Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1885-09-25

others. And I can not imagine any thing
more distressful for man who has no love
for pictures than to be shut up in the
Luxembourg gallery in Paris. Yes, I can
thihk of m thing worse than that, and
that will be for a man to enter Heaven
without any taste for it. I sometimes
to do was just to leave this world and go
into Heaven n sit down to it's enjoy
ments. If a man can not stand Christian
society here for one day, how would he
stand a million ages of it? 1 see an unre-
generate soul entering Heaven. 1t enters
Heaven, looks around, and sees God there,
and angels there, and hears the cry:
Holy, holy;" and the ~unregenerate soul
says: "This is no place for me-" and he
files to the b~attlements, and he cries:
u can stand it here no longer" and he
leaps Off into outer darkness. In other
words, the worst hell for a man would be
Heaven, if he has no qualifications, no
preparations, for it. But Christ comes to
bake the discord out of our soul and string
IL with a Heavenly attuning. He comes
TO Jake out that from us which makes US
unlike Heaven, Inc substitute that which
asslmllates us. Ten thousand times the
gate OF Heaven has swung back and forth,
but 1t never swings back and forth save
as Christ opens it, and you will go in
through Him or not at oil. Christ wants
you there. How do 1 know it? Suppose a
man lost a diamond, and he looked for it
eight or ten days, would you not conclude
| from the fact that ho 1oo1yoI fo,, ~ M Lowe
that he wanted the diamond? And when
l find Christ seeking for your soul, seek
Ing for it ever since it has been O soul,
seeking for it by day n by night, seek
ing for it through heat and through cold,
seeking for it with tears in His eyes and
blood upon His brow and scourges on His
back and a world of agony in His heart, /
know that it is because He wants to find
you. Oh, He has prepared > glorious
Heaven for you! 1t is all ready. Not
merely a throne, but steps by which to
mount it. Nor only a harp, but a song to
play on it: not only a banner procession,
but a victory which it is to celebrate.
God wants no vacant chairs at that
banquet. He does not want those who
stand around Him in glory to wonder why
you have not been solicited. He does not
want the book Of life to thunder shut till
your name is in it. What do I breathe?
1t is the fragrance of Him whose gar
ments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and
cassia, out of the ivory palaces. What
do l hear? 1t is the f~ootstep of Him who
comes with worn sandal in the journey
from Bethlehem to Nazareth, and from
Nazareth to Jerusalem, and from Jeru-
| Sa1am tn Gn1oOfhQ and from Go1rofho fo
glory, and from glory here, seeking that
thy doorstep. Do not drive this Christ
away, as though He were an unworthy
beggar soliciting your aims. Hear His
voice. Trust His sacrifices. Respond to
His love. Take His Heaven. Do you not
know, o man! o woman! that you are the
lost one spoken of in my text? "The Son
of Man is come to seek and to save that
which was lost" You may hide away
from Him, but there are some things
which will find you, whether Christ by
His grace finds you or not. Trouble will
find you. Temptation will find you
Sickness will find you. Death will FIND
you. Judgment will find you. Eternity
will find you.
Soon you will be gone from all these
scenes, and if a thousand men should come
out with lanterns, and torches, and st
Bernard dogs used to hunting up missin:
!, travellers, and search for your soul you
could not be found by them. The grav'
will have your body. Your heirs will hav.
your estate. Eternity will nave your soul
In the flash of a second your last oppor'
tunity for Heaven may go out. Postpone
this question of the soul and you are post,
poning getting into the last life-boat tina
shall put out from the wreck for the beacl
ere the hulk lurch over and go down. Goo
forbid that any of you should at the las
have the dismay of the woman of whom
was reading. One night she could no
sleep because of her SOULS wandering from
Christ. She got up and wrote in her diary
"One year from now I will attend to til,
!. matters of my SOUL" She retired, but sh,
could not sleep. So she arose again ant
wrote a better promise in her diary: Con
} month from now I will attend to the maj
tiers of my SOUL" She retired again bu
[ found no sleep, and arose again and wrote
"Next week I will attend to the matters O
my soul" Then she slept soundly. TIL
, next day she went into scenes of gayety
The following day she was sick, and tn
middle Of next week she died. Deliriun
lifted from her mind just long enough TO
her to say: 81 am a week too late; I an
/ lost" Oh, to be a year too late, or
f month too late, or an hour too late-aye
to be a second too late, is to be forever to
late.
The Drummers' Tenderness. g.
[St. Paul Dispatch.l
, Not long ago a train on a prominent rail