Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1888-02-20

may be very hu nble, the lat may be very
plaiu, the fFock may be very course; but
The halo Of heaven settles IN the room
when she wears it, snd the faintest touch
Of the resurrection angel will change that
garment into rainent exceeding white, SO
as no fuller on earth could whiten 1t. l
come TO you, young women, to-day, TO
say that this world cannot make you nap
Ply. know 1t is
A BRIGHT WORLD,
with glorious sunshine, and golden rivers,
and fire. worked sunset, and bird orches-
trs, and the darkest cave has its crystals,
and the WrGthiest wave it foam wreath,
AID the coolest midnight its flaming
aurora but God will put out an these
lights with the blast OF His oWd nOshile,
and the glOries of this world will perish
in the fnal coDhagr&'i)n. You
will never be happy until you
get your sins forgiven
aud allow Christ Jesus TO take full pos
| session OF your soul. He will be your
friend In every perplexlty. He will be
your comfort in every trial. He will be
your defender ia every strait. 1 DO not
ask you to bring, like Mary, the spices to
the sepulcEre OF q 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. 0, come, then,
| IN fiJcks and g-Cups. Come like the
south. wind over banks Of myrrh. Come
like the morains light tripping sVer the
mountains. WreAthe al your affections
on Cbrist's brow, set all your gems in
| Christ's coronet, pour all your voices into
Chrlst's so1g, and let this Sabbath sir
Rustic with the wings of rejoicing angels
and the towers Of God ring out the news
lof souls saved.
THIS world its fancied pearl may crave,
| 'Tis not the pea for me;
| 'Tw II dim Its lustre In the grave,
/ Twill perish In the SEA.
But there's pearl of p'ics untold,
| Which never can be bought With Soloi
0, Ihaa's the pearl for me.
The snow was very deep, and 1t was
still falling rapidly, when, in the first
year Of my Christian ministry, l FASTENED
20 see @ young woman die. 1t was g very
humble home. she was an orphan; hel
father had been shipWrecked on the banks
of Newfoundland She hsd Learned her
own living. As entered the room ssE
nothing attractive. No pictures. No
tapestry. Not even a cushioned chair
The snow on the window easement Ws:
not whittier than the cheek OF
THAT DYING GIRL.
. I. was face never TO be forgotten
Sweetness and majesty OF soul, and iaitf
in God, had given ner q matchless beauty
and the sculptor who could have csu2h
the outlines of those features, and frCZsI
them into stone, wouldi have made him
self immortal. With her large, brown
, eyes she looked calmly into the erea
eternity. sat down by her bedside snC
said: "NoW tell me all your troubles
! and SORROWS, and struggles, and doubts.
( she replied: ~ have no doubts or strug
: giles. L is all plSia to me. Jesus ha
smoothed the way for my feet. Wisl
t when you go to your pulpit next Sunday
you would tell the Young people that re
llgion will make them bsppy. % death
where is thy sting?' Mr.. Tslmsge,
Q wonder il this is not the bliss OF dyinef
: said: "Yes, 1 think 1t must be-"
j fingered around the couch. The SUI
was setting, and her sister lighted can
e die. She lighted the candle for me. TIT
q dying girl, the dawn OF heaven in he
d face, needed no candle. l rose to &C
q end she said: "I thank you for coming
j Good night! When we meet agAtn it vii
. be In heaven-in hesve Good nigh
t good night" EQrher it was good nigh
to tesrs, good nigh to poverty, goo
u sight TO death; but when the sun los
. again it WAS good morning. The light c
another day mad burst in upon her SOU
. Good morniugl The angels were sing
l ing her welcome home, and the hand
{: Christ was putting upon her brow q ga
e land. Good morning! Her sun rising
D Her palm waving. Her spirit exultln
q before the throne OF God. Good morn
q ing! Good morningl Tne white lily {
1t poor Margsret's cheek had blushed int
e the rose of health immortal, and tn
IL SHOWS though which We carried her 1
4 the country graveyard were symbols
i that robe which she wears, SO white thH
l. no fuller On earth could whiten Il.
q My sister, my daugher, may your Ia!
: end be like heTsl -