Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1889-05-16

| Mrs. Judson's dying "reminiscences In the
harbor of st. Helena, the same island,
twenty years after. Napoleon's dying
"reminiscences was one of delirium: Head
of the army" Mrs. Judson's dying remln-
iscence as she came home from her mis-
| sionary toll and her life of self-sacrifice
for God, dying in the cabin of the ship in
the harbor of St Helena, was: ~ always
did love the Lord Jesus Christ" And
then, the historian says she fell into a
sound sleep for an hour, and woke amid
| the songs of angels.
Perhaps your last sorrow was a finan-
cial embarras sment 1 congratulate some
of you ON your lucrative profession or oc-
cupation, on ornate apparel, on commo'
dious residence-every thing you put youi
hands to seems TO turn to gold. But there
are others of you who are like the ship on
which Paul sailed, where two seas met,
and you are broken by the violence of the
waves. By an unadvised Endorsement or
by the conjunction of unforeseen events,
or by fire. or storm or a senseless panic,
| you have been flung headlong. and where
you once dispensed great charities, now
you have hard work to make the two ends
| meet.
Have you forgotten to thank Col for
your days of prosperity, and that through
your trials some OF you have made invest
ments which will continue after the last
bank of this world has exploded, and the
silver and gold are molten in the fires OF
a burning world? Have you, amid all
your losses and discouragements, forgot
that there was bread on your table this
morning and that there shall be a shelter
for your head from the storm, and there is
air for your lungs, and blood for your
heart, and light for your eye. and glad
and glorious and triumphant religion for
your soul?
Perhaps your last trouble was a be-
reavement That heart which in child
hood was your refuge, the parental heart,
and which has been a source of the quick
est sympathy ever since, has suddenly
become silent forever and now some-
times, whenever in sudden annoyance and
without deliberaticn you say: Il will go
and tell mother" the thought flashes on
you 81 have no mother" or the father,
with voice left tender, but as stanch and
earnest and loving as ever, watchful of
all your ways, exultant over your success
without saying much, although the old
people do talk it over by themselves, his
trembling hand on that staff which you
uOh hccp ICiIS, LIS AOLOA
embalmed in grateful hearts is taken away
forever.
Or, there was your companion in life,
sharer of your joys and sorrows, taken,
leaving the heart an old ruin, where the
chill winds blow over a wild wilderness
of desolation, the sands of the desert driv-
ing across the place which once bloomed
like the garden of God. And Abraham
fh4 Of H.
pelah. Going along your path in life,
suddenly, right before you was an open
grave People looked down and they saw
it was only a few feet de- and few feet
wide, but TO you it was a cavern down
which went all your hopes and all your
expectations.
But cheer up in the name of the Lord
j esus Christ, the Comforter. He is not
going to forsake you. Did the Lord take
that child out of your arms? Why, He is
going to shelter it better than you could.
He is going to array it in w hite robe,
and with palm branch it will be all ready
to greet you at your coming home. Blessed
the broken heart that Jesus heals. Blessed
the importunate cry that Jesus compass
sionates. Blessed the weeping eye from
which the soft hand of Jesus wipes away
the tear.
L was sailing down the st. John river.
Canada, which is the Rhine and Hudson
commingled in one scene of beauty and
grandeur, and while 1 was on the deck of
the steamer a gentleman pointed out to
me the places of interest, and he said, "All
this is interval land, and it is the richest
land in all the provinces of New BIuns
wick and Nova Scotia"
81 I h1-i in
terval land?" "Well," he said, "this
land is submerged for part of the year;
spring freshets come down, and all these
p aims are overhowed with the water, and
the water leaves a rich deposit. and when
the waters are gone the harvest springs
up. and there is the grandest harvest that
was ever reaped." And l instantly
thought, at is not the heights of the
Church and it is not the heights of this
world that is the scene of the greatest
prosperity, but the soul over which the
floods of sorrow have gone, the soul over
which the freshets of tribulation have
torn their way, that yields the greatest
fruits of Righteousness, and the largest
harvest for time, and the richest harvest
for eternity" Bless God that your soul
is inter val land
sorrow. What was it? Perhaps it was
your own sickness. The child's tread on
the stair, or the tick of the watch on the
stand disturbed you. Through the long
weary days you counted the figures in the
carpet or the flowers on the wallpaper. o,
the WEAKNESS, the exhaustion! o, the
burning pangs! Would God it were morn
ing, would God it were night, were your
frn nnrf GrrtN hotta
haps even well. Have you thanked that
God to-day you can come out in the fresh
air; that you are in this place to hear
Gods name. and to sing Gods praise, and
implore Gods help, and to ask Gods for
giveness: Bless the Lord who healeth all
our diseases, and redeemeth our lives from
destruction.
Iplace the dying "reminiscences of Au-
gustus Caesar against the dying reminis-
cence of the Apostle Paul. The dying
"reminiscences of Augustus Caesar was, ad-
dressing his attendants, Have l played
my part well on the stage of life!" and
they answered in the affirmative. and he
said: ''Why, then, don't you applaud me:"
The dying "reminiscences of Paul the Apos-
tie was: 81 have fought good fight, /
have kept the faith; henceforth there is
laid up for me a crown of righteousness,
which the Lord, the righteous Judge. will
give me in tn at day, and not to me only,
but to all them that love His appearing"
Augustus Caesar died amid pomp and
great surroundings. Paul uttered his dy-
ing "reminiscences looking up through hole
in the wall of dungeon. God grant that
our last hour may be the closing of use
full life and the opening of glorious
eternity.
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