Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1888-02-24

yeur shoulder cannot wrap peace around
your heart for single moment. The
gayest wardrobe will utter no voice of
coincidence IN the dav of trouble and
darkness. That woman is grandIy
dressed, and only she, who
is wrapped in the robe Of
a Ssvior's righteousness. The home
may be very humble, the hat may be very
plain, the frock may be very course; but
the halo OF heaven settles IN the room
when she wears it, and the faintest touch
Of the resurrection angel will change that
garment into rsiRent exceeding white, SO
as no fuller on earth could Whiten It.
come to you, young women, to-day, to
say that this world cannot make you hsp-
py. / know 1t is
BRIGHT WORLD,
with glorious sunshine, and golden rivers,
and fire. worked sunset, and bird orches--
tra, and the darkest cave has its crystals,
snd the wrathiest wave its foam wreath,
aud the coolest midnight Its flaming
aurora; but God will put out all these
lights with the blast Of His own nostIils,
and the glories of this world will perish
in the final confagration. You
will never be happy until you
get your sins forgiven
and allow Christ Jesus to take full pos
session of your soul. he will be your
friend in every perplexity. He will be
your comfort in every trial. He will be
your defender in every strait. do not
ask you to bring, like Mary, the spices to
the sepulchre Of dead Christ, but to
bring your all to the feet of living
Jesus. His word is peace. His look is
love. His hand is help. His touch is
life. His smile is heaven. o, come, then,
in tiocks and groups. Come like the
south wind over banks Of myrrh. Come
like the moruing light tripping ever the
mountains. WreAthe all your elections
on Christ's brow, set all your gems in
Christ's coronet, pour all your voices into
Chrisps song, and let this Sabbath air
rustic with the wings Of rejoicing angels
and the towers of God ring out the news
Of souls saved.
This world its fancied pearl may crave,
TITS not the pearl for me;
'Tw III dim its lustre In the grave,
Twill perish In the sea-.
But there's pearl of price untold,
Which never ian be bought with gold;
o. thata the pearl for me,
The snow was very deep, and It was
still falling rapidly, when, in the first
year Of my Christian ministry, fastened
TO see young woman die. 1t was avery
humble home. She was an orphan; her
father had been shipwrecked on the banks
Of Newfoundland, She had earned her
own living. AS entered the room saw
nothing attractive. No. pictures. No
tapestry. Not even 8 cushioned chair.
The snow on the window easement was
not whittier than the cheek OF
THAT DYING GIRL.
Il WAS face never to be forgotten.
Sweetness and majesty Of soul, and faith
in God, had given her mstchless beauty,
and the sculptor who could have caught
the outlines Of those features, and frozen
them into stone, would have made him.
self immortal. With her large, brown
eyes she looked calmly into the great
eternity. sat down by her bedside and
said: CHOW tell me sill your troubles,
and sorrows, and struggles, and doubts.n
She replied: ~ have no doubts or strug-
giles. Il Is ell plain to me. Jesus has
smoothed the way for my feet. wish
when you go to your pulpit next Sunday,
you would tell the Young people that re-
llgion will make them happy. 20 death,
where is thy stinga' Mr.. Tslmsge,
wonder If this is not the bliss Of dyingT
said: "Yes, think 1t must be-"
fingered around the couch. The sun
was setting, and her sister lighted q can
die. She lighted the candle for me. The
dying girl, the dawn Of heaven in her
face, needed no candle. 1 rose to gos
aud she said: "E thank you for coming.
Good night When We meet agsin It will
be in heayen-in hesye | Good nightl
good nightr' Fer her it was good night
to tears, good nigh TO poverty, good
night 70. deathi but when the sun rose
again it was good morning. The light Of
another day had burst in upon her soal.
Good mornipgf The angels were sing
ing her welcome home, and the hand OF
Christ WIS putting upon her brow q gar
land. Good morniDgi Her sun, rising.
Her palm waving. Her spirit exulting
before the throne of God. Good morn
ingt Good morning! The white lily OF
poor Msrgsret's cheek had blushed into
the rose OF health immortal, and the
SHOWS Though which We carried her to
the country graveyard were symbols OF
that rebe which she wears, so white that
10 fuller on earth could whiten II.
My sister, my daugher. may your last
end he like hersl