The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1888-03-07

the poorest room in your house for the finest
heaven that Huxley, or Stuart Mill, or Dar-
win ever dreamed Of. Their heaven has no
Christ in it: and heaven without Christ,
though you could sweep the whole universe
into it, would be hell. Oh, they tell us
there are no songs there; there are no
coronations in heaven-that is all isl-
there about what we do here, only
clearer intellect, and with alpenstocS
go clambering up over the icebergs
in an euc-nal vacation. Rather than that, I
turn to my Bible, and I find Johns picture
of that good land-that heaven which was
your lullaby in infancy-that heaven which
our children in the Sabbath-school will sing
about this afternoon-that heaven which has
''well at the gate.
After you have been on long journey,
and you come in, all bedusted and tired, to
your home. the first thing you want is re-
freshing ablution, and l am glad to know
that after we get through the pilgrim
grimage-we will find well at
the gate In that one wash. away
will 60 our sins and sorrows. | do not
care whether cherub, or seraph or my own
departed friends in that blessed land place
to my lips the cup, the touch of that cup
will be life, will be heavens was read
ing of how the ancients sought for the
fountain of perpetual youth. They thought
if they could only find and drink out Of that
we'll, the old would become young again, the
sick would be cured, and everybody would
have eternal iuvenescence. Of course, they
could not find it. Eureka! have found it!
1.-The water Of the well of Bethlehem, which
is by the gate"
I think we had better make bargain with
those who leave u.s. going out of this world
from time to time, as to where we will meet
them. Travellers parting appoint place OF
meeting. They say, I'VE will meet at
Rome, or we will meet at Stock
holm. or Vienna, or Jerusalem, or Bethle-
hem" Now, when we come to stand
by the death-pillow of those who are
leaving us for the far land do not let us weep
as though we would never see them again,
where we will meet Where shall it bes Shall
it be on the banks of the rivera No: The
banks are too long: Shall it be in the
temple? No; no. There is such host
there-ten thousand times ten thousand.
Where shall we meet the loved ones! Let US
make an appointment to meet at the well by
the gate. Oh, heaven Sweet heaven! Dear
heaven Heaven, where our good friends
are Heaven, where Jesus is! Heaven!
Heaven!
But while stand here there comes revul-
sion of feeling when Hook into your eyes and
know there are souls here dying of thirst,
notwithstanding the well at the gate. Be-
tween them and the well of heaven there is a
great army Of sin; and though Christ is
ready to clear way to that well for them,
they will not have his love or intercession-
But I am glad to know that you may come
yet. The well is here-the well of heaven.
Come; do not care how feeble you are. Let
me take hold of your arm, and steady you up
to the well-curb. " Ho, every one that
thirsteth, come" would rather win one soul
to Christ this morning than wear the crown
Of the worlds dominion. Do not let any
man 90 away and say I did not invite him.
Oh, if you could only just look at my Lord
once: if you could justs him full in the face;
az, if YOU could only do as that woman did
whom read about at the beginning of the
services-just come up behind him and
touch his feet-methinEs you would live. In
Northern New Jersey, one winter, three lit
tie children wandered off from home in a
snow storm. Night came on. Father and
mother said, 'sWhere are the childrenF' They
could not be found They started out in
haste, and the news ran to the neigh
there were hundreds Of men hunting the
mountains for those three children, but
found them not After while a man imagined
there was place that had not been looked at,
and he went and saw the three children. He
examined their bodies He found that the
older boy had taken off his coat
and wrapped it around the younger one, the
baby, and then taken of his vest and put it
around the other one; and there they all
died, he probably the first, for he had no coat
or vest. Oh, it was touching scene when that
was brought to light! was on the ground
q little while after, and it brourht the
whole scene to my mind, and I thought to
nvseR of more melting scene than that:
when Jesus, our elder brother, took OF the
robe of his royalty and laid aside the last
garment Of earthly comfort, that ne mlght
wrap our poor souls from the blast. Oh, the
height, and the depth, and the length, end
the breadth of the love Of Christ!