The Marlboro democrat. [volume] (Bennettsville, S.C.) 1882-1908, 1901-07-05

ed tho magnificent sum Of SO for the
months work. Esoh Of those dollars
looked 1as largo to mo as tho moon looks
tonight" Wonderful Henry Wilsoni
Duo tiiat wap moi Ills original naDlo. Ho
changed his namo beoauso ho did not
want on him tho blight Of drunken
father. AS tho vioo president stood in
my, pulpit IN Brooklyn, making the last
addrees nc over mado, and commended
tho religion of Christ to tho young mop
OF that CITY | thought to myself, '.You
,oursolf arc tho sublimest spectacle I
ovor saw of victory ovor obstacles.n
For 80 years the wind blow the wrong
way, yot ho did not observe the wind.
but kept right on sowing.
Many Of us who arc now preachers Of
tho gospel or mediosl practitioners or
members of tho bar or merchants or oiti.
z,ns in various kinds Of business had
very poor opportunity at tho start be.
CAUSE VIC had it too oasy-far too easy,
We ncvor appreciated what it is to got
an education because Our fathers or oldcr
brothers paid tho schooling, and we did
not got tho muaolo which nothing but
hard work can develop. l congratulate
you, young man, if to you lifo is strug-
glo. 1t is out Of suoh circumstances
God makos horoos, if thoy arc willing to
DO made. Gut your way through. If it
woIo proper to do 90 and you should
stand in any board Of bank directors, in
any board Of tradc, in any legislature,
state or national, and ask all who were
brought up in luxury and case to lift
thoir hand. hero and thore hand might
bo liftod. But ask those who had an
awful hard timo at tho start to lift thoir
hands, and most Of tho hauds would bo
lift.d. Tho heroes of ohuroh and state
woro not brought up on c)nfootioncry
and oako.
Whether in your life it ia a south
wind or q north wind, aweet wind or an
cast wind, that is now blowing, do you
not foel like saying: This whole sub
joot now decide. Lord God, through
thy Son Jeauo Christ, my Saviour, am
thine forever. | throw mynelf, rockless
Of everything into tho ocean of thy
mercy"
But, says somo one in frivolous
aud rollioking way, II am not like the
farmer you find in your toxt. | do not
watch the wind. What do caro- about
the weather v.nc? / am sowing now"
What arc you sowing, my brothor7 Arc
you sowing OWL habits2 Arc you sowing
intidcl and athcistio boliofs2 Arc you
sowing ha!reds, rovongos, disoonton.s,
uncloan thoughts or unoean actions? Ii
so, you will raiso big crop "A worry big
crop. The farmer sometimes plants
things that do not como up, and ho he's
to plant thom over again. But those
evil things that you have planted will
tako root and come up in harvest Of dis
appointment, in harvest Of pain, in har.
vest Of despair, in harvest Of fire. Go
right through somc Of tho unhappy
homes OF Washington and Now York
and ell Tho cities and through tho hos
pitals and penitentiaries, and you will
find stacked up, pllod together, tho
shcavos Of suoh an awful harvest. Ho
saa, ono Of the first Of all the writing
prophets, although four of tho othor
prophets arc put before him i'll tho oauon
Of Scripture, wrote an astounding mcta-
phor that may be quoted as descriptive
0 those who d, evil: "rhey hsyo sown
tho wind, and thoy snail roap the whirl-
wind. )" Soluo on has said, "Ohildren
m.y bo stranglod, but doods never"
Thoro arc other persons who truthful
ly say: II am doing tho bost can. Tho
clouds arc thick and the wind blows tho
wrong way, but I am sowing prayers
and sowing kind ness and sowing holp-
fulness and sowing hopes of {, bettor
world" Good for you, my brother, my
histoI What, you. plant will como up.
What you SOW you will rise into har-
vest tho wealth Of which you will not
know until you 20 up higher. hcar tho
rustling Of your harvest in tho bright
fields Of heavon. Tho soft galos OF that
land, as thoy pass, bond tho full headed
grain in curves of beauty. 1t is golde en-
in tho light of sun that nover sots. As
You pass in you will not have to GRID on
tho sicklo for tho roapinq, and thoro will
DO nothing to rominds you of weary hus-
bendmon toiling under hot summer sun
on Garth and lying down under tho sha-
dow OF tho tree at noontide, so tired
were they, 80 very tired. No, no; your
harvest will bo roaped without any toll
OF your hands, without any boBwoating
OF your brow. Ohist in ono Of his gcr-
mons told how your harvest will be
gathered whom he said, "Tho rcapora
are the angels"