The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1889-05-09

GODS CONSOLATION.
But one day there arose from the
heavens a chill blast that swept over
the bedroom, and instantly all the
light went out, and there was dark
ness = thick, murky, impenetrable,
shuddering darkness. But God didn't
leave you there. Mercy spoke. As
you took up the cup, and was about
to put it to your lips, God said, 'Let
it pass" and forthwith, as by the
hand of angels, another cup was put
into your hands; it was the cup of Gods
consolation. And as you have some
times lifted the head of wounded
soldier, and poured wine into his lips,
so God put his left arm under your
head, and with his right hand he
poured into your lips the wine of his
comfort and his consolation, and you
looked at the empty cradle and looked
at your broken heart, and you looked at
the Lords chastisement, and you said,
Even SO, Father, for SO it seemeth
good in thy sight"
Ah, 1t was your first trouble. How
did you get over it2 God comforted
you. You have been a better man
ever since. You have been a better
woman ever since. In the jar of the
closing gate of the sepulcher you
heard the changing of the opening gate
of heaven, and you felt an irresistible
drawing heavenward. You have been
purer of mind ever since that night
when the little one for the last time
put its arms around your neck and
said, Good night, papa; good night,
mamma. Meet me in heaven"
But / must come on down to your
--latest sorrow What was it2 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 in the wall paper. Oh,
the weariness, the exhaustion Oh,
the burning pangsI Would God it
were morning, would God 1t were
night, were your frequent cry But
you are better, or perhaps even well.
Have you thanked that God today
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
forgiveness Bless the Lord who heal
eth all our diseases. and redeemeth
our lives from destruction.
Perhaps your last sorrow was finan-
cial embarrassment l congratulate
some OF you on your lucrative profes-
sion or occupation, on ornate apparel,
on commodious residence-every-
| thing you put your 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 q conjunction of unforeseen
events, or by fire, or storm or sense
less panic, you have been flung head
| long, and where you once dispensed
great charities. now you have hard
work to make the two ends meet
Have you forgotten to thank God
for your days of prosperity, and that
through your trials some of you have
made investments which will continue
after the last bank of this world has
exploded, and the silver and gold are
molten in the fires of q burning world2
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 a
glad and glorious and triumphant re-
ligion for your soul2
Perhaps your last trouble was a be-
reavement. That heart which in child
hood was your refuge, the parental
heart, and which has been q source Of
the quickest sympathy ever since, has
suddenly become silent forever, and
now sometimes, whenever in sudden
annoyance and without deliberation
you say 81 will go and tell mother, ="
the thought flashes on you, II have
no mother" or the father, with voice
less 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 them
selves, 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 wide
wilderness of desolation, the sands
of the desert driving across the place
which once bioomed like the garden
of God. And Abraham mourns for
Sarah at the cave of Machpelah. Go
ing along your path in life, suddenly,
right before you was an open grave.
People looked down and they saw il
was only few feet deep and few
feet wide, but to you it was cavern
down which went all your hopes and
oil your expectations.
But cheer up in the name of the
Lord Jesus Christ, the Comforter He
is not going to forsake you. Did the
Lord take that child out of your armsi
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
tho broken heart that Jesus heals.
Blessed the importunate cry that Jesus
compassionates Blessed the weeping
eve from which the soft hand of Jesus
wipes away the tear.
| was sailing down the st. John
river. Canada, which is the Rhine and
the Hudson commingled in one scene
of beauty and grandeur, and while
was on the deck of the steamer gen
tleman pointed out TO me the places oi
interest. and he said, ''All this is in.
teryal land, and it is the richest land
in all the provinces of New Brunswick
and Nova Scotia.
"What, said /, 'do you mean by
interval landa" well, he said, this
land is submerged for a part of the
wear; spring freshets come down, and
all these plains are overfiowed with
the water, and the water leaves O rich
deposit, and when the waters are gone
the harvest springs up, and there /:
the grandest harvest that was ever
reaped." And | instantly thought
ut is not the heights of the church
and it is not the heights of this worlc
that is the scene of the greatest pros
peritv, but the soul over which ths
| floods of sorrow have gone, the sou
over which tho freshets of tribulatior
have torn their way, that yields thl
greatest fruits of righteousness, ane
the largest harvest for time, and tbs
richest harvest for eternity" Bles
God that your soul is interval land.
THE LAST MOMENT.
But these "reminiscences reach onl.
, TO this morning. There will yet b
one more point of tremendous refni
niscence, and that is the last hour o
life, when we have to look over all oul
past existence. What moment tina
viii bel l place Napoleon's dyins
rcln;niscencc on St Helena beside Mrs
Judson's dying rcminiscence in tn,
harbor of ST. Helena, the same island