The Grenada sentinel., 1888-12-22
rather. ont Of all these disasters shall v

ness What though my money be gone
, | hakIa title deed to the whole univers
inl}ie promise: 'All are yours Wha
lffYugh my worldly friends fall away
4 i1n1stering angels are my bodyguard
hVhat though my fare be poor and m,
| bread be scantY I sit at the Kings ban
quet."
You and l have found out that people
who pretend to be happy are not always
happy. Look at that young man carica-
turing the Christian religion, scoffing al
every thing good, going into registering
drunkenness, dashing the champagne
bottle to the floor, rolling the glasses from
the bar-room counter, laughing, shout.
ing, stamping the floor, shrieking. Is he
happy? Twill go to his midnight pillow
will see him turn the gas off. will ask
myself If the pillow on which he sleeps is
as soft as the pillow on which that pure
young man sleeps. Ah! no. When
he opens his eyes in the morning
will the world be as bright to
him as to that young man who re-
tired at night saying his prayers,
invoking Gods blessing upon his own
soul and the souls Of his comrades, and
father and mother and brothers and sis
tiers far away? No, no. His laughter will
ring out from the saloon SO that you hear
it as you pass by, but it is hollow laugh
ter; in it is the swapping of heart-strings
and the the rattle of prison gates. Happy
that young man happy! Let him fill high
the bowl; he can not drown an upbraid-
ing conscience. Letthe balls roll through
the bowling alley; the deep rumble
and the sharp crack can not over
power the voices of condemnation.
Let him whirl in the dance
of sin and temptation and death. All the
brllllancy OF the scene can not make him
forget the last look Of his mother, as he
left home, when she said to him: "Now,
my son, you will do right, am sure you
will do right; you will, won't you?" That
young man happy? Why, across every
night there fit shadows of eternal dark
ness; there are adders coled up in every
cup; there are vultures of despair strik-
ing their iron beak into his heart; there
are skeleton fingers of grief pinching at
the throat. l come in amid the clinking
OF the glasses and under the flashing of
the chandeliers, and l cry: "Woe! woe.
The way of the ungodly shall perish.
There Is no peace, saith my God to the
wicked. The way of transgressors is hard"
Oh, my friends, there is more ioy in one
cup of Christian satisfaction than in the
whole river of sinful delight. Other wings
may be drenched of the storm and
splashed of the tempest, but the dove
that comes in through the window of this
Heavenly ark has wings like the dove cov-
cred with silver, and her feathers with
yellow gold.
Oh, do you know of any thing, my hear
er, that is more beautiful than to see
young man start out for Christ? Here is
some one falling; he lifts him up. Here
is vagabond boy; he introduces him to s.
mission school. Here is family freezing
to death; he carries them scuttle of coal.
There are eight hundred million perishing
in midnight heather darkness; by all pos
slble means he tries to send to them the
Gospel. He may be laughed at, and he
may be caricatured, but he is not ashamed
TO go everywhere, saying: 81 am not
ashamed OF the Gospel of Christ. 1t is
the power of God and the wisdom of God
unto salvation" Such young man can
go through every thing. There is no force
show you three spectacles. Spectacle
the first: Napoleon passes bywith the host
that went down with him to Egypt, and up
with him through Russia, and crossed the
continent on the bleeding heart of which
he set his iron heel, and across the uuiy-
ering flesh Of which he went grinding the
wheels of his gun carriages-in his dying
moment asking his attendants to put on
his military boots for him.
Spectacle the second: Voltaire, bright
and learned, and witty and eloquent, with
tongue and voice and stratagem Internal,
warning against God and poisoning whole
kingdoms With his infidelity, yet applaud
ed by the clapping hands of thrones and
empires and coutinents-his last words. in
delirium supposing Christ standing by
the bedside-his last words: Crush that
wretchW
Spectacle the third: Paul-PauL insig-
nltlcant in person, thrust out from all re-
lined association, scourged, spat on, |
like wild beast from city to |
,ity, yet trying to make the world good |
md Heaven full; announcing resurrec-
ion to those who mourned at the barred |
gates of the dead; speaking consultations |
which light up the eyes of widowhood and |
'rphanage, and want with glow of certain |
md eternal release undaunted before |
hose who could take his life, his cheek |
lushed with transport, and his eye on
Heaven; with one hand shaking defiance
It all the foes of earth and all the princi-
'alities of hell, and with the other hand
reckoning messenger angels to come and
'ear him away, as he says: 81 am now
eady to be offered and the time of my
departure is at hand; have fought the
,ood fight have finished my course, l
lave kept the faith; henceforth there is
aid up for me a crown of righteousness
'hich the Lord, the righteous Judge, will
i've me-"
Which Of the three spectacles do you
lost admire? When the wind of death
truck the conqueror and the infdel they
'ere tossed like sea gulls in tempest,
renchcd of the wave and torn of the
urricane, their dismal voices heard
trough the everlasting storm; but when
1e wave and the wind of death struck
aul, like an albatross he made throne
the tempest, and one day floated away
ito the calm, clear summer of Heaven,
Fighter than the dove, its wings covered
18th silver and its feathers with yellow
old. Oh, are you not in love with such a
,ligion-a religion that can do so much
'r man while he lives and so much for
man when he comes to die! | suppose
)u may have noticed the contrast be-
veen the departure of Christian and