Milford chronicle., 1888-07-20
Jesus, lover Of my soul,
Let me TO thy bosom ny,
While the pillows near me roll,
While the tempest still Is high.

lahd you culture, the places in which you
barter, are soon to go into other hands.
However hard you may have it now, if you
are a Christian tho scene will soon end.
Pain, trial, persecution never knock at the
door Of the grave 4 coffin made out pine
boards is just rs good a resting place as
one made out OF silver mounted mahogany
or rosewood. Go down among the
resting places of the dead, and you will find
that though people there had great differ
ence Of worldly circumstances, now they are
all alike unconscious. Tho hand that greeted
the senator, and the president, and the king
is still as the hand that hardened on the me
chanic's hammer or the manufacturers
wheel It does not make any difference now
whether there is q plain stone above them
from which the traveller pulls aside the weeds
to read the name, or a tall shaft springing
into the heavens as though TO tell their vir-
tues to the skies.
In that silent land there are no titles for
great men, and there are no rumblings Of
chariot wheels, and there is never heard the
foot of the dance The Egyptian guano
which is thrown on the fields in the east for
the enrichment of the soil is the dust ralled
out from the sepulchers of kings and lords
and mighty men. Oh tho chagrin OF those
men if they had ever known that in the after
ages of the world they would have been
called Egyptian guano.
OF how much worth now is the crown Of
Caesar! Who bids for itl Who cares now
anything about the Amphictynnic council or
the laws Of Lycurgusl Who trembles now
because Xerxes crossed the Hellespont on a
bridge of boatsl Who fears because Nobu-
chadnezzar thunders at the gates of Jerusa-
lem3 Who cares now whether or not Cleopatra
marries Antony! Who crouches before Fer
or Boniface, or Alaricl Can Crom-
well dissolve the English parliament nowl
Is William, prince Of Orange, king of the
the Netherlands! No, mol However much
Elizabeth may love the Russian crown, she
must pass it to Peter, and Peter to Catherine,
and Catherine to Paul, and Paul to Alex
ander, and Alexander to Nicholas Leopold
puts the German sceptcr into the hand Of
Joseph, and Philip comes down off the Span
ish throne TO let Ferdinand go ON. House Of
Aragon, house of Hapsburg, house Of
Stuart, house of Bourbon, quarreling
about everything else, but agreeing
in this: 'rhe fashion of this world
passeth away" But have all these dignita-
ries gonel Can they not be called back!
have been in assemblages where l have heard
the roll called, and many distinguished men
have answered. If 1 should call the roll to-
day Of some Of those mighty ones who have
gone wonder if they would not answer.
will call the roll. l will call tho roll Of the
kings first: Alfred the Greatl William the
Conqueror Frederick III Louis XVII No
answer. ! will call the roll of the pOets
Robert Southey! Thomas Campbelll John
Keatsl George Grabbed Robert Burnsl No
answer. call the roll of artists: Michael
Angelo Paul Veronesel William TTnerl
Christopher Wrenl No answer. Eyes
closed Ears deaf Lips silent Hands pal
sled. Scepter, pencil, pen, sword, put down
forever. Why should we struggle for such
baubles?
Another reason why we should culture this
spirit of cheerfulness is the fact that God
knows what IS best for his creatures. You
know what is best for your child. He thinks
you are not as liberal with him as you ought
to be. He critieises your discipline, but you
look over the whole field, and you, loving
that child, do what in your deliberate judg-
lnent is best for him. Now, God is tho best
of fathers Sometimes his children think
that he is hard on them, and that no is not as
liberal with them as he might be. But chill
can tell you why you are not largely afiluent,
and why you have not been grandly success
full. 1t is because you cannot stand the temp
tation. II your path had been smooth, you
would have depended upon your own
surefootednoss; but God roughened that
path, so you have to take hold Of
his hand If the weather had been
mild, you would havo loitered along the
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storm you quickened your pace heavenward
and wrapped around you the warm robe of a
Saviour's Righteousness. ''What have
doneln says the wheatsheaf to the farmer,
what have done that you beat me so hard
with your haili' The farmer makes no
answer, but the rake takes Off the straw, and
the mill blows the chaff to the wind, and the
golden grain falls down at the foot of the
windmill. After awhile, the straw looking
down from the NOW upon the golden grain
banked up on either side the floor under
stands why the farmer beat the wheatsheaf
with the fail.
Who aae those before the throne2 The an
swer came: These are they who, out Of
great tlibulation, had their robes washed and
made white in the blood Of the lamb .
Would God that we could understand that
our AElilo uAG NLe very Deab lAAti5 AoL US II
wc had an appreciation of that truth, then
we should know why it was that John
Noyra, the martyr, in the very midst of the
flame, reached down and picknd up one Of
the fagots that was consuming him, and
kissed it, and said: BLESSED be God for the
tino when l was born for this preferment.n
They who suffer with him on earth shall be
glorified with him in heaven. Be content,
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Another consideration leading us to the
spirit Of the text is the assurance that the
Lord will provide somehow VIII he who
holds the water in the hollow Of his hand
allow his children to die of thirsti VIII he
who owns the cattle on a thousand hills and
all the earth's luxuriance of grain and fruit,
allow his children to starvel Go out to-
morrow morning at o'clock into the woods
and hear the birds chant. They have had no
breakfast, they know not where they will
dide, they have no idea where they will sup;
but hear the birds chant at 8 o'clock in tho
'Behold the fowls Of the air;
for they sow not, neither do they
reap, nor gather into barns, yet your heav-
emily Father feedeth them. Are you not
fauch better than theyq' Seven thousand
people, in Christ's time, went into the desert.
Autl NeAt Au1 Aloob AliAllAOfloSAl p1opAo
ever heard Of They deserved to starye. They
might have taken food enough to last them
until they got back Nothing did they take.
A lad, who had more wit than all Of them
put together, asked his mother TINT morning
for some loaves Of bread and some fishes.
They were put into his sachel He went out
into the desert. From this provision the
seven thousand were fed, and the more they
ate the larger the loaves grew until tho pro
vision that the boy brought in one sachel was
multiplied so he could not have carried tho
home in six sachels. 90 you say,
''times have changed, and the day of miracles
has gone.n reply that, what God did then
by miracle, be does now in some other way,
and by natural laws. Il have been young
said David, ''but now 1 am old; yet havo
never seen the righteous forsaken, nor his
seed begging bread" It is high time that