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THE LEDGER: GAFFNEY, 8. C., MARCH 24. 1898.
WEARY WAYFARERS. <™'
V/ULLS OF COMFORT IN UNEXPECTED
PLACES.
Dr. Talniacr Draws Some Stirring Lessons
From the Story of Uugar autl Ishtnael
In the Desert—FiuilliiK and Koeplut; Onr
1‘roper Stations lu Life.
^Copyright. 1833, by American Prcea Asso
ciation.]
Washington, March 20.—This di. -
course of Dr. Taliua^u draws from an
oriental sc-tio some stirriuy lessous nud
poiut.s to wells of conilcrt iu uucxpected
places: test, Genesis xxi, 19, “AndGod
opened her eyes, and sho saw a well of
water, and she went and filled the bot
tle with water and gave the lad drink. ”
Morning breaks upon Deershcba.
There is an early stir iu the house of
old Abraham. There has been trouble
among the domestics. Hagar, an assist
ant in the household, and her sou, a
brisk lad of 1G years, have become im
pudent and insolent, and Sarah, the
mistress of the household, puts her foot
down very hard and says that they will
have to leave the premises. They are
packing up now. Abraham, knowing
that tbo journey before his scivaut and
her son will to very long and acrof c
desolate places, in the kindness of his
heart sets about putting up some bread
and a bottle with water in it. It is a
very plain lunch that Abraham pro
vides, but I warrant you there would
have been enough of it had they not lost
their way. “God bo with you, ” said
old Abraham as ho gave the lunch to
Hagar and a good many charges as to
how she should conduct the journey.
Ishmael, the boy, I suppose, bounded
away iu the morning light. Boys al
ways like a change. Poor Ishmael! Ho
has no idea of the disasters that are
ahead of him. Hagar gives one long,
lingering look on tho familiar place
where sho had spent so many happy
days, each scene associated with the
pride and joy of her heart, young Ish
mael.
The scorching noon comes on. The air
is stifling and moves ncross the desert
with insufferable suffocation. Ishmael,
the boy, begins to complain and lies
down, but Hagar rouses him up, saying
nothing about her own weariness or the
sweltering heat, for mothers can endure
anything. Trudge, trudge, trudge.
Crossing the dead level of the desert,
how wearily and slowly tho miles slip!
A tamarind that seemed hours ago to
stand ouly just a little ahead, inviting
the travelers to come under its shadow’,
now is as far off as ever, or seemingly
so. Night drops upon tho desert, and
tho travelers are pillowloss. Ishmael,
very weary, I suppose, instantly falls
asleep. Hagar os tho shadows of tho
night
begin
to lap over each other—
Hagar hugs her weary boy to her bosom
and thinks of tho fact that it is her
fault that they are in the desert. A star
looks out, and every falling tear it
kisses with a sparkle. A wing of wind
comes over the hot earth and lifts tho
locks from tho fevered brow of the boy.
Hagar sleeps fitfully and i her dreams
travels over tho weary lay and half
awakes her sou by cryii g out in her
sleep: “Ishmael! Ismael! ’
Lust In the Desert.
And so they go on day after day and
night after night, for they have lost
their way. No path in the shifting
sands, no sign in tho burning sky. Tho
sack empty of the flour, tho water gone
from tho bottle. What shall she do? As
sho puts her fainting Ishmatd under a
stunted shrub of tbo arid plain she sees
the bloodshot eye and feels the hot
hand and watches the blood bursting
from tho cracked tongue, and there is a
shriek in the desert of Becrsheba: “Wo
shall diet Wo shall die!” Now, no
mother was ever made strong enough
to hear her con cry in vain for a drink.
