Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 16 September 1895 — Page 4

A DIVINE COMFOETEIL

GOD WIPES AWAY THE TEARS (3F THE AFFLICTED CHRISTIAN.

Dr, Talmaffo X'rcciclicn on ths Uses of rcavciucnt as a Prcps.vaticn I or the Fc-

tnro Life-—CoiVs I£iii\*iiertS fintl Tender SyMipui-iiy.

NEW YORK.

—-Rev. Dr. Tal-

jnage could nothavo selected f. r.ioro pjropriate subject thau the one of today, considering the bereavement that has come upon him and his household. Le had already prepared his sermon for today, selecting as a topic "Comfort," .and taking as his text, "And God shall "wipe away all tears from their eyes," .Revelation vii, 17.

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Tears of bad nuvj are not kept. Alexander in his sorrow had the hair clipped from his horses aud mules and made a great ado about his grief, but in all the vases of heaven there is not one of Alexander's tears. I speak of the tears of God's children. Alas, me, they are falling all the time! In summer you sometimes hear the growling thunder, and you see there is a storm miles away, "but you know from the drift of the clouds that it will not come anywhere sear you. So, though it may be all bright around about you, there is a shower of trouble somewhere all the time. Tears! Tears!

Tears and I*ans hter.

What is the use of them anyhow? "Why not substitute laughter? Why not snake this a world where all the people are well and eternal stranger's to pain and aches? What is the use of an eastern storm when we might have a perpetual nor'wester? Why, when a family is put together, not have them all stay, or if they must be transplanted to make other homes, then have them all live— 4he family record telling a story of marriages and births, but of no death? Why not have the harvests chase each other without fatiguing toil? Why the hard pillow, the hard crust, the hard struggle? It is

easy

enough to explain a

smile, or a recess, or a congratulation, but come now and bring all your dictionaries, at:rl iII your philosophies, and all your religious, and help me explain a tear. A chemist will tell you that it is made up of salt and lime aud other component parts, but lie misses the chief ingredients—the acid of a soured life, the viperine sting of a bitter memory, i:ho fragments of a broken heart. I will tell you what a tear is. It is agony in solution. Hear, then, while I discourse of the uses of trouble:

First, it it: the design of trouble to keep this workl from being too attractive. Something must be done to make us willing to quit this existence. If it were not for trouble, this world would be a good enough heaven for me. You and I would bo willing to take a lease of this life for 100,000,000 years if there were no trouble. The earth cushioned and upholstered and pillared and chandeliered with such expense, no story of other worlds could enchant us.

We would say: "Let well enough alone. If you want to die and have your body disintegrated in the dust and your soul go out on a celestial adventure, then you can go, but this world is good enough for me!" You might as well go to a man who has just entered the Iiouvre at Paris and tell him to hasten off to the picture galleries of Venice or Florence. '4 Why,'' ho would say,'' What is the use of my going there? There are Rem brand ts and Rubenses and Raphaels here that I haven't looked at yet" No man wants to go out of this world, or out of any house, until he has a better & bouse. To cure this wish to stay here

God must somehow create a disgust for our surroundings. How shall lie do it? Ho cannot afford to deface his horizon, or to tear off a fiery panel from the sunset, or to subtract an anther from the "water lily, or to banish the pungent aroma from the mignonette, or to'drag the robes of tlje morning in mire. .You cannot expect a Christopher Wren to inar his own St. Paul's cathedral, or a Michael Angelo to dash out his own ""Last Judgment," or a £&ndel to discord his "Israel in Egypt," and yon cannot expect God to spoil the architecture and music of his own world. How, then, are wo to be made willing to leave? Here is where trouble conies in.

After a man lms had a good deal of trouble he ',ys: "Well, I am ready to go. If there is a house somewhere whose roof doesn't, leal:, I would like to live there. If there is an atmosphere somewhere that does not distress the lmigs, I would like to breathe it.

