Who is he? Did you !
not hear his voice to-day Ia the opening
song OF your church service?
Either Thron. or a Chain.
My mind leaps forward thirty years
rom now. and ! find myself looking
through the wickets Oh prison. see a |
ace SCARED with every crime His chin
IN his open palm. his elbow on his knee
/ picture Of despair. AS / open the
Eicket, he starts and ] hear his chain