The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1889-05-17

made investments which will continue
after the last bank of this world has ex-
ploded, and the silver and gold are moltsD
in the fires Of burning world!
Have you, amid all your losses and dis
couragements, forgot that there was
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? Per-
haps your last trouble was a bereave-
ment. The heart which in childhood was
your refuge, the parental heart, and
which has been source of the quickest
sympathy ever since, has suddenly be-
come silent forever, and now sometimes,
whenever in sudden annoyance and with
out elaboration you say: 81 viii go and
tell mother" the thought flashes on you,
81 have no mother:" or the father, with
voice less tender, but as stanch and earn
est and loving as ever, watchful of all our
ways, exultant over our success without
saying much, although the old people do
talk it over by themselves, his trembling
hand on that staff which you now keep as
family relic, his memory 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 wide wilderness
of desolation, the sands of the desert
driT,Ig across the place which once
bloomed like the garden of God. And
Abraham mourns for Sarah at the Cave
Of Machpelah. 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 deep and
few feet wide, but to you it was cavern
down which went all your hopes and
all your expectations. B&S~cheer up in
the Eame o. the Lord Jesus Christ, the
@gmlts~ter. He is not going to forsake
you. Did the Lord take the child out of
your arms? Why, He is going to shelter
it better than you could. He is going to
array it in a white 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 i'm
Fortunate cry that Jesus compassiOnates.
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 the Hud-
son cOmmingled in one scene Of beauty
and grandeur, and while l was on the deck
of the steamer q gentleman pointed out
to me the places Of interest ana he said:
''All this is interval land, and it is the
richest land in all the provinces Of New
Brunswick and Nova Scotia" ''What,"
said I, ''dO you mean by interval land?"
"Well," he said, ''this land is
submerged for a part Of the year;
spring freshets come down, and all these
plains are overfOwed with the water,
and the water leaves q rich de-
posit and when the waters are gone the
harvest springs up, and there is the grand
est harvest that was ever reaped." And
[ instantly thought: cit 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
foods 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 interval land.
But these "reminiscences reach only to
this morning. There will vet be one
more point of tremendous reminisconce,
and that is the last hour of life, when we
have to look over all our past existence.
What q moment that will be! I place
Napoleon's dying "Reminiscences on ST.
Helena beside Mrs. Judson's dying rem
iniscence in the harbOr of ST. Helena,
the same island, twenty years after. Ma
poleOn's dying reminiscence was one of
delirium, "Head of the army" Mrs.
Judson's dying remiuiscence, as she
came home from her missionary toll and
her life OF self-sacriice for God dying in
the cabin Of the ship in the harbor of ST.
Helena, was: 81 always did love the Lord
Jesus Christ" Aud then, the historian
says, she fell into a sound sleep for an
hour, and woke amid the songs of angels.
1 place the dying "reminiscences of
Augustus Caesar against the dying rem
iniscence of the Apostle Paul. The dying
Renaissance of Augustus Cesar was, ad-
dressing his attendants: "Have / played
my part we'll on the stage of Ife?" and
they answered in the affirmative, and he
said: "Why, then, don't you applaud
me?" The dying Renaissance Of Paul
the Apostle was: 81 have fought a good
fight; 1 have kept the faith; henceforth
there is laid up for me crown of right
eousness, which the Lord, tho righteous
Judge, will give me in that day, and not
to me only, but to all them that love His
appearing" Augustus Cesar died amid
pomp and great surroundings. Paul ut
tered his dying reminiscent looking up
through the wall Of dungeon. God grant
that our last hour may be the cIosi ng of a
useful life and the opening of a glorious
eternity.