The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1886-09-03
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worlds innuendo and the worlds paraPA.
ernalia."
Well, this Is . free country and you shan
have the right Of choice, but let me tell you
that the purest mirth, and the most I'M.
trammeled glee, and the greatest resil.
fence Of soul are inside the Christian com.
panionship, and not outside Of It. have
tried both styles Of companionship-ths
companionship of the world and the com.
partnership Of Christ, and know by Ok.
perience. I have been now SO long in the
sunshiny experience and society OF
Christian people that when I am com.
PEELED to to 60 for a little while amid in.
tense worldly society feel depressed. 1t
Is like going out Of June garden into an
ice-house. Men never know fully how to
laugh until they become Christians. The
worlds laughter has jerk of dissatisfac.
tion at the end, but when a man Is conse.
Grated to God, and he 10 all right for the
world to come, then when he laughs, body,
mind and soul crackle. Let q group OF
ministers Of the Gospel. gathered from all
denominations Of Christians, be together
in dining hall, or in q social circle, and
you know they are proverbially jocund.
o ye unconverted people! know not
how you can stand it down in that
moping, bilious, saturnine, worldly assoc
citation. Come up into the sunlight Of
Christian society-those people for whom
all things are working right now, and
will work right forever. tell you that
the sweetest japonicas grow in the Lords
garden; that the largest grapes are from
the vineyards of Canaan; that the most
sparkling floods break forth from the
Rock Of Ages. Do not too much pity this
Ruth Of my text; for she is going to be-
come joint owner Of the great harvest
fields of Boaz.
8. Once more: II We want to become
Christians, we must, like Ruth in the text,
choose the Christians death and burial.
She exclaimed:
Where thou diest, will die, and there will
I be buried.
l think we all, when leaving this world,
would like to he surrounded by Christian
influences. You would not like to have
yOuh ius pAAtOw euihouhuCA ~ SoahNU-
turists, and punsters, and -bibbers.
How would you like to have John Leech
come with his London pictorials, and
Christopher North with his loose fun, and
Tom Hood with his rhyming jokes, when
you are dying? No! no! no? Let me
have Christian nurse in my last sickness.
Let me have Christian physician to ad.
minister the medicines. Let it be Chris.
tian wife, or parent, or child, that watches
the going out Of the tides of my mortal
existence. Let Christian men come in the
room and read of the illuminated valley,
and the extinguishment of grief, and
drown the hoarse blasts Of death with the
strains or ''MouEt rIsgan" ana ''Sains
Martini"
In our last moment we will all be chill.
dren. Said DR.. Guthrie. the famous Scotch
clergyman, when dying:
"Sing me a bairn's hymn"
Yes, we will all be children then. IL
that hour the world will stand confounded
around US. Our friends may cry over us;
tears will not help us. They may look
sad; what we want is radiation in the last
moment, thinking it will help them to die.
In our last moments we want that bread
which came down from heaven. Who will
give it to us? Oh, we want Christian peo-
pie in the room, so that if our hope begins
to struggle they may say:
"Courage. brother! All is well! Cour.
agem
In tnat expiring moment want to hear
the old songs that we useI to sing 10
church and experimenting. In that II
moment want to hear the voice of sou. .
Christian friend pleading that the ST {.
and shortcomings of my life may be fer.
given and the doors of Heaven way ts
opened before my entrance1 spirit
Come Sing to me of Heaven
Wien I'm about TO die;
Sing songs of holy ecstasy,
To watt my soul on high.
Yes: Christian people ON either side the
bed. and Christian people at the foot of the
bed, and Christian people to close my
eyes, and Christian people to carry me
out, and Christian people to look after
those whom ] leave tehind, and Christian
people TO remember me little while after
I am gone.
Where thou diest will die, and there will
be buried.
Sometimes an epi.aph covers up more
than it expresses. Walking through Grecn-
wood cemetery have sometimes seen an
inscription which impressed Inc how hard
the sculptor and friends were trying TO
make out good story in stone. I saw
from the inscription that the man or WON.
ON buried there had died without hope.
The inscription told me the man was q
member of Congress, or bank president,
or some prominent citizen, but said moth.
is nothing. The soul! The soul! And
here by this inscription l see that this
man was bora in 1870 and died in 1873.
Seventy-five years on earth, and no
Christian hope! Oh, if in all the GENE.
teries Of your city the graves Of those vino
have gone oat of this world unprepared
should sigh on the wind, who would have
The nerve to drive through such q placei
If all those who have gone out of this
world unprepared could come back to-day
and float through this air, telling the story
of their discontinue, this audience would
fall fat on its face, asking to be rescued
from the avalanche OF horror.
My hearers, do you wonder that this
Ruth Of my text made the Christians
choice aud closed it with the ancient form
of imprecation upon her own soul, if she
ever forsock Naomi?
The Locd 40 so to me, and ore also. IL
aught bue Death part thee and me.
They were living together. Come tho
jackals, come the bandits, roll on Dead
sea! Ny hearers, would you not like to he
with your Christian friends forever! Have
there not gone out persons from your
household whom you would like to spend
eternity wathe They were mild. ard Low.
ing, and gentle, and beautiful while here.