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If there is a society somewl tore where there is no tittlo tattle, I would like to li'we there, if there is a home eirclc somewhere where I can lind my lost friends, I would like to go there. Ko cured to read the first part of the Bible chiefly, now ho reads the last part of t!fe Bible ohiefiy. Why has he changed Genesis for Revelation? Ah, he used to be anxious chiefly to know how this •world was made, and all about its geological construction. Now he is chiefly anxious to know how the next world "wau made, and how it looks, and who lhro there, and how they dress. He

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reads Revelation ten times now where he reads Genesis once. The old story, "In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth," does not thrill him half as much as the other story, "I saw a new heaven and a new earth." The cM rrr.n'slir.r?i tre:nbl'?s? *jn he turns over iiiis apocaiyptic leaf, and he has to take out his' handkerchief to wipe his spectacles. That book of Revelation is a proapccius now oi the coautiy into which he is soon to immigrate the country in which he has lots already laid out, arid avenues op'ened, and mansions built

The Ministry of Trouble.

Yet there are people here to whom this world is b"ighter than heaven. Well, dear souls, I do not blame you. It is natural. But after awhile you will be ready to go. It was not until Job had beer, v.-.

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-wheel, and vrliilo a loi'. (l^ lance^from any shelter,there caiuo Milaen shower, and while the rai:i was fullnig in torrents, tlio eu:i was shining tis brightly as I or saw it shine, and I thought •what a beautiful spectacle this is! So the tears of the Bible aro not midnight storm, but rain on pansied prairies in God's sweet and golden sunlight. You remember that bottle which David labeled as containing tears, and Mary's tears, and Paul's tears, and Christ's tears, and the harvest of joy that is to spring from the sowing of tears. God mixes them. God rounds them. God shows them where to fall. God exhales them. A census is taken of them, and there is a record as to the moment when they are born and as to the place of their grave.

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.»t tired of liviu.-: among that ho w.iated to to his ho', ?e. It is tlw ln.jii.siry of to make this world worth less

and heaven worth more. Again, it i.s the u?:e of trouble to make us feel our dependence upon God. Men think that they can do anything until God shows them they can do nothing at all. We lay our great plans, aud wo like to execnio them. It looks big. God comes i'i takes us down. As Prometheus was assaulted by his enemy, when the lance struck him it opened a great swelling that had threatened his death, and he got well. So it is the arrow of trouble that lets out great swellings of pride. We never feel our dependence upon G: 1 vr.itil wo get trouble. I was r!tting with my little child along the road, and she asked if she might drive. !,said, "Certainly." I lnjuded over the reins to her, and I had to admire the. glee with which she dx-ove. But after awhile we meta team and we had to turn out. The road was narrow, and it was sheer down on both sides. She handed the reins over to me and said, "I think you had better take charge of the horse." So we are all children, aud on this road of life we like to drive. It gives one such an appearance of superiority and power. It looks big. But after awhile we meet some obstacle and we have to turn out, and the road is narrow, audit is sheer down on both sides and then we are willing that God should take the reins and drive. Ah, my friends, we get upset so often because we do not hand over the reins soon enough.

After a man has had trouble, prayer is with him a taking hold of the arm of God and crying out for help. I have heard earnest prayers on two or three occasions that I remember. Once, on the Cincinnati express train, going at 40 miles the hour, the train jumped the track, and we were near a chasm 80 feetdeep, and the men who, a few minutes before, had been swearing and blaspheming God, began to pull and jerk at the bell rope and got up on the backs of the seats, and cried out, "O God, save us!"

There was another time, about 800 miles out at sea, on a foundering steamer, after the last lifeboat had been split finer than kindling wood. They prayed then. Why is it you so often hear people, in reciting the last experience of some friend, say, "He made the most beautiful prayer I ever heard?": What makes it beautiful? It is the earnestness of it. Oh! I toll yon, a man is in earnest when his stripped and naked soul wades out in the soundless, shoreless, bottomless ocean of eternity..

A Helpful Father.