Heretofore sho had cheered her boy by
promising a speedy Cui of tho journey
even smiled upon Uni when she
felt desperately enough. Now there is
nothing to do but place him under a
shrub and let him die. Khe had thought
that she would sit there and watch
til the spirit of her boy would gd away
forever, and then she WVUld breathe out
her own life oil bis fcDtut heart But us
the boy brtilntt tn claw his tougue in
agony of thirst and struggle iu distor
tion and begs bis mother to slay him
sho cannot endure the spectacle. She
puts him uuder a shrub and goes off a
bowshot aud begins to weep until all
the desert seems sobbing, and her cry
strikes clear through the heavens, an^
an angel of God comes out on a cl ^od
and looks down upon tho spelling
grief and cries, “Hagar, wb 4 t aileth
thee?” Sho looks up aud tb R ge ,. s tba
angel pointing to a well *,r water, where
she fills the bottle for tho lad. Tkank
God! Thank God!
I learn froi^ this oriental scenb, in
the first plr.oe, what a sad thing it is
when per pie do not know their placo
tui'l '^et too proud for their business.
Hr.gar was an assistant in that house
hold, but she wanted to rule there. Sho
ridiculed aud jeered until her sou Ish
mael got tho same tricks. She dashed
out her own happiness and threw Sarah
Into a great fret, and if she hud staid
much longer iu that household sho
would have upset calm Abraham’s
equilibrium. My friends, one-half of
the trouble in the world today comes
from the fact that people do not know
their place, or, finding their place, will
not stay iu it. When we come into the
world, tlrcre is always a place ready for
us. A place for Abraham. A place for
Sarah. A placo for Hagar. A place for
Isbmuel. A place for you and a place
for mo.
Find Vonr Sphere.
Our first duty is to find oqr sphere,
our sccoud is to keep it. \Vo may be
born in a sphere far off from the one
for which God finally intends us. Six
tus V was born on the low ground and
was a swineherd; God culled him up to
wave a scepter. Ferguson spent his
early days iu looking after sheep; God
culled him up to look after stars and be
a shepherd watching th« flocks of lights
on the hillsides of heavea Hogarth be-
engraving prwtcr pots; God
to stand in tho enchanted
realm of a painter. The shoemaker’s
bench held Bloomfield for a little while,
but God raised him to sit iu tho chair
of a philosopher aud Christian scholar. ;
Tho seup boiler of Loudon could net |
keep his son iu that business, for God
hud decided that Hawley was to be one
of the greatest astronomers of England.
On tho other baud, wo may bo born
in a sphere a little higher than that for
which God intends us. We may bo boru
iu a castle, aud play in a costly con
servatory, aud fee 1 hirjh bred pointers,
aud angle for goldfish iu artificial ponds,
and be familiar with princes, yet God
may Letter have fitted us for a carpen
ter’s shop, or dentist’s forceps, or a
weaver’s shuttle, or a blacksmith's
forge. The groat thing is to find just
the sphere for which God intended us,
and thou to occupy that sphere aud oc
cupy it forever. Hero is a man God
fashioned to make a plow. There is a
man God fashioned to make a constitu
tion. Tho man who makes tho plow is
just as honorable as tho man who makes
the constitution. There is a woman who
was made to fashion a robe, and yonder
is one intended to be a queen and wear
it. It seems to me that in the one case
as iu the other God appoints the sphere,
■'■■■* *’-7 ♦tec’l" is just as respectable iu
bis sight us the su pier. I do not kuovv
but that the world would lour ago have
been saved if some of the out of
the miuistry were iu it and some cf
those who a.-o in it were out of it. I
really think that one-half the world
may bo divided into two quarters—these
who have not found their sphere and
those who having feund it are net will
ing to stay there. How many are strug
gling f< r a position a little higher than
that which God intended them! The
bondswoman wants to bo mistress. Ha
gar keeps crowding Sarah. The small
wheel of a watch which beautifully
went treading its golden pathway wants
to bo tho balance wheel, aud the spar
row with chagrin drops into tho brook
b< cause it cannot, like the eagle, cut a
circle uuder tho sun.
