Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1888-07-09

He was as sick and as weary. Not nerve,
or muscle, or ligament escaped. All the
pangs Of all the nations of all the ages CON-
pressed into one sour cup. He took the
vinegar!
There is also the sourness of poverty.
Your income does not meet your outgoings,
and that always gives an honest man anx-
iety. There is no sign of destitution about
you-pleasant appearance and q cheerful
home for you; but God only knows what Q
time you have had to manage your private
finances. Just as the bills run MP, the
wages seem TO run down. But you are
not the only one who has not been paid
for hard work. The great Wilkie sold his
celebrated piece, "The Blind Fiddler" for
fifty guineas, although afterwards it
brought its thousands The world
HANGS IN ADMIRATION
over the sketch Of Gsinsborough, yet that
very sketch hung for years in the shop
window because there was not any purcha-
ser. Oliver Goldsmith sold his "Vicar of
Wakefield" for few pounds, in order to
keep the bailiff out Of the door; and the
vast majority Of men in all occupations
and professions are not fully paid for their
work. You may say nothing, but life to
you is hard push; and when You sit
down with your wife and talk over the ex-
penses, You both rise up discouraged. You
abridge here, and you sbridge there, and
you get things snug for smooth sailings,
and 10! suddenly there is large DOCTORS
bill to pay, or you have lost your pocket
book, or some creditor has failed, aud you
are thrown a-beam end. Well, brother,
you are in glorious company. Christ owned
not the house in which he stopped, or the
colt on which He rode, or the boat
in which he sailed. He lived in o bor-
rowed house; He was buried in q
borrowed grave. Exposed to all kinds
of weather, yet He had only
one suit of clothes. He breakfasted in the
morning, and no one could possibly tell
where He could get anything to eat before
night. He would have been pronounced q
financial failure. He had to perform a
miracle to get money to pay tsx bill.
Not dollar did He own. Priva.ion OF
domesticity; privstion of nutritious food;
privation of comfortable couch on which
to sleep; privstion of all worldly resources.
The kings OF the earth had chased chalices
out of which to drink; but Christ had
nothing but plain cup set before him, and
it was very sharp, and it was very sour.
He took the vinegar.
SORROW FOR LOST ONES.
There also is the sourness of bereavment.
There were years that passed along before
your family circle was invaded by death,
but the moment the charmed circle was
broken everything seemed to dissolve.
Hardly have you put the black apparel in
the wardrobe before you have again to take
it out. Great and rapid changes in your
family record. You got the house and re-
joiced in it, but the charm was gone as
soon as the Grape hung on the door bell
The one upon whom you most depended
was taken away from you. A cold marble
slab lies on your heart to day. Once, as
the children romped through the house,
you put your hand over your aching head
and said: ''Ob, if could only have ii
still" oh, it is too still now. You lost
your patience when the tops and the strings
and the shells were left amid floor, but,
oh, you would be willing to have the
trinkets scattered all over the floor again il
they were scattered by the same hands.
With what ruthless plowshare bereave,
ment rips up the heart. But Jesus knows
all about that. You cannot tell Him any
thing new in regard to bereavement. He
had only few friends and when He lost
one it brought tears to His eyes. Lazarus
had often entertained Him at his house.
Now Lazarus is dead and buried, and
Christ breaks down with emotion-the
convulsion of grief shudderipg through all
the ages of bereavement. Christ knows
what it is to see an unoccupied place at the
table. Were there not four of them-Mary
and Martha, and Christ, and Lazarus?
Four of them. But where is Lazarus?
Lonely and afflicted Christ, His great low
ing eyes filled with tears, which drop from
eye to cheek, and from cheek to beard, and
from beard to robe, and from robe to floor.
Oh, yes, yes, He knows all about the lone
illness and the heartbreak. He took the
vinegar!
THE soURNESs OF DEATH.
Then there is the sourness of the death.
hour. Whatever else we may escape, that
acid-sponge will be pressed to our lips.
sometimes have curiosity 10 know how
will behave when come to die. Whether
I will be calm or excited-whether will
be filed with reminiscence or with antici
patton. cannot say. But come to the
point, I must and you must. In the sir
Thousand years that have passed, only two
persons have got into the eternal world
without death, and do not suppose thai
God is going to send carriage for rs with
horses Of flame, to draw us up the sleeps o
heaven; but 1 suppose we will have to q
like the preceding generations. An Officer
from the future world will knock at th,
door of our heart and serve on us the wri
of ejectment, and we will have to surrender
And we will wake up after these autumnsl
and wintry, and vernal, and summery
gl0ries have vanished from our vision-w,
will wake up into realm which has only
one season, and that the season of ever
lasting love. But you say: II don't wan
to break out from my present associations
1t is 90 chilly and 90 damp to 90 down
the stairs of that vault. don't wan
anything drawn 90 tightly over my eyes
If there were only some way Of breaking
tuIOuSu Inc phitition DotWoou Woriu
without tearing this body all to shreds
I wonder If the surgeons and the doctor
cannot compound mixture by which thi
body and soul can all the time be KEEP
together? Is there no escape from thi
separation" None; absolutely none. s,
I look over this audience to-day-tbe vas
majority Of you seeming in good healtl
and spirits-and yet I realize that in I
short time all of rs will be gone-gon
from earth, and gone for ever. A grea
many men tumble through the gates o
the future, as it were, and we do not know
where they have gone, and they only add
gloom and mystery to tie passage; bu
Jesus Christ so mighty
sToRMED THR GATES
of that future world, that they have neve
since been closely shut. Christ know
what 1t is to leave this world, Of the besut.
of which He was more sppreciative thai
we ever could be. he knows the exquis
iteness Of the phosphoresence Of the sea
He trod it. he knows the glories Of th
midnight heavens; for they were tn
spangled canopy Of His wilderness pillow
He knows about the lilies; He twistet
them into His sermon. He knows abou