It is trouble, niv friend:--, that makes us feel our dependence upon God. We do not know our own weakness or God's strength until the last plank breaks. It is contemptible in nswhen there is nothing else to take hold of that we catch hold of God only. Why, you do not know who the Lord is! He is not an autocrat. seated far up in a palace, from which he emerges once a year, preceded by heralds swinging swords to clear the way. No. But a Father willing, at our call, to stand by us in every crisis and predicament of life. I tell you what some of you business men make me think of. A young man goes off from home to earn his fortune. He goes with his mother's consent and benediction. She has large wealth, but he wants to make his own fortune. He goes far away, falls sick, gets out of money. He sends for the hotel keeper where he is staying, asking for lenience, and the answer he gets is, "If you don't pay up Saturday night, you'll be removed to the hospital.''

The young man sends to a comrade in the same building. No help. He writes to a banker who was a friend of his deceased father. No relief. He writes to an old schoolmate, but gets no help Saturday night comes, and he is moved to the hospital.

Getting there, ho is frenzied with grief, and he borrows a sheet of paper and a postage stamp, and he aits down, and ho writes home, saying: "Dear mother, I am sick unto death. Come." It is ten miriutes-of Kkli'cloek when she gets the letter. At 10 o'clock the train start ?.. She is five minutes from the depot. She gets there in time to have five minutes to spare. She wonders why a train that can go 30 miles an hour cannot go 00 miles an hour. She rushes into the -hospital. She says: "My son, what docs all this mean? Why didn't you send for me? You sent to everybody but me. You knew I could and would help you. Is this the reward I get for my kindness to you always?" She bundles him up, takes him homo aud gets h..m well very soon. Now, somo of you troat God just as that young man treated his mother. When you get into a financial perplexity, you call on the banker, you call on the broken you call on your creditors, you call on your lawyer for legal counsel you 2all upon everybody, and when you cannot get any help, then you go to God. You say: "O, Lord, I come to thee. Help me now out of my perplexity."

And the Lord comes, though it is the sloranth hour. He says: "Why did you aotwend for me before? As one whom ais,mother comforteth, so will I comfort fetXIw ,, ...

you." It is to throw us back upon God that we have this ministry of tears., Tiie

Office

of Sympathy.

Again, it is tl^o use of trouble to capacitate us for fhe office of sympathy. The priests, under the old dispensation, were sel! wt

kled upon their hands, feet and head, and by the sprinkling *o£ tears people are now bet apart to rlio office of sympathy.

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to have a great many young people around us, and wo laugh whey they laugh, and we romp when they romp, and we sing when they sing but when we have trouble we like plenty of old folks around. Why? They know how to talk.

Take an aged mother, 70 years of age, and she is almost omnipotent in comfort. Why? She has been through it all. At 7 o'clock in the morning she goes over to comfort a young mother who has just lost her Labe. Grandmother knows all about that trouble. Fifty years ago she felt it. At 12 o'clock of that day she goes over to comfort a widowed soul. She knows all about that. She has been walking in that dark valley 20 years. At 4 o'clock in the afternoon some one knocks at the door, wanting bread. She knows all about that Two or three times in her life she came to her last loaf. At 10 o'clock that night she goes over to sit up with some one severely sick. She knows all about it. She knows all about fevers and pleurisies and broken bones. She" has been doctoring all her life, spreading plasters and pouring out bitter drops and shaking up hot pillows and contriving things to tempt a poor appetite. Drs. Abernethv and Rush and Hosackand Harvey were great doctors, but the greatest doctor the world ever saw is an old Christian woman. Dear me! Do we not remember her about, the room when wo were sick in our boyhood? Was there any one who could ever so touch a sore without hurting it?

Where did Paul get the ink with which to write his comforting epistle? Where did David get the ink to write his comforting Psalms? Where did John get the ink to write his comforting Revelation? They got it out of their own tears. When a man has gone through the curriculum and has taken a course of dungeons and imprisonments and shipwrecks, he is qualified for the work of sympathy

When I began to preach, my sermons on the subject of trouble were all poetic and in semiblank verse, but God knocked the blank verse out of me long ago and I have found out that I cannot comfort people except as I myself have been troubled. God make me the son of consolation to the people! I would rather be the means of soothing one perturbed spirit today than to play a tune that would set all the eons of mirth reeling in the dance.