Too Many Leader*.
In tbo Lord’s army wo all want to be
brigadier generals. Tho sloop says:
“More mast, more tonnage, more can
vas. Oh, that I were a topsail schooner
cr a full rigged brig or nCuuard steam
er!’’ And so tho world is filled with
cries of discontent, because wo aro not
willing to stay iu tbo place where God
put us and intended us to be. My
friends, bo noc too proud to do anything
God ti 11s you to do. For the lack of a
right disposition iu this respect tho
world is s.rewu with wandering Hagers
aud Isbiuaels. God has given each one
of us a work to do. Yon carry a scuttle
of coal up that dark alley. You distrib
ute that Christian tract. You give -
000 to the missionary cause. You for la
years sit with chronic rheumatism, dis
playing the beauty of Christian submis
sion. WhateverGod callsyouto, wheth
er it win hissing or huzza, whether to
walk under triumphal arch or lift the
sot out of tho ditch, whether it bo to
preach on a Pentecost or tell some wan
derer of the street of the mercy of tho
Christ of Mary Magdalene, whether it
be to weave a garland for a laughing
child on n spring morning and call her
a May queen or to comb out tho tangled
locks of a waif of the street and cut up
one of your old dresses to fit her out for
the sanctuary, do it, and do it right
away. Whether it be a crown or yoke,
do not fidget. Everlasting honors upon
those who do their work aud do their
whole work and are contented in the
sphere iu which God has put them,
while there are wandering and exile aud
desolation and wilderness for discon
tented Hagar and Ishmael!
Again, I find in this oriental scene a
lesson of sympathy with woman when
sho goes forth trudging iu the desert.
What a great change it was far this
Hagar! There were the teat and all tho
—r uudings rf AV”" 1 :'’”’’ 1 ’’ beau*
and luxurious, Lo doubt. Now sliO
is g< iug out into the hot sands of the
deseit. Oh, what a change it was! And
in ocr dc.y we oGeu tee tbe wheel of
iani. Hero is some one who
lived iff the very bright ho^e W * jjpj.
ft* nad every thing po*fciWfj to
administer to her happiuece*~.J*|i*ljty at
tbo trblo, music in the dvAWYng room,
welcome at the door. MW led forth
Into life by fcome cWt* 'who c-onot ap
preciate her. A d^Ss-ipatcd soul comes
and tries Imr Wt in the desert. Cruel
ties plot nut ail the lights of that homo
f ,itcl<j. Harsh words wear out her spir
its. The high hope that shone out over
tbe marriage altar while tho riir< was
being set aud tho vows given and the
benediction pronounced have all faded
with the orange blossoms, and there sho
is today, broken hearted, thinking of
past joys and present desolation and
coming anguish. Hagar in tho wilder
ness!
Here is a beautiful home. You cannot
think of anything that cun bo added to
it. For years there has not been the
suggestion of a single trouble. Bright
and happy children fill the house with
laughter and song. Books to read. Pic
tures to look at. Lounges to rest on.
Cup of domestic joy full and running
over. Dark night drops. Pillow hot.
Pulses flutter. Eyes close. Aud tho foot
whoso well known steps on tho doorsill
brought tho whole household out at
eventide crying, “Father’s coming 1“
will never sound on tho doorsill again.
A long, deep grief plowed through all
that brightness of domestic life. Para
dise lost. Widowhood. Uugur in the
wilderness.
How often is it we see tho weak arm
of woman conscripted for this battle
with the rough world. Who is she, go
ing down the street in tho early light
of tho morning, pale with exhausting
work not half slept out with tho slum
bers of last night, tragedies of suffering
written all over her face, her lusterless
eyes looking fur ahead, as though tor
the coming of some other trouble? Her
parents called her Mary, or Bertha, or
Agues on tho day when they held her
up to the font aud the Christian minis
ter sprinkled on tho infant’s faco tho
washings of a holy baptism. Her name
!
is changed now. I hear it in the sbuffe
of tho weruout ^hocs. 1 see it in the
figure of tbo faded calico. I find it in
the lineaments of the woo begone coun
tenance. Not Mary, nor Bertha, nor
Agues, but Hagar iu tbe wilderness.
