Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1840-01-30

then may Christian faith and hope
born of faith, ard patience the daugh-
ter of hope, visit their souls with peace,
and may they be enabled to say :" am
not alone for the Father is with me :"
When they think, till their hearts ure
almost ready To burst, Of that desolate
and distressing scene on the waters,
may they remember, that although no
human arm was there to rescue-the
all-present eye Of the God of mercy
was therc---He who numberc,h the
hairs OF mans hcad-Hc who listcncth
to the cry Of the lonclicst and lowliest
Of his creatures was thcre-He whose
voice is heard in the murmur Of the
breeze and in the moan Of the billow,
was very nigh-a mighty, mysterious
and mercilul Providence was nigh, the
Providence that rules over the tempests
Of the human soul, that SAYS to man
as is thy day 50 shall thy strength
be-" and will cause "alI things" to
" work together for good to them that
love God"
There was one, my friends, over
whom the sea closed i will not name
him, for he is not known to many of
you-one when knew and loved and
revered, and to whom ! owe many IL
good and holy npulse--many u
wise and inspiring lesson. He was a
burning and shining light. He was
strong and ieryent and courageous,
yet so meek and mild and patient and
holy man. He was learned, yet sim
pie, and with all his profound acquisi-
tions full Of love for man and for the
lowliest of men. His pioty was iervent,
and vet it burned with n clear, calm
and steady light. II there has ever
been a man since Jesus Christ who
could say, with moro Of trust than
trembling, " Father have finished the
work which Thou gavost me to do
i, was he Of whom | speak. The tidings
Of his loss will be widely and deeply
felt. He will be mourned by the old
and the young, as the friend OF nah
the great, because the good, man. We
only weep for our own sakes, when
such man departs-we feel that such
a star has sunk below our horizon, only
to be Il morning star in the sky OF an
eternal world.
But there were Mothers and Fathers
that persisted. What remains, then,
for the poor orphan--what remains for
the iathcrlcss and the widow, but to
cling to Him who says, "can a mother
forget her sucking child---a a mother the
fruits Of her womb F; Yea, these may
forget, yet will ! not forget thco, saith
the Lord"
But once more we arc reminded that
youth with its opening powers and ai-
icctions, with all the glory Of its pro-
mise, has been extinguished to our eyes
forever. In reference to such a case,
listen To Parable by one who has
deeply drunk Of the spirit of Him who
said, /" am the resurrection and the
life. He that bclievcth in me, though
he were dead, yet shall he live, and he
that liycth and believcth in me shall
never die"
"Amos, saws the Parable, "visited
one day his friend Bildad, aud 10 he
found him with his gray head supported
on both hands, and weeping bitterly.
Then saiI Amos to his friend, "why
we"pcst thou
But Rildud pointed with his hand to
n bed, which stood in the chamber, aud
on the bed lay the corpse Of a youth,
the only son Of Bidad, who had been
carried of by n contagion.
Sccst thou, said Bildad, there lies
10y hope, prey to corruption.
Thy hope answered Amos, with
sorrow but will not my friends faith
assuacr aud conquer his anguish
Then answered Bildad and said ah,
nv faith is weak and exhausted since
my love and hope have been 80 disap-
pointed. Have not with careful hand
trained and los,cred the excellent talents
Of the boy And now, when they were
every day approaching their perfection
\ torrent of tenrs interrupted the
fathers discourse.
But Amos was for some time silent.