National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1886-07-12

very rough and coarse, and very blasphe-
nous; but after awhile he mellowed down
as he began TO talk Of his little son, whom
he had lost. "O,h SIR" he said, THAT boy
was different faom the rest Of us. lie never
used any bad language; no, sir. Inever
heard him use bad word in my life. He
used to say HIS prayers, and we laughed at
him; but he. would keep on saying his
prayers, and often thought: u can't keep
that child and said TO my wife: Mother,
we can't keep that child But, sir the
day he was drowned, and they brought
him In and laid him down on the carpet,
so white and so beautiful, my heart broke.
sir. knew we couldn't keep him"
The heaven OF your little ones will not be
fairly begun until you get there. All tho
kindnesses shown them by immortals will
not make them forget you. There they arc,
the radiant throngs that went out from your
homes. i throw kiss TO the sweet dur-
lings. They are oil well now in the palace.
The crippled child has sound foot now.
A little lame child says; "Ma, will / be lame
In heavenW mo, my darling, you won't
be lame in heaven" A little sick child
says; ma, will be sick in heavenYn "No,
little blind child says: "Ma, will be blind
In heavenp "No, my dear, you won't be
blind In heaven. They are all well there"
notice that the flno gardens sometimes
have fine fences around them, and cannot
get In. 1t is 60 with kings garden. The
only glimpse you ever get of such garden
is when the king rides out in his splendid
carriage. IL is not so with this garden
this kings garden. | throw wide open the
gate and tell you all TO come In. No mo-
nopoly in religion. Whosoever will may.
Choose now between desert and garden.
Many Of you have tried the garden Of this
worlds delight You have found It has
been chagrin. So II was with Theodore
Hook. He made all the world laugh He
makes us laugh now when we read his poems,
but he could not make his own heart
laugh. While In the midst OF his festivities
he confronted looking glass and he saw
himself, and said, "There, that is true.
look just as am-done up In body, mind
and purse" SO II was OF Shenstone, OF
whose garden told you at the beginning
Of my sermon. He sat down amid those
bowers and said, ~ have lost my road to
happiness. i am angry, and envlous, and
frantic, and despise everything around me
just as II becomes mailman to do" Oh,
ye weary souls come into Christ's garden
to-day and pluck a little heartsease. Christ
is the only rest and the only pardon for q
| perturbed spirit. Do you not think your
chance has almost come You men and
women who have been waiting year after
year for some good opportunity in which
ten, twenty, thirty years, do you not feel
as II now your hour Of deliverance and par
| don and salvation had Gomez oh, man,
| what grudge hast thou against thy poor
soul that thou wilt not let IL be savedp
| feel as II salvation must come to-day In
some Of your hearts.
Some years ago a vessel struck on the
rocks. They had only one lifeboat In
that lifeboat the passengers and crew were
| ppttinV ashOra The vessel had fOundarad
and was sinking deeper and deeper, and
that one boat could not take the passengers
| very swiftly. A little girl stood on the
| deck waiting for her turn to get Into the
boat. The boat came and went, came and
went, but her turn did not seem to come
After awhile she could wait no longer, and
she leaped on the taffrail and then sprang
into the sea, crying to the boatman: "Save
me nextl Save me nextln Oh, how many
have gone ashore into Gods mercy, and
yet you are clinging to the wreck OF sin
Others have accepted the pardon of Christ
but you are in peril. Why not, this mo-
ment, make a rush for your immortal res
cue, crying until Jesus shall hear you, ant
heaven and earth ring with the cry: "Savt
me next Save me neXtp' Now is the day
of salvation. Nowl Nowl
This Sabbath Is the last for some Of you
1t is about to sail away forever. Her bel
tolls. The planks thunder back in tn
gangway. She shoves off, She floats on
toward the great ocean Of eternity. Wav
farewell to your last chance for heaven
"Oh, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, how oftei
would have gathered thee as a hen gath
ereth her brood under her wings, and y
would not9 Behold your house Is left unit
you desolate." Invited to revel In
garden you die in desert. May God Al
mighty before 1t is too late break that in
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