May God have m rcy upon woman lu
her toils, her struggles, her hardships,
her desolation, and may the great heart
of divine sympathy inclose her forever!
Ki-HpouiobilU)' of M other hood.
Again, I find iu this oriental scene
the fact that every mother leads forth
tremendous destinies.
You say, “That isn't an unusual
scene—a mother leading h> r child by
tho baud." Who is it that she is lead
ing? Ishmael, you say. Who is Ish
mael? A great nation is to bo founded
—a cation so strong that it is to stand
for thousands of years against all tho
armies of the world. Egypt aud Assyria
thunder against it, but iuvain. Gaulus
brings up his army, and his army is
smitten. Alexander decides upon a cam
paign, brings up his hosts and dies.
For a loug while that nation monopo
lizes the learning of the world. It is the
nation of the Arabs. Who founded it?
Ishmael, the lad that Hagar led into tho
wilderness. She had no idea sho was
leading forth such destinies. Neither
does any mother. You pass aloug tho
street and see aud pass boys and girls
who wilj ^rct make tho earth quake
with their influence.
Who is that boy at Sutton pool, Plym
outh, England, barefooted, wading
down into tho slush aud slime until his
bare foot comes upon a piece of glass,
and ho lifts it blccdiug aud paiu struck:
That wound in the foot decides that Le
be sedentary in bis life; decides that he
be a student. That wound by the glass
iu the foot decides that he .sh -.!) bo John
Kitto, who shall piovido tho best reli
gious encyclopedia the world has ever
bad provided aud, with his other writ
ings as well, throwing a light upon tho
word of God such ls has come from no
other man in this century. Uh. mother,
mother, that littlf hand that wanders
over your face may yet he lifted to hurl
thunderbolts of war or drop benedic
tions! That little voice may blaspheme
God in tho grogshop or cry “For
ward!’’to the Lord’s hosts as they go
out for their last victory. My mind this
morning leaps 30 years ahead, and I
see a merchant prince of New York.
One stroke of his pen brings a ship out
of Cauton. Another stroke of his pen
brings a ship into Madras. Ho is mighty
iu all the money markets of tho world.
Who is he? Ho sits on Sabbaths beside
you in church. My mind leaps 30 years
forward from this time, aud I find my
self iu a relief association. A great mul
titude of Christian women have met to
gether for a generous purpose. There is
ouo woman iu that crowd who seems to
have the confidence of all tho others,
aud they all look up to her for her
counsel and for her prayers. Who is
she? This afternoon you will find her in
tho Sabbath school, while the teacher
tells her of that Christ who clothed the
naked and fed the hungry aud healed
the sick. My mind leaps forward 30
years from now, and I find myself in
an African jungle, and there is a mis
sionary of the cross addressing tbo na
tives, and their duwky countenances are
irradiated with the glad tidings of
great joy and salvation. Who is he?
Did you not bear his voice today in tho
opening song of your church service?
My mind leaps forward 30 years from
now, and I find myself looking through
the wickets of a prison. I see a face
scarred with every crime. His chin ou
his open palm, his elbow ou his knee, a
picture of despair. As I open the wicket
be starts, and I hear his chain clank.
The juilkeeper tells me that be has
been iu there now three times—first for
theft, then for arson, now for murder.
He steps ujion the trapdoor, tho rone Is
fastened to his neck, tho plunk falls,
his body swings into the air, his soul
swings off into eternity. Who is ho and
where i« h<-? This afternoon playing
kite ou the city common. Mother, you
are now hoisting a throne or forging a
chain, you are kindling a
8“'^ a rtnn jeon!
