The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1885-04-08

do not exactly know the moment 1t is go-
ing. Fold the hands that have done many
kindnesses for you right over the heart
that has beat with love tow ard you aimee
before you were born. Let the pilgrim
rest. She is weary. Death in the summer
house! f. graat.r
4 Gathering about US what you win Of
comfort and luxury when the pale mes
senger comes he does not stop TO look at
the architecture of the house before he
comes In; nor, entering, does he wait to
examine the pictures we have gathered on
the wall; or, bending over your pillow, he
does not stop TO see whether there is color
in the cheek or gentleness in the eye or in
teiligence on the brow Bnt what Of thatY
Must we stand forever mourning among
the graves of our deadY No! mol The peo-
pie of Bengal bring cages Of birds to the
graves of their dead, and then they open
the cages and the birds go singing
Heavenward, SO l would bring to the
graves Of your dead tonight all bright
thoughts and congratulations, and I bid
them sing of victory and redemption. l
stamp on the bottom of the grave and 1t
breaks through into the light and the
glory of Heaven.
THE GATE OF TEARS.
The ancients used TO think the straits en-
tering the Red Sea we're only dangerous
places, and they supposed that every ship
that went through these straits would be
destroyed, and they were in the habit of
| putting on weeds Of mourning for those
who had gone on that voyage, as though
| they were actually dead. Do you know
what they called these straitsp They
called them the "Gate of Tears" Oh,
stand tonight at the gate Of tears through
which many OF your loved ones have gone,
and / want to tell you that all are not
shipwrecked that have gone through those
straits into the great ocean stretching out
beyond. The sound that comes from that
other shore on still nights when we are
wrapped in prayer makes mo think that
the departed are not dead. We are the
dead-we who toll, we who weep, we who
sin-we are the dead. How my heart aches
for human sorTowi This sound of break
ing hearts that / hear all about mel This
last look of faces that never will brighten
again! This last kiss Of lips that never
will speak again. This widowhood and
orphanagel Oh, when will the day Of sor-
row be gone?
CHRIsT's PRESENCE.
After the sharpest winter the spring dis
mounts from the shoulders Of a southern
gale and puts its warm hand upon the
earth, and in its palm there comes the
| a,,I ki,a nd 1nI
reads over the poetry Of bird and brook
and bloom and pronounces it very good.
What, my friends, II every winter had
not It's spring, every night its day and
every gloom its glow, and every bitter
| now its sweet hereafteri II you have
been on the sea you know as the ship
passes In the night there is phospho-
resent track left behind IL: and, as the
waters roll up, they toss with unimagin-
able splendor. Well, across this great
ocean of human trouble, Jesus walks.
Oh, that In the phosphorescent track of
His feet we might all follow and be illu-
mined.
THREE PASSENGERS.
There was gentleman In rail car who
saw in that same car three passengers Of
very different circumstances. The 1rSt
was a maniac. He was carefully guarded
by his attendants; his mind, like ship
dismasted, was beating against dark,
desolate coast from which no help could
come. The train stopped and the man was
taken out into the asylum to waste away,
through years OF gloom. Tho second pas
senger was culprit. The outraged law
had seized on him. As the cars joltod the
chains ratified On his face were crime,
depravity and despair. Tho train halted
and he was taken out to the penitentlary
to which he had been condemned. There
was third passenger under far different
circumstances. She was bride. Every
hour was gay as marriage bell. Life
glittered and beckoned. Her companion
was taking her to his fathers house. The
train halted. The old man was there to
welcome her to her new home, and his
white locks showed down upon her as he
scaled his word with q father'Slliss.
Quickly we fly toward eternity. We
will soon be there. Some leave this life
condemned culprits. They refused q par
don; they carry their chains. Oh, may IL
be with us that, leaving this heetng life
for the next, we may find our. Father ready
TO greet US to our new home with Him for
ever. That will be a marriage banquet
Fathers welcomed Fathers bosom
Fathers kissl, Heavenl Heaven!