The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1888-03-08

| grave, and wreath of white blossoms
| on the top of it; and bitter desolations
and signing at nightfall with no one to
| put to bed, and a wet pillow, and a
| grave, and wreath of white blossoms
on the top of it. The heavenly Shepherd
will take that lamb safely anyhow,
whether you have been faithful or un-
faithful; but would it not have been
| pleasanter if you could nave heard from
those lips the praises of Christ? / never
read anything more beautiful than this
about child's departure. The account
said, "She folded her hands, kissed her
mother good-by, sang her hymn, turned
her face to the wall, said her little prayer,
and then died."
Oh, if could gather up in one para
graph the last words of the little one
who have gone out from all these Chris.
tian circles, and could picture the calm
look and the folded hands and sweet de-
parture, methinks it would be grand and
beautiful as one of Heavens great dox-
ologiesl
/ next speak of Christ as the old mans
song. Quick music loses its charm for
the aged ear. The school girl asks for
schottische or glee, but her grandmother
asks for s'Balerma" or the Portuguese
Hymn" Fifty years of trouble have
tanned the spirit, and the keys of
the music board must have a solemn
tread. Though the voice may be tremu-
lous, so that grandfather will not trust it
in church, still he has the Psalm book
open before him and he sings with his
SOUL He huns his grandchild asleep
| fhn FIR, hn frrtx
ago in the old country meeting house.
Some day the choir sings a tune SO old
that the young people do not know it; !;
but it starts the tears down the cheek of
the aged man, for it reminds him of the
revival scene in which he participated.
and of the radiant faces that long since
went to dust, and of the gray haired
minister leaning over the pulpit and
sounding the good tidings of great joy.
was one Thanksgiving day in my
pulpit in Syracuse, N. Y, and Rev. Dan
iel Waldo, at 90 years of age, stood be-
side me- The choir sang tune. said:
81 am sorry they sang that new tune:
nobody seems to know it. - ''Bless you,
my son." said the old man, II heard
that seventy years ago!"
There was song today that touched
the life of the aged with holy fire, and
kindled glory on their vision that our
younger eyesight cannot see. 1t was the
song of salvation-Jesus, who fed them
all their lives long; Jesus, who wiped
away their tears; Jesus, who stood by
them when all else failed; Jesus, in
whose name their marriage was conse-
Grated, and whose resurrection has poured
light upon the graves of their departed
Blessed the Bible in which spectacled old
age reads the promise, II will never
leave you. never forsake your Blessed
the staff on which the worn out pilgrim
totters on toward the welcome of his re-
deemer! Blessed the hymn book in
which the faltering tongue and the fail
ing eyes find Jesus, the old mans song.
speak to you again of Jesus as the
night song. Job speaks of him who Civ
eth songs in the night. John Welch, the
old Scotch minister, used to put plaid
across his bed on cold nights, and some
one asked him why he put that there.
He said ''Oh, sometimes in the night /
want to sing the praise of Jesus, and to
get down and pray; then just take that
plaid and wrap it around me, to keep
myself from the cold" Songs in the
night! Night of trouble has come down
upon many of you. Commercial losses
put out one star, slanderous abuse put
out another star, domestic bereavement
has put out thousand lights, and gloom
has been added to gloom, and chill to
chill, and sting TO sting, and one mid
night has seemed to borrow the fold
from another midnight to wrap itself in
| IL IL, lx,,4 ~,.s.4
has spoken peace to your heart, and you
can sing:
Jesus lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
| While the pillows near me roll
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, oh, my Saviour! hide
Till the storm Of life is past,
| Safe into the haven guide;
Oh receive my soul at last.
Songs in the night! Songs in the
night! For the sick, who have no one
to turn the hot pillow, no one to put the
taper on the stand. no one to put ice Oh
the temple, or pour out the soothing ano
dyne, or utter one cheerful word-yet
songs in the night! For the poor, who
, freeze in the winters cold, and sweltel
I'm the summers heat, and MUNICH the
shiver under blankets that cannot any
: longer be patched, and tremble because
rent day is come and they may be SCI
{ out on the sidewalk, and looking into the
starved face of the child and seeing
famine there and death there, coming
|, home from the bakery, and saying, in tn,
! presence of the little famished ones, "Oh
my God, flour has gone upv' Yet songs il
} the night! Songs in the night! For tn,
widow who goes to get the back pay O
| her husband. slain by the ''sharp shoot
| ers," and knows it is the last help sh,
will have moving out of comfortabl
3 home in desolation, death turning bacl
t from the exhausting cough and the pail
S cheek and the lusterless eye, and refusin,
9 all relief. Yet songs in the night! Song
/ i'm the night! For the soldier in the fielt
/ hospital, no surgeon to bind up the gun
g shot fracture, no water for the hot lips
= no kind hand to brush away the file
| from the fresh wound, no one to take tn
loving farewell, the groaning Of other
J! poured into his own groan, the blasphem.
t of others plowing up his own spirit, tn
: condensed bitterness of dying away from
e home among strangers. Yet songs il
e the night! Songs in the night! "Ah!'
e said one dying soldier, ''tell my mothe
0 that last night there was not one clou,
: between my soul and Jesus" Songs il
/; the night! Songs In the night
s The Sabbath day has come. From tn
t affairs of ten thousand churches ha
y smoked up the SAVIOR of sacrifice. Min
3 listers of the Gospel are now preaching j
: plain English, in broad Scotch, in flowin
/ Italian, in harsh Choctaw. Gods pee
e pie have assembled in Hindoo temple
/ and Moravian church, and Quaker meet
h ing house, and sailors bethel, and king
e chapel, and high lowered cathedral
:, They sang, and the song floated O
r amidst the spice groves, or struck tn
/ icebergs, or floated off into the wester
e pines, or was drowned in the clamor {
n the great cities. Lumbermen sang i
6 and the factory girls, and the children
l. the Sabbath class, and the traine
y choirs in great assemblages. Tral