A Ohristlan biotke? a good P'uny
years ago sat teaching lessons of Teligion
to her chiM, and ho drank Hi those les
sons. She toever knew Vbat Lampbier
would coFiC forth aud establish the Ful
ton street prayer meeting, aud by ouo
meeting revolutionize tbe devotions of
the whole earth aud thrill tho eternities
with his Christian influence. Lamphier
said it was his mother who brought
him to Jesus Christ. She never had an
idea that she was leading forth such
destinies. Hut, oh, wiien I see a mother
reckless of her influence, rattling ou
toward destruction, garlanded for tbo
sacrifice with unseemly mirth and god-
lessneus, dancing on down to perdition,
taking her children in tho same direc
tion, preparing them for a life of frivoli
ty, a death of shame aud an eternity of
disaster, I cannot help but say: “There
they go! There they go; Hagar aud Ish
mael !’ I tell you there are wilder des
erts than Beersheba iu many of the
fashionable circles of this day. Dissi
pated parents leading dissipated chil
dren. Avaricious parents leading avari
cious children. Prayerless parents lead
ing prayorluss children. They go through
every street, up every dark alley, into
every cellar, along every highway. Ha
gar and Ishmael! Aud while I pronounce
their names it seems like the moaning
of the desert wind, “Hagar and Ish
mael 1”
A Well la Every Wllderneae.
I learn one more lesson from this
oriental scene, and that is that every
wilderness has a well iu it. Hagar and
Ishmael gave up to die. Hagar’s heart
sunk within her us she heard her child
crying: “Water! Water! Water!”
“Ah," sho says, “my darling, there is
no water. This is a desert. “ And then
God’snngul said from thecload, “What
aileth thee, Hagur?" And she looked
up aud saw him pointing to a well of
water, where she filled tho bottle for
tbe lad. Blessed be God, that there is
lu every wilderness a well, if you only
know how to find it—fountains for all
these thirsty souls. On that last day, on
that great day of the feast. Jesus stood
and cried, "If any man thirst, let him
come to me and drink. ” All these other
fountains yon find are mere mirages of
tho desert. Paracelsus, you kuow, spent
his time in trying to find out tho elixir
of life—a liquid which if taken would
keep one perpetually young in this
world aud would change the aged back
again to yovrth. Of course he was dis
appointed. Ho found not tho elixir
But here I tell yon of tho elixir of ever
lasting life bursting from tho "Rock of
Ages,” and that drinking that water
you shall never get old, aud you will
never be sick, and you will never die.
“Ho, every one that thirstetb, come yo
to the waters.” Ah, here is a man who
says, “I have been looking for that
fountain a great while, but can’t find
it.” And here is some one else who
says, “I believe all you say, but I have
been trudging along iu the wilderness
and can’t find tho fountain.” Do you
know the reason? I will tell yon. You
never looked in tho right direction.
"Oh,” you say, “I have looked every
where. I have looked north, south, cast
and west, and I haven’t found tbe foun
tain.” Why, yoaar? not looking in tho
right directiofl at all.
Look up, where Hagar looked. She
never would have found the fountain at
all, but when sho heard tbe voice of the
angel sho looked up, aud she saw the
finger pointing to tbe supply. Aud, O
soul, if today with one earnest, intense
prayer you would only look up to
Christ ho would point you down to tbo
supply iu the wilderness. “Look unto
me, all yo cuds of tbe earth, nud bo yo
saved, for I am God, aud there is none
els,y!” Look! Look, as Hagar looked!
Yes, there is a well for every desert
of bereavement. Looking over any audi
ence I notice signs of mourning and
woe. Have you found consolation? Oh,
man bereft, ob, woman bereft, have you
found consolation? Hearso after hearse.
Wo step from ouo grave hillock to an
other grave hillock. We follow corpses,
ourselves soon to be like them. The
world is in mourniug for its dead.