I am an herb doctor. I put into the caldron the root out of dry ground, without form or comeliness. Then I put in the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valley. Then I put into the caldron some of the leaves from the tree of life and the branch that was thrown into the wilderness Marah. Then I pour in the tears of Bethany and Golgotha then I stir them up. Then I kindle under the caldron afire made out of the wood of the cross, and one drop of that potion will cure the worst sickness that ever afflicted a human soul. Mary and Martha shall receive their Lazarus from the tomb. The damsels shall rise. And on the darkness shall break the morning and God will wipo all tears from their eyes.

Jesus had enough trial to make him sympathetic with all trial. The shortest verse in the Bible tells the story, "Jesus wept." The scar on the back of his either hand, the scar on the arch of either foot, the row of scars along the line of the hair, will keep all heaven thinking. Oh, that Great Weeper is just the one to silence all earthly trouble, wipe out all stains of earthly grief. Gentle! Why, his step is softer than the step of the dew. It will not be a tyrant bidding you to hush up your crying. It will be a father who will take you on his left arm, his face beaming into yours, while with the soft tips of the fingers of th^right hand he shall wipe away all teafs from your eyes.

Homesick For Heaven.

Friends, if we could get any appreciation of what God has in reserve for us, it would make us so homesick we would be unfit for our everyday work. Professor Leonard, formerly of Iowa university, put in my hand a meteoric stone, a stone thrown off from some other world to this. How suggestive it was to me! And I have to tell you the best representations we have of heaven aro (July aerolites flung off from that world which rolls on bearing the multitudes of the redeemed. We analyze these aerolites and find them crystallizations of tears. No wonder, flung off from heaven "God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes."

Have you any appreciation of the good and gloriovis times your friends aro having in heaven? How different it is when they get news there of a Christian's death from what it is here! It is the difference between embarkation and coming into port. Everything depends upon which side of the river you stand when you hear of a Christian's death. If you stand on this side of the river, you mourn that they go. If you stand on the other side of the liver, you rejoice that they come. Oh, the difference between a funeral on earth and a jubilee in heaven—between requiem here and triumph there—parting here and reunion there! Together! Have you thought of it? They aro together. Not one of

your

departed friends in one land

incl another in another land, but to|ether, in different rooms of the same louse—the house of many mansions. Together!

I never more appreciated that thought tliai^ when we laid away in her last eluriiber my sister Sarah. Standing there in the village cemetery, I ^olced around and said, "There is fatner, there is mother, there is grandfather, there is grandmother, there are whole oircles kindred," and thought to myself, '"to

gether in the grave—togetheringlory." I am so impressed with the thought that 1 do not thisik it is any fanaticism when some one is going from this world to the next if you make them the bearer of dispatches to your friends who ^je goae, s^yir^, "Give my iuve to my parents, give my love to my children, give my love to mv old comrades who are in glory, and tell them I am /ing to iigjht... the .good fignt ot faith and I will join them after awhile." I believe the message will ho delivered, and I bcli-ev* will increase the gladness of those "tfho are before the throne. Together aro they, all their tears gone.

My friends, take this good cheer home with you. These tears of bereavement that course your cheek, and of persecution, aud of trial, are not always to be there. The motherly hand of God will wipe them all away What is the use, on the way to such a consummation— what is the use of fretting about anything? Oh, what an exhilaration it ought to be in Christian work! See you the pinnacles against the sky? It is the city of our God, and we are approaching it Oh, let us be busy in the days that remain for us!

I put this balsam on the wounds of your heart Rejoice at the thought of what your departed friends have got rid of, and that you have a prospect of so soon making your own escape. Bear cheerfully the ministry of tears, and exult at the thought that soon it is to be ended. There wo shall march vm the heavenly street And ground our arms at Jesus' feet.

He Doesn't Like Bloomers.

