Life and labors of Charles HSpurgeon: the faithful preacher, the devoted pastor, the noble philanthropist, the beloved college president, and the voluminous writer, author, etc., etc. . oughts within me, Thy comforts delight my soul. GREAT CRY AND LITTLE WOOL, AS THE MAN SAIDWHO CLIPPED THE SOW. Our friend Hodge does not seem to be making much of an outat shearing. It will take him all his time to get wool enough fora blanket, and his neighbors are telling him so: but he does notheed them, for a man never listens to reason when he has madeup his mind to act unreasonably. Hodge gets plenty of m
Life and labors of Charles HSpurgeon: the faithful preacher, the devoted pastor, the noble philanthropist, the beloved college president, and the voluminous writer, author, etc., etc. . oughts within me, Thy comforts delight my soul. GREAT CRY AND LITTLE WOOL, AS THE MAN SAIDWHO CLIPPED THE SOW. Our friend Hodge does not seem to be making much of an outat shearing. It will take him all his time to get wool enough fora blanket, and his neighbors are telling him so: but he does notheed them, for a man never listens to reason when he has madeup his mind to act unreasonably. Hodge gets plenty of music of 440 LIFE AND LABORS OF C. H. SPURGEON. a sort: HuUahs system is nothing to it, and even Nebuchad-nezzars flutes, harps, sackbuts, and dulcimers could not makemore din. He gets cry enough to stock a Babylon of babies,but not wool enough to stop his ears with. Now is not this very like the world with its notions of pleasure?There is noise enough: laughter and shouting and boasting; butwhere is the comfort which can warm the heart and give peace tothe spirit? Generally theres plenty of smoke and very little firein what is called pleasure. It promises a nag and gives an Gayety is a sort of flash in the pan, a fifth-of-November squib, allfizz and bang and done for. The devils meal is all bran, and theworlds wine turns to vinegar. It is always making a great noiseover nutshells. Thousands have had to weep over their blunderin looking for their heaven on earth; but they follow each otherlike sheep through a gap, not a bit the wiser for the experience ofgenerations. It seems that every man must have a clip at his ownparticular pig, and cannot be made to believe that, like all therest, it will yield him nothing but bristles. Men are not all of onemind as to what is best for them; they no more agree than the JOHN PLOUGHMANS TALK AND PICTURES. 44I clocks in our village, but they all hang together in following aftervanity, for to the core of their hearts they are vain. One sh
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