The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-04-05

of victory and redemption. l stamp on
the bottom OF the grave and Git
breaks through into the light and the glory
CT heaven.
The aDcisnts used to think that the straits
entering the Red Sea were very dangerous
places and they supposed that every ship
That went through those straits would be de-
stioyed, aud they were IN the habit OF put
ting on weeds of mourning for those who
had gone on that voyage as though they we're
actually dead. Do you know what tbey
called those straits2 They called them the
"Gats ef tears Oh. stand to night at the
gate or tears through which many OF your
loved ones have gone. and want u tell You
that al are not shipwrscked that have
gone through those straits 70 the great ocean
stretching cut beyond. the soand that
o5mes from that ether shore On still nights
when we are wrapped in prayer makes me
think they 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 hu
usn solrow. This sound Of breaking hearts
that hear al about me- This last look of
faces that never will brighten again. This
last kiss Of lips that Will never speak again.
This Iidowhood of orphausgel On, when
will the day OF sorrow bs gone
After the sharpest winter, the spring dis
mounts from the shoulder southern gale
and puts lis warm hand upon the earth, and
in its palm there comes the grass and there
come The flowers and God reads over the
poetry of bird and book and bloom and pro.
nounces 1t very good. What, my friends, il
every winter had rot its spring ana every
night its dag, and every gloon It's glow, snd
every bitter now its sweat hereafter If you
have b.eD on the sea you know CO the chip
passes in the night tbereis ph0sphorescsbt
track left behind it; and es the waters roll
40 they tess with uuimsglnabls splend0r.
Well, across this great ocean OF human
a H.. h-f ~ r.. ~
DhoTeBceJ track OF his feet we ght eli fol-
lew and Os ilGmnedi
There was gentleman in rail csr who
saw IL that same car three passengers Of
very different ciroumsta noss. The first vas
a maniac. He was carefully guarded by bis
attendants his mind like a ship dismasted.
was beating against dark, desClate coast
from which no help could come. TIE train
stopped, and the man was taken out into the
asylum to waste away, perhaps through
years OF gloom. The second passenger was a
culprit. The outraged Law had selzsd on
him. AS the cars jolted the chains ratified
On his face were crime and depravity aud
despair. The train halted and hs was taken
out 10 the peDitenfiary TO which he had
been condemned. There was The third pas
seDger under far different circumstances
She was bride. Every hour was gay ss q
marriage bell. Lie glittersd and bsckoned.
Her companion was taking her TO his faith RS
hsA1o. AlS tAatA LehiAINs LIS oAe AAAou
there TO welcome her to her new home, and
his white LOCKS showed down upon her as he
sealed his word with fathers kiss.
Quickly We fly toward eternity. We will
soon be there. Some leave this life con-
demned culprits. They refused pardon
they carry their chains. Oa, msy it be With
Us that, leaving this fleeing life for the next.
we may find our father resdy to crest US 10
our new home gith him forever. Inst viii,
be marriage banquet! Fathers welcome
Fathers bosom. Fathers kiss. Hea ven
Heaven,