A farmer in Delaware county has put his conservative sentiments on record by affixing to a tree on his premises a notice that "any idiot of the now woman species found riding or walking on theso premises will be arrested.'' Interviewed as to his precise meaning, Agricola declares that by "any idiot of the new woman species" he means "oneof* these^fools in bloomer costume on a wheel." Three things, then, are necessary to expose a woman to his menace: (1) She must be a fool, (2) in bloomers, (8) on a wheel. It will be open to any woman against whom the rustic undertakes to operate his terrors to plead that she was not intended by the injunction, because she was not on a wheel, was not in bloomers or was not a fool, and the burden of proof will then rest upon the farmer. It seems that his specific grievance against the new woman is that she scares his horse, but it would not bo practicable to produce the horse before the justice of the peace and to note the effect on him of the culprit. Meanwhile the best course of a woman who doubts whether she is an idiot of the new woman species is to keep off the old man's land.—New York Times.

King of Dahomey In Exile.

That interesting king in exile, Behanzin of Dahomey, seems to accommodate himself fairly well, by all accounts, to circumstances in his enforced residence at Fort do France in the French posses sion of Martinique. A traveler who vis ited him only the other day describes him as having been surrounded by his wives and daughters, according to the etiquette of his country. He stood in the highroad and was about to return to his quarters. In answer to a salutation from his visitor the black monarch made a profound bow. Up to the present time, it seems, he has learned very little of the language of Iris captors. He only knows a dozen words or so of French. However, ho contrived to convey the information that he considered the surrounding country very pretty and that ho and his suit were in good health and spirits. He is extremely fond of European music and never neglects an opportunity of listening to the playing of the band of French marines. The road to his residence is a steep one and covered with loose stones. It i'.i about. 20 minutes' walk from tho harbor, whero a French man of war, the Duquesne, is stationed. —London News. *,

Cheating In Erldje Unilillng. A surprising discovery has resulted from tho investigation made of tho piers of the aqueduct bridge over the Potomac river, which is crossed daily by people from air parts of the United States on their way to the National cemetery at Arlington. While makiu'g excavations down to solid rock, witli a view to improving the defective pier, it was found the old masonry had not started from solid rock, but upon riprap stone, apparently thrown in without removing the debris upon this rock. Above this insecure foundation the masonry wa* of the poorest quality imaginable, and the wonder is that the bridge did not collapse years ago. Stones were apparently put in as they came from the quarry, without the slightest reference to being set on end, and few traces of mortar or cementing material were found. A project for removing a J. defective parts of the pier will be prepared, with au estimate of cost, wkieii will be submitted to the j^ifty-fourth congress.—Washington Letter.

A liioyelo Tragedy.

Battersea park was last week tho scene of a bicyclo tragedy unsurpassed in its cycling annals. A lady, famous for tho smartness of her appearance, rode into the park behind an L. J. C). water cart, aud, finding tho road inconveniently crowded, continued to pedal slowly along behind that vehicle, which, it is needless to say, was not in active operation. Suddenly tho driver applied his foot to the lever, aud out spouted tho water. Tho lady tried to turn quickly, but her bicyclo slipped on tho wet road, and down she caruo in such a position as to obtain the full benefit of tho cold water douche. A pedestrian, horrified at the accident, shouted to the driver, who at once brought tho cart to a standstill. This only made matters worse, fo», being absolutely*unconscious of what had happened, he continued to keep tho water pouring on hie victim, and several tec&nds ^lapsed before the snormity of his offense could be explained to him.—London World.

GEMS IN VERSE.

Scorn.

Who are the men that good men most despise? Not they who. ill begot and spawned in shame, Riot and rob stnd rot before men's eyes, tho L-jusely live., nnd, dyinK, ieav« no name. These ar« the piteous refuse of mankind. 'Fatal tlie ascendant star when they were bom, Distort in bo !y, starved in soul and mind.

Ah, not for them the good mail's bitter scorn 1 He only is the despicable one Who lightly sells his honor as a shield For fawning knaves to hide them from the sun.

Too nice for crime yet, coward, ho doth yield For crime a shelter. Swift to paradise The contrite thief, not Judas with his price 1 —Richard Watson Gilder.

Days Gone By.

