SWEET COMFORT FOR FEEBLE SAINTS

“A bruised reed shall He not break and smoking flax shall

He not quench, till He send forth judgment unto victory.”

Matthew 12:20.

BABBLING fame always loves to talk of one man or another. Some there are whose glory it trumpets

forth and whose honor it extols above the heavens. Some are her favorites and their names are

carved on marble—heard in every land and every clime. Fame is not an impartial judge—she has her

favorites. Some men she extols, exalts, and almost deifies—others, whose virtues are far greater and

whose characters are more deserving of commendation, she passes by unheeded and puts the finger of

silence on her lips. You will generally find that those persons beloved by fame are men made of brass or

iron, and cast in a rough mold. Fame caresses Caesar because he ruled the earth with a rod of iron. Fame

loves Luther because he boldly and manfully defied the Pope of Rome, and with knit brow dared laugh

at the thunders of the Vatican. Fame admires Knox, for he was stern and proved himself the bravest of

the brave. Generally, you will find her choosing the men of fire and mettle, who stood before their fellow

creatures fearless of them—men who were made.