Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1888-03-04

hiilgl.lv, and Walk with slrclrhta iOflh
necks and wanton eyes, wcihlng and
mincing as they 90, ana making 4 iinkl-
ing with their feet: ntha, day the Lord
viii take away the bravery of their tinkl
ing ornaments about their feet. and their
cauls, and their round tiresc like the
moon. the chains, and the braclctS, and
mutllcrs, the bonnets, and the head bands.
and The tablets, and the earrings, the
rings. and the nosejewels. the
cEangeaolc suits Of apparel, and the man
tlc1, and the wimples, and tie crisping
pins. the glasses, and The fine linen and
the hoods, ana the wells" Only think
of q woman having all that on am
glad that the world is getting better and
that fashion which has dominated in the
world SO %ruinously in other days has for
n little time. for "A little degree ~ any
rate relaxed its energies. All the splen-
doris and the extravaganza Of this world
dyed into your robe and flung over your
shoulder cannot wrap peace around your
heart u single mOmcn The gaycst
wardrobe will utter no voice Of condo.
lcnce in the days of trouble ana darkness.
That woman is grandly dressed and only
she who is wrapped in the robe Of the
sAyIOR's RIGHTEOUSNESS.
The home may be very humble. the hat
may be very plain. the frock may be very
coarse; but the halo Of heaven settles in
the room whcn She wears 1t. and the
falntcst touch of the resurrection angel
VIII change that garment into ralmcnt cX-
cecdingly white, SO as no fuller on earth
could whiten it. | come to you, young
women today, to say thar this world can,
not make you happy. ! know it isabright
! world. with glorious sunshine. and golden
rivers. and ilre-workcd sunset. and bird
orchestra, and the darAca. cave has its
crystals. and the wrathicst wave It's foam
wreath. and the coolest midnight its fam
ing anrora; but God will put out all these
lights with the blast of His own n~ostrils.
and the glorics Of this world will perish
in the final Contiagration. lou will never
be happy until you get your sins forgiven
and allow Jesus Christ 10 take full posses
sion Of your soul. He viii! be your friend
in every perplcXity. lie vii be your
comfort in every trial. He will be your
defender in every. strait. ! do not ask you
to bring. like Mary, the spices, to the
sepulchrc Of "a dead Christ. but to bring
yoIr all to the feet OF "A living Jesus. His
word is peace. His look il love. His
hand is help. His touch is life. lis smile
~ ", ttliI', thfiIl III lplNH tAiifi
groups. Come. like the south wind over
banks of myrth Come ike the morning
light tripping over the mountains.
Wrcathe all your affections Oh ChTist's
brow. set all your gems IN Chrjst's c0r0-
net. pour all your voices into Christ's
song, and let this sabbath air rustic with
the wings Of rejoicing agels, and The .ow-
crs Of God rim out the news or souls
saved.
This world its fancicd pearl may crave,
lis not the pearl for me-;
Twill dim is lustre in The grave,
Twill perish in the sea.
But there's a pearl o. price untold,
Which never can be bought with .oi1,
@, that's the pearl for me"
AT II DEATH rnD
The 0 wa very decp. and it was
still falling very rapidly, when, in the
hrst year of my Christian ministry | Aae
tened 70 see Il young woman die, 1t wa
"A very humble home. She was an orphan:
her father had been shipwrcckcd on the
he banks of NcwfoundlanI. She had
earned her own living. As I entered the
room | saw nothing attractive. No tapcs-
Try. Not even "A cushioned chair. The
snow on the window easement was not
whittier than the chcci. of that diving girl.
Il was Il face never to be forgotten.
Sweetness and majesty Of soul, AMI faith
in God. had given her a maichlcss
beauty, and thc sculptor who could
have caught .hc outlines Of
those features. and frozen them
into stone. would have made himself i'm
mortal. With her large, brown ewes she
looked calmly INTO the great eternity. /
sat down BY her bedside and said. Now
! ell me all yonr troubles, aud sorrows, and
struggles, and doubts" She replied. II
have no doubts or struggles. 1t IS ali
plain TO ne. Jesus has smoOthcd the way
for my feet. ] wish when y0u 70 to
your pulpit next Sunday, YOU would tell
the young people that religion will make
them happy. % death, where is thy
sting Mr.. Talmagc. | wonder If this is
not the bliss of DYING said: Yes, !
think il must be-" ! fingered arouni
the couch. The sun was setting, and her
sister lighted a candle. She lighted the
candle for me. The dying girl, the dawn
of heaven IN her face, needed no candle.
rose to go, and she said: thank
YOU for coming. Good night
When we meet again il viii be in heaven
IN ncHNcH! NOOu night 5000 NlBDlt
For her it was good night to tears, good
night TO poverty. good night to death
but when the sun rose again it was good
morning. The light Of another day had
burst in upon her soul. Good morning.
The angels were singing her welcome
home, and the hand of Christ was putting
upon her brow n garland. Good morn
ing Her sun rising. Her palm waving.
Her spirit eXulting before the throne Of
God. Good morning. Good morning.
The white lily Of poor Margaret's cheek
had blushcd into the rose Of health i'm
mortal, and the SHOWS through which WI
carried her to the country graveyard
were symbolic Of that robe which she
wears. 50 white that no fuller on earth
could whiten it.
My slater. my daughter, may your last
end be ike hers.
Maria )" said Mr.. Wipclunks. as ht
: come in and threw a folded document OF
the table. II have just insured my lifC
for $1,000 in your favor. There is tbs
policy
+ Thank you, Dlinhcrson.' said Mrs
T. W.