Oh, the days gone by 1 Oh, the days gone by! The apple in the orchard and tho pathway through tho rye, The chirrup of the robin, and the whistle of the quail As he piped across the meadows, swret. as nny nightingale. When the bloom w:\y, on tho clover und the blue was in tin-

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the olden, golden glory of the days gone by. —James Whitccmb Kiley.

Sunset In tlie City.

Above tho town a monstrous wheel is turning, With glowing spokes of red, Low in the west its fiery axle burning,

And, lost amid the spaces overhead, A vague white moth, the moon, is fluttering.

Above the town an azure sea is flowing, 'Mid long peninsulas of shining sand From opal pearl the moon is growing,

Dropped like a shell upon, the changing strand.

Within the town the streets grow etrangc and haunted, And dark against tho western lakes of green The buildings change to temples, und unwonted

Shadows and sounds creep in where day has been.

Within the town the lamps of sin are flaring, Poor foolish men that know not what ye are! Tired traffic still upon his feet is faring—

Two lovers meet and kiss and watch a star. —Richard Le Gallienne.

Practicing.

Ten little troublesome fingers, Ten little linger nails, Pattering on the piano,

Scattering over the scales, Clicking and clacking and clattering

Each

in the other one's way.

What, trying and sighing and crying To teach little children to playl

To play? I call it working, When ten littles lingers like mine Are bumping and clumping and thumping,

And never will fall into line. They amble and tumble and stumble They trip, and they skip, and they hop, And just when the music is gayest

They como to an obstinate stop. —St. Nicholas.

Mary Smith.

Asvay down east, where I was reared, among my Yankee kith There used to live a pretty girl whoso name was Mary Smith, And though it.'s many years since I last saw that pretty girl, And.thor.gh I fwl I'm sadly worn by western strife and whirl, Still oftentimes I think aboilt the old familiar place, Which oftentimes seemed the brighter for

Miss Mary's pretty face,

And in my heart I feel once more revivified the glow I used to feel in those old times when I was

Mary's beau.

Oil Friday night I'd drop around to make my weekly call, And though I came to visit her I'd have to see 'em all. With Mary's mother sitting here, and Mary's father there, Tho conversation never flagged, so faros I'm aware. Sometimes I'd hold her worsted, sometimes we'd play at games, Sometimes dissect the apples which we named each other's names. Oh, how I loa tlied the shrill toned clock that told me when to go! •Twas ten o'clock at half past eight when I was

Mary's beau.

And Mary, should .these lines of mine seek out your hiding place, God grant the ring the old sweet smile back to your pretty face God grant they bring you thoughts of me, not as I am today, With faltering step and dimming eyes and aspect grimly gray, But thoughts that picture me as fair and full of life and glee As wo were in the olden time—as j'ou shall always be. Thinlc of me ever, Mary, as the boy you used to know When time was fleet and life was sweet and I was Mary's beau. ,, —Eugene Field.

A Warring to Women.

We can bear with the woman of science. And the devotee, too, of art. On the follower after fashion

We cannot, quite close our heart. We can pardon, perehanc-e, the weakness Of the woman who always brags, But we haven't a mite of patienco

With the. awful woman who nags.

Tho woman who scolds us soundly At once and then is done, Who wants her say and who says it

In spite of every one— That woman may bo a terror And a butt for witty wags, But we'd rather risk her ts-urpor

Than the awful woman who nags.

Oh, yo women wi.-e, take warning, If in peace with men ywi'd live, II you'd keep their fond alTi etions,

Sin tlie sitis they ca|f l'orgm If you're fretty, their allegiance They'll transfer to other flags For a homo is just a hades

Whero an awful woman nags. —Susie

M. Boot.

"I'creliMiiee to Dream."

I am so weary, yet I i'ear to sleep. How hard it seems to lose myself—to go To that' strange world where tyrant Dreams holds ruL—

Where I may kill my friend or wod my foo. —Margaret Oilman George.

Call not pain's teaching punishment. Tho fire That lights a soul, even while it torturer, blesses. Tho sorrow that unmakes some old desire, ft.nd on tho same foundation builds a higher, 3ath more than joy l'or him who acquiesces. —Amolio Hives Oh&nlsr.

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