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crippled child has sound foot now. A lttls
lame child says: "Ma, will te lame in
heavenF' "No, my darling. you woutbe
lame in heaven" A little sick child says:
"Ma, will I be sick in heavenw "No, my
DEAR you won't be sic. in heaven" a little
blind child says: ''Ma, will be blind In
heavena" No, my dear, You won't be blind
I notice that the fne gardens sometimes
have high fences around them and I cannot
get in 1t is so with Kings garden. The
only glimpse you ever get Of such garden is
when the King rides out in his splendid car
riage 1t is not 50 with this garden, this
Kings garden. I throw wide open the gate
and tell you all to come in. No monopoly in
religion. Whosoever will may choose now
between a desert and a garden. Many
worlds delight. You have found it has
dore Hook. 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 look
ing-glass and he saw himself and said:
'There, that is true. look just as am,
done up in body, mind and purse" So it
was Of Shenstone, Of whose garden I told
you at the beginning Of my sermon. He sat
down amid those bowers and said; ~ have
lost my road to happiness. am angry and
envious and frantic, and despise everything
around me just as it becomes madman to
do" Oh ye weary souls, come into Christs
garden to-day and pluck little hearts
only pardon for 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 to accept Christ, but have post
oned it five, ten, twenty, thirty years, do
you not feel as if now your hour Of deliver
ance and pardon and salvation had comet
Oh man, what grudge hast thou against thy
Door soul that thou wilt not let it be saved 2
I feel as if 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 life
boat thu passengers and crew were getting
ashore. The vessel had foundered and was
sinking 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 boat.
men: "Save me nextl Save me nextW 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 moment,
make rush for your immortal rescue, cry
ing until Jesus shall hear you and heaven
and earth ring with the cry: "Save me ne1tt
Save me next" Now is the day of salvation!
Now! Now! ..a... ...:.,s. a.,.s
This Sabbath is the last for some Of you. 4
1t is about to sail away forever Her bell
tolls. The planks thunder back in the gang
way. She shoves of, she floats toward the
great ocean Of eternity. Wave farewell to
your last chance for heaven. Oh, Jerusa-
lem, Jerusalem, how often would I have
gathered thee as hen gathereth her brood
under her wings and ye would not. Behold
your house is left unto you desolate Invited
May God Almighty, before it's too late.
break that infatuation. -.