They remembered how they had left the right road, how they had been warned not to do so and how in rebellion against their better selves they wandered into By-Path Meadow. She may encircle her brow with a fillet of gold, all spangled with stars! When Christian, according to Bunyan, was locked up in Doubting Castle, Memory formed the crab-tree club with which the famous giant beat his captives so terribly. That same recollection which may, in its left hand, bring so many dark and gloomy omens, may be trained to bear in its right hand a wealth of hopeful signs! She need not wear a crown of iron. Wisdom will transform Memory into an angel of comfort. There is, however, no necessity for this. Like Mercury, she hastens with winged heel to gather fresh thorns with which to fill the uneasy pillow and to bind fresh rods with which to scourge the already bleeding heart. Memory stands like a handmaiden clothed in sackcloth, presenting to her master a cup of mingled gall and wormwood. Despairing minds call to remembrance every dark foreboding in the past and every gloomy feature in the present. MEMORY is very often the servant of despondency. "This I recall to my mind, therefore ha ve I hope." Lamentations 3:21. SPURGEON, AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON. DELIVERED ON SUNDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 15, 1865,īY C.
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