Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1873-10-16
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portion has no portion at all. It is a
mountainous land, sloping of toward
the Desert of Sorrow, swept by fiery
sirroccos !; it is "a south lam" pa poor
portion for any man that tries to put
his trust in it. What has been the
experience of every man, of every wo-
that has tried this world as a portion?
Queen Fl zabeth, amid the surround
lngs OF pomp, is unhappy because the
painter skot shes too minutely the
wrinkles Oh her face, and she indignant
! ly cries out. '.You must strike off my
likeness without any shadows Ho-
garth, at the very height of his artist
lc triumph, is stung almost to death
with chagrln because the painting he
has dedicated to the king does not
seem to be acceptable,- for George II.
cries out, ''Who is this Hogarth i?
Take this trumpery out Of my pres
ence." B1nsley Sheridan thrilled the
earth with his eloquence, but had for
his last words, Il am absolutely un-
done. Walter Scott, fumbling around
the lnkstand to write, says to his daugh-
ter, ooh, take me back to nv room.
There is no rest for Sir Walter but in
the grave, Stephen Girard the
wealthiest man in his day, says, Il live
the life of a galley slave. When
arise in the morning my one effort is
70 w0rl: so ha;d that | can sleep When
it gets to be night Charles Lamb,
applauded of all the world, IN the very
midst Of his literary triumphs, says !:
"Do you remember, Bridget, when we
used to laugh from the shilling gallery
at the play? There are no good plays
now to laugh at from the boxes
But why 90 SO tar as that? [ need 90
no further than your street to find an
illustration Of what | am saying. Pick
me out ten successful worldling-and
you know what | mean by thorough
worldlings--pick me out ten successful
worldllngs, and you can not find more
than one that looks happy Care drags
him across the ferry. Care drags him
back. Take your stand at two o'clock
| at tire corner of Wall and Nassau
streets, or at the corner Of Canal street
and Broadway, and see the agonized
physlognomies. Your bankers, your
insurance men, your importers, your
wholesalers and your retailers, as
class-l speak of those who are SUI
premely worldly-as class, ,sre they
happy? No. Care dogs their steps,
and, making no appeal to God for help
or comfort, they are tossed hither and
thither, while Jay Gould makes New
York quake, from Central Park to the
Battery How has it been with you,
my hearers =? Have you not had more
care and worrlment since you gained
that $4,000 than you did Before
But, blessed be God, We have spiritual
blessings offered US in this world, which
shall call the neither springs and
glories In the world to come, which [
shall call the upper springs. | bless
God for the present satisfaction of re-
ligion. Oh, neither springs Of comfort,
bursting through all the valleys of trial
and tribulation When you see, oh,
man Of the world, what satisfaction
there is here in religion, don't you
thirst after it as did Achsah s{ter the
water springs? 1t makes the lame
leap as the hart, and the dumb
sing. Oh, God, my Father, [
thank thee for the upper springs in
heaven 1t is very fortunate we can
not see heaven until we get into it.
Oh, Christian man, If you could see
what place it is we would never get
You back again to thc office or store or
shop. | am glad | shall not see that
world till | enter it. Suppose We were
allowed to go on an excursion into that
good land, with the idea of returning
When we got there, and heard the song.
and looked at the raptured faces; and
mingled in tire superb society, we
would cry out '.Let us stay. Why
take the trouble Of going back again
to that old world? We are here now,
let us stay" And it would take an
geIic violence to put us out Of that
world if once we got there. But as
people who cannot afford to pay for an
entertainment sometimes come around
it and look through the door ajar, or
through openings in the fence, so we
come end look throngh;the crevices into
that good land which God has provided
for Us. We can just catch a glimpse
Of it. We come near enough to hear
the rumbling Of the eternal orchestra.
though not near enough to know who
blows the c0rnet or who fnsers the
harp . Upper springs of ight and
9ladneSs. Upper springs of love 1t
IS no fancy of mine. [ would not
stand here making a rere fancy. Oh,
Savior divine, pour into our souls one
Of those anticipated raptures? Let
US place before our vision those foun-
tains Of God rainboweI with eternal
victory. Hear it They are never
sick there---lot so much as a headache
= "a voice, "Thank the Lord !")-or
neuralgia twfnce, or rheumatic thrust
How they must pity us as they look
down and sec us, and say, Poor things,
away down in that world - And vixen
some Christian is hurled into a fatal
accident, they cry, Good, he is com
King = And when we stand around the
couch of some loved one whose strength
l