Connecticut western news., 1889-10-16


 for dinner. Sander twisted her whips ana wagged her poisoned tongue and set her traps but could not catch him. Little ehllu, ren rushed out to get from hnn Kiss. ana old men tottered out to the street corner 10 see him pass.
 Do you want an illustration of devotion, behold him whole nights in prayer. Do you want an example of suffering. see hls path across Palestine tracked with blood. Do you want an example of patience, see him abused and never giving one sharp retort. DO you want an example of industry, see him With out one idle moment. Do you want speci- men of sacrifice. look at his life of self de nial, his death of ignominy. his sepuleher Of humiliation. Oh what an example! His feet wounded. yet he submitted to the journey. His back lacerated. and yet he car ried the cross. Struck, he never struck back again. Condemned, vet he rose high er than his calumniators, and with wounds in his hands and wounds in his feet and wounds on his brow and wounds in his side. he ejaculated: ''Father, forgive them, they know not what they do.' An, my brethren, that is the pole by which to set your compass, that Is the headland by which to steer, that is the light by which to kindle your lamps. that is the example that we ought all to follow. How it would smooth out the roughnesS in our disposi- ton, and the world would be impressed by the transformation and would say: 'l know what is the matter with that man. he IT Alexander was going along with his army in Persia and the snow and ice were so great that the army halted and said: i've can't march any further" Then Alexander dis mounted from hs horse, took Q pickaXe, went ahead of his army and struck into the ice and snow. The soldiers said: If he can do that We can do it." and they took their picks and soon the way was cleared and the army marched on. So our Lord diSmounted from his glory. and through all icy obstacles hews path for himself and path for us, saying: ''Follow me, do not ask you to go through any suffering, or fight any battles where do not lead the way. Follow me!'
 Again I remark. that we are to look to Christ as a Sympathizer. Is there anybody in the house to-day who does not want sym- pathy? I do not know how anybody can live without sympathy. There are those, however, who have gone through very rough paths in life who had no divine arm to lean on. How they got along l do not exactly know. Their fortunes took wings in some unfortunate investment and flew away. The bank failed and they buttoned up penniless pocket Ruthless spectators carried of the fragments of an estate they were twenty five years in getting with hard work. How did they stand it without Christ? Death came into the nursery and there was an empty crib. One voice less in the house. hold. One fountain less of joy and laughter. Two hands less. busy all day long in sport. Two feet less to go bounding and romping through the hall. Two eyes less to beam with love and gladness. Through all that house shadow after shadow, shadow after shadow until it was midnight. How did they get through it? I do hot know. They | trudged the great Sahara with no water in the goat skins. They plunged to their chin in the slough of despond and had no one to | lift them. In an unseaworthy craft they put out into black Euroclydon.
 My brother, my sister, there is balm that cures the worst wound. There is light that will kindle up the worst darkness. | There is harbor from the toughest ocean. | You need and may have the Saviour's sym | pathy. You cannot get on this way. I see | your trouble is wearing you out body and mind and soul. l come on no fools errand today. l come with balm that can heal any | wound. Are you sicki Jesus was sick. Are you weary? Jesus was weary. Are | you persecuted? Jesus was persecuted. Are you bereaved! Did not Jesus weep over Lazarus: Oh, yes, like roe on the moun- tains of Bether Jesus comes bounding to | your soul today. There is one passage of 1 Scripture, every word of which is heart throb: "Come unto me, all ye who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest" Then there is another passage just as good: Cast thy burden on the Lord and he will sustain thee." Oh, there are green pas lures where the heavenly shepherd leads the wounded and sick of the flock.
 The Son of God stands by the tomb of Lazarus and will gloriously break it open at the right time. Genesaret cannot toss it's | waves so high that Christ cannot walk them. The cruse of oil will multiply into an illimita- ble supply. After the orchard seems to have | been robbed of all its fruit the Lord has one tree left, fuil of golden and ripe supply. The requiem may wall with gloom and with | death; but there cometh after while 8 | song, 8 chant, an anthem, battle march, a | jubilee, coronation. Oh, do you not feel | the breath of ChriSts sympathy now. you | wounded ones, you troubled ones? If you | do not, would like to tell you of the chap | lain in the army who was wounded so he could not walk, but he heard at a distance among the dying man who said: "Oh my Godr' He said to himself: ''I must help that man though I can't walk"
 | So he rolled over and rolled through his | own blood and rolled on over many of the slain, until he came where this poor fellow ! was suffering, and he preached to him the comfort of the Gospel, and With his own wound he seemed to sooth the mans wound. It was sympathy going out towards an ob; | ject most necessitous, and one that he could easily understand. And so it is with Christ. though wounded all over himself he heard the cry of our repentance, the our poverty, the cry of our wretch edness, and he says: "1 must go and help that soul," and he rolls over with wounds in head, wounds in hands, wounds in feet. toward us, until he comes just where | we are weltering in our own blood, and he puts his arm over us-and I see it is a wounded arm and it is wounded hand and as he throws his arm over us hear him say: 1T have loved thee with an everlasting l love-:
 Again. we must look to Christ as our final rescue. We cannot with these eyes, however good our sight may be, catch glimpse of the heavenly land for which our souls long, But | have no more doubt that beyond the cold river there is place of glory and of rest
 than we have that across the Atlantic ocean there is another continent. But the heavenly land and this land stand in mighty contrast
 This is barrenness and that verdure. These
 shallow streams of earth which thirsty OK
 might drink dry, or mules hoof trample
 into mire, compared with the bright, crystal
 line river from under the throne, on the
 banks of which river the armies o1
 heaven may rest, and into whose clear
 flood the trees of life dip their branches.
 These instruments of earthly music, SC
 easily racked into discord, compared with
 the harps that thrill with eternal raptures
 and the trumpets that are so musical that
 they wake the dead. These streets along
 which we go panting in summer heat or shiv.
 ering in winters cold, and the poor man car
 ries his burden and the vagrant asks for aims
 and along which shuttle the feet of pain and
 want and woe. compared with those streets
 that sound forever with the feet of joy and
 holiness, and those walls made out of al
 with reflections from jasper and chrysolite
 and topaz and sardonyX and beryl and emer-
 aid and chrysoprasus.
 Oh, the contrast between this world, where
 we struggle with temptation that will not be
 conquered, and that world where 1t is perfect
 joy, perfect holiness and perfect rest! Said :
 little blind child: sMamma, will l be blind
 in heaven!' "Oh no, my dear," replied the
 mother, ''you won't be blind in heaven" A
 little lame child said; Mamma, will l be won't be lame in heaven." Why, when the plainest Christian pilgrim arrives at tht
 heavenly gate it opens to him, and a:
 the angels come down to escer l him i'm anl fhpy Snrpal fhf