Every heart has become the sepulcher of
some buried joy. But siug ye to God!
Every wilderness bus a well iu it, aud
I come to that well today, ami I begin
to draw water for you from that well.
If you have lived in tho country you
have sometimes taken hold of tho rope
of tho old well sweep, aud you know
how the bucket came up dripping with
bright, cool water. Aud I lay hold of
tho ropo of God’s mercy, and I begin to
draw on that gospel well sweep, and I
see the backets coming op. Thirsty sonl,
here is one bucket of life! Como and
drink of it. “Whosoever will, let him
come and take of tho water of life free
ly. ” I pull away again at the ropo, and
another bucket conies up. It is this prom
ise, “Weeping may endure for a night,
but joy coineth in tbe morning.” I lay
hold of tho rope again, aud I pull away
with all my strength, and the bucket
comes up bright aud beautiful and cool.
Hero is tho promise, “Come unto me,
all ye who are weary aud heavy laden,
and I will give you rest.”
A New Antrolo^y.
The old astrologers used to cheat the
people with the idea that they could
tell from the position of tho stars what
would occur iu tho future, aud if a
cluster of slurs stood iu one relation,
why, that would bo a prophecy of evil.
If a cluster of stars stood iu auother re
lation, that would be a prophecy of
good. What superstition ! But here is a
new astrology iu which I put all my
faith. By looking up to tho star of Ja
cob. tbe morning star of the Redeemer,
I can make this prophecy iu regard to
those who put their trust iu God, “All
things work together for good to those
who love God.” Do you love him?
Have you seen the uyetauthes? It is
^ beautiful flower, but it gives very lit
tle fragrance until after subset. Then
it pours its riebuess ou the air. And
this grace of the gospel that J commu)t&
to you now, while it ’; <a y be my sweet
during the of prosperity, it pours
* or *.l4 tta richest arou;i* after sundown,
star or di(^. i it will be sundowtt with you aud mo
after avfliilo. Wizen you come to go out
of tho world, Will it be a desert march
or will it bo drinking at a fountain?
A converted Hindoo was dyiug, and
bis heathen comrades came around him
aud tried to comfort him by reading
some of the pages of their theology, but
he waved bis hand, as much as to say,
“I don’t want to hear it.” Then they
culled iu a heathen priest, and he said,
“If you will ouly recite the uumtra,
it will deliver you from hell.” He
waved his hand, us much us to say, “I
don’t waut to hear that.” Then they
said, “Call ou Juggernaut.” He shook
his head, as much as to say, “Icau’tdo
that.” Then they thought perhaps he
was too weary to speak, and they said,
“Now, if you can’t say ’Juggernaut'
think of him.” He shook his head
again, as much as to say, "No, no, no.”
Then they bent dowu to bis pillow,
aud they said, “In what will you trust?”
His face lighted up with tho very glo
ries of the celestial sphere, us ho cried
out, rallying all his dying energies,
"Jesus!” Ob, come this hour to the
fountain! I will tell you the whole story
iu two or three sentences. Pardon for
all sin. Comfort for all trouble. Light
for all darkness. Aud every wilderness
has a well iu it.
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—M. G. MONTGOMERY,
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FURNITURE DEALER.
Plain and Fancy Furniture at Rock Bottom Prices for Cadi or
on Installment Plan. Our Undertaking Department is the Most
Complete in the City. Orders will Receive Prompt and Gourleoua
Attention.
Mr. A. B. Oaines is still with me and will continue to s-i-nre hi*
patrons in the future as iu the past.
M. G. MONTGOMERY.
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N. B.—Oak wood delivered at 75c per load.
Building and Plastering Lime, Coal, Shingles, Latb*
and Plaster Hair, [Dynamite, Blasting Powder, Tmm
and Dynamite Cups, call on
THE LIMESTONE SPRINGS LIME WORKS,
'Telephone 37. CARROLL A CO., Leaeeea