Milford chronicle., 1888-03-30


him that dieth.n Blessed be God for such
gospel as this. 'sCut the slices thin,n said the
wife to the husband, "or there will not be
enough to go all around for the children; cut
the slices thin Blessed be God there is
full loaf for every one that wants itl Bread
enough and to spare. No thin slices at tho
Lords table. I remember when the Master
Street hospital, in Philadelphia, was opened
during the war. a telegram came, saying:
'sThere win De 500 wounded men tonight; 10
ready to take care Of them;" and from my
church there went in some twenty or thirty
men and women to look after these poor
wounded fellows. As they came some from
one part of the land, some from another, no
one asked whether this man was from Ore
gon, or from Massachusetts,, or from Mime
sofa, or from New York. There was a
wounded soldier, and the only question was
how to take of the rags the most gently, and
put on the bandage, and administer the
cordial. And when a soul comes to God, He
does not ask where you came from or what
your ancestry was. Healing for all your
/ wounds Pardon for all your guilt. Com
fort for all your troubles.
/ Then, also, counsel you, il you want TO
! get back, to quit all your bad associations.
/ One unholy intimacy will fill your soul with
moral distemper. In all the ages Of the
/ church there has not been an instance where
a man kept one evil associate and was re-
! formed. Go home today, open your desk,
take out letter paper, stamp and envelope,
and then write a letter something like this
MY Old Companions-I start this day for
heaven. Until am persuaded you will join
me in this, farewell
Then sign your name and send the letter
by the first post Give up your bad COM
! panions or give up heaven. 1t is not ten bad
l companions that destroy a man, nor five bad
companions, nor three bad companions, nor
two bad companions, but one. What chance
is there for that young man l saw along the
street, four or five young men with him,
halting in front of a grogshop, urging him to
60 in, he resisting, violently resisting, until
after a while they force him TO go ini 1t was
a summer night and the door was left open,
and saw the process. They held him fast,
and they put the cup to his lips, and they
forced down the strong drink What chance
is there for such young mani
l counsel you, also, seek Christian advice.
Every Christian man is bound TO help you.
If You find no other human ear willing to
listen to your story OF struggle, come to me,
and Will by every sympathy Of my heart,
and every prayer, and every toll of my hand,
stand beside you in the struggle for reforma-
ton; and as hope to have my own sins for
given, and hope to be acquitted at the judg-
ment seat of Christ, win not betray you.
First of all, seek God; then seek Christian
I counsel. Gather up all the energies of body,
mind and soul, and, appealing to God for
success, declare this day everlasting war
against all drinking habits, all gaming prae-
tices, all houses Of sin. Half and half work
80,
leo Shrink back now and you are lost. Push
on and you are saved A Spartan general
fell at the very moment of victory, but he
dipped his finger in his own blood, and wrote
on a rock near which he was dying; Sparta
has conquered Though your struggle to
get rid OF sin may seem to be almost a death
struggle, you can dip your finger in your
own blood, and write on the Rock Of Ages:
'Victory though our Lord Jesus Christ Oh!
what glorious news it would be for some of
these young men to send home to their
parents in the country. They go TO the post
Office every day or two to see if there are any
letters from you. How anxious they are TO
hear Nothing would please them half so
much as the news you might send home to
morrow that you had given your heart to
God I know how it is in the country. The
night comes on. The cattle stand under the
rack through which bursts the trusses of
hay. The horses just having frisked up
through the meadow at the night fall stand
knee deep in the bright straw that invites
them to lie down and rest. The perch Of the
hovel is full Of fowl, their feet warm under
the feathers. In the old farm house at night
no candle is lighted, for the flames clap their
hands about tho great backlog, and shake
the shadow of the group up and down the
wall. Father and mother sit there for half
an hour, saying nothing. l wonder what
they are thinking of. After a while the
father breaks the silence and says: "Well, |
wonder where our boy is in town to-night;
and the mother answers: I'm no bad place, l
warrant you; we always could trust him
when he was home, and since he has been
away there have been so many prayers
offered for him we can trust him still. -
Then at s o'clock-for they retire early in
the country-at o'clock they lneel down
and commend you to that God who watches
in country and in town, on the land and on
tho sea,
Somo one said to a Grecian general:
''What was the proudest moment of your
lifep He thought a moment and said: 1.-THE
prorrdest moment Of my life was when sent
word home to my parents that / had gained
the victory" And the proudest and most
brilliant moment in your life will be the mo-
ment when you can send word to your par
ents in the country that you have conquered
your evil habits, by the grace Of God, and
become eternal victor. Oil despise not
parental anxiety. The time Will come when
you will have neither father nor mother, and
you win 60 round the place where they used
to watch and find them gone from the house
J and gone from the field, and gone from the
/ neighborhood. Cry as loud for forgiveness
, as you may over tho mound in the church.
, yard, they will not answer. Deadl Dead
! And then you will take out the white lock Of
hair that was cut from your mothers brow
Just before they buried her, and you will take
, the cane with which your father used to walk
and you will think and think, and wish that
you had done just as they wanted you to, and
, would give the world if you had never thrust
a pang through their dear old hearts. God
pity the young man who has brought dis
grace Oh his fathers name God pity the
? young man who has broken his mother,
( heart. Better if he had never been born
better if, in the first hour Of his life instead
! of being laid against the warm bosom Of ma
( telnal tenderness, he had been cofiined and
sepulchred There is no balm powerful
! enough to heal the heart of one who ha.
brought parents to a sorrowful grave and who
, wanders about through the dismal cemetery
rending the hair and wringing the hands
S and crying: "Motherl motherln Oh, thai
: today, by all the memories Of tho past, ant
by all the hopes Of tho future, you would
+ yield your heart to God. May your father.
/ God and your mothers God be your God for
D ever.
Artificial Flowers Going Out.
1t is said that artificial flowers are going
out of use in England and lace coming in at