The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1886-07-22
N. RAINBOW around the throne. o. was


there ever q garden so thoroughly irri-
gstedf You know that the beauty OF YER
sailles and Chatsworth depends very much
upon the great supply of water. came
TO the latter place, Chatsworth, one day
when strangers are not to be admitted;
but by an inducement which always seemed
as applicable to an Englishman as an
American, got in, and then the gardener
went far mp above the stairs Of stone and
turned on the water. l saw II cleaning
on the dry pavement, coming down
from step to step until II came so
near I could hear the musical rush,
and all over the high, broad stairs
1t came foaming, flashing. roaring down,
until sunlight and wave in gleesome
wrestle tumbled at my feet. So it is with
the Church of God. Every thing comes
from above; pardon from above, joy from
above, adoption from above, sanctihca-
tion from above. o. that now God would
turn on the waters Of salvation, that they
might flow down through this heritage,
and that to-day we might find this very
place TO be "Elm, with twelve wells of
water and three-score and ten palm trees"
Hark! hear the latch Of the garden
gate, and look to see who is coming.
hear the voice Of Christ. 81 am come
into my garden"
say: "Come in, o Jesusl we have
been waiting for Thee; walk all through
the paths Look at the flowers; look at
the fruit; pluck that which thou wilt for
myself"
Jesus comes into the garden and up to
that oil man, and touches him and SAYS:
almost home, father, not many more
aches for thee; will never leave thee;
take courage a little longer aud | will
steady thy lettering steps, and | will
soothe thy troubles and give thee rest.
Courage, old man"
Then Christ goes up another garden
path, and he comes to a soul in trouble
and says: "Peace all is we'll. | have
seen thy tears. have heard thy prayer.
The sun shall not smite thee by day nor
the moon by night The Lord shall pre-
serve thee from all evil; He will preserve
thy soul. Courage, o troubled spirit"
Then | see Jesus going up another gar
den path. and | see great excite ment
among the leaves, and | hasten up that
garden path to see what Jesus is doing
there, and 10! he is breaking off flowers,
sharp and clean from the stem, and say:
Stop Jesus, don't kill those beautiful
flowers"
He turns TO me and says: 81 have come
into my garden to gather lilies, and l
mean to take these up to higher terrace
for the garden around my palace, and
there will plant them: and in better soil
and in better air they shall put for tn
brighter leaves and sweeter redolence, and
no frost shall touch them forever"
And looked up into his face and said:
"Well, it is His garden, ami He has a right
to do what He will with it. Thy will be
done"-ths hardest prayer q man ever
made.
1t has seemed as if Jesus Christ took the
best. From many of your households the
best one is gone. You know that she was
too good for this world. She was the
gentlest in her ways, the deepest in her
affections. And when at the last the sick
ness came you had no faith in medicines.
You knew when the hour of parting had
come, and when, through the rich grace
of the Lord Jesus Christ, you surren-
dered that treasure, you said, Lord
Jesus, take it. 1t is the best we have;
take it. Thou art worthy" The others in
the household may have been of grosser
mold. She was of the finest. One day
man was taking me from the depot to
village. He was very rough and coarse,
and very blasphemous. But after while
he mellowed down as he began to talk of
his little son whom he had lost. "Oh, sir"
he said, "thaeboy was different from the
rest of ms. He never used any bad lam
guage; no, sir. l never heard him use a
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 l
often thought: Il 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
the kindnesses shown them by immortals
will not make them forget you. There
they are, the radiant throngs that went
out from your homes. ] threw kiss to
the sweet darlings. They are all well now
in the palace. The crippled child has a
sound foot now.
little lame child says: ma, will be
lame III hedVen!'
"No, my darling, you won't be lame in
Heavenp
little sick child says: INA, will be
sick in Heaven"
mo, my dear, you won't be sick in
Heaven"
A little blind child says: ana, win /
be blind in Heaven"
mo, my dear. You won't be blind In
Heaven. They are all we'll there"
l notice that the fine gardens sometimes
have high fences around them, and / can
not get in. 1t is so with a kings garden.
The only glimpse you ever get of such
garden is when the king rides out in his
splendid carriage. 1t is not so with this
garden, this kings garden. throw wide
open the gate and tell you ar 10 come IA.
No monopoly in religion. Whosoever will
may. Choose now between a desert and
garden. Many OF you have tried the
garden of this worlds delight. You have
found it has been a chagrin. So it was
with Theodore Hook. He made all the
world laugh. He makes us laugh now when
we read his poems; but he could rot make
his own heart laugh. While in the midst
of his festivities he confronted a looking
glass, and he saw himself, an& said:
"There, that is true. l look just az Gm,
done up in body, mind and purse" So it
was of Shepstone, of whose garden told
you at the beginning of my sermon, He
sat down amid those bowers and sale: ~
have lost my road to happiness. l aru an
cry and envious and fra ntic, and despise
every thing around me just it becomes
a mailman to do. o, we weary souls come
into Christ's garden to-day and pluck