Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1889-02-15

Gus sacr1uce let every man suffer for MN.
self Why do want Christ to suffer for me
III suffer Tor myself and carry my own bur
dens. They scof at the idea of vicarious
sacrifice, while they admire it everywhere
else except in Christ. People see its beauty
when mother suffers for her child People
see its beauty when a patriot suffers for his
country. People see it's beauty when a man
denies himself for a friend. They can see
the beauty Of vicarious sacrifice in every one
but Christ.
A young lady in one of the literary insti-
buttons was teacher She was very reti-
cent and retired in her habits, and she formed
no companionships in the new position she
occupied, and her dress was very plain
sometimes it was very shabby. After a
while she was discharged from the place for
that reason, but no reason was given. In
answer to the letter discharging her from
the position, she said: "Well, If I have
failed to please, | suppose it is my own
faultn She went here and there for employ
ment, and found none, and in desperation
and in demenha she ended her life by suicide
Investigation was made and it was found
that out of her small means she had supported
her father, eighty years of age,and was pay
ing the way for her brother in Yale College
on his way to the ministry. 1t
was found that she had no blanket on
the bed that winter, and she had no fire
season. People found it out, and there was
b large gathering at the funeral, the largest
ever at any funeral in that place. and the
very people who had scoffed came and looked
upon the pale face of the martyr, and all
honor was done her; but it was too late.
Vicarious sacrifice. All are thrilled with
guch instances as that. But many are nor
moved by the fact that Christ paid His pow
erUy Tor our r1cnes, HIS seIr-abnegation Tor
our enforcement, and knelt on the sharp
edges of humiliation that we might climb
over His lacerated shoulder into peace and
heaven.
Be 1t ours to admire and adore these doc
trlnes at which others jeer. Oh the depths
of the riches both of the wisdom and knowl-
edge of God How unsearchabIe is His wis
dom, and His ways are past finding out Oh
the height, the Depth the length, the breadth,
the infinitY, the immensely, the eternity Of
that Lowell Let our earnest prayers go out
in behalf of all those who scott at these doc
crimes OF grace When the London plague was
raging In the year 1895, there was hotel
near the chief burial-place that excited much
comment. England was in fright and be-
reavement The dead carts went through
the streets day and night and the cry;
Bring out your dead" was answered by
the bringing out of the forms of the
loved ones, and they were put twenty
or thirty in a cart, and the wagons went
on to the cemetery; and these dead were
not buried in graves but In great trenches,
in great pits; In one pit eleven hundred and
fourteen burials The carts would come up
with their great burden of twenty o. thirty
to the mouth Of the pit and the front o. ths
cart was lifted and the dead shot into the Pc
All the churches in London were open for
prayer day and night, and England was in
great anguish. At that very time at a
hotel, at a wayside inn near the chief
burial-places, there was a group of
hardened mon, who sat day after
day and night after night blaspheming God
to the burial-place. These men sat there daT
alvvr gay ana nlgnJ arUer nlgnU, ana Uney
scotfed at men, and they scoffed at women,
and they scoffed at God. But after while
one of them was struck with the plague, and
in two weeks all Of the group were down in
the trench from the margin of which they had
uttered their ribaldry. My friends, greater
plague is abroad in the world. Millions have
died of it, Millions are smitten with it now.
Plague of sin, plague of sorrow, plague Of
wretchedness, plague of woe And conse-
Grated women and men from all Christendom
are going out trying to stay the plague and
alleviate the anguish, and there is @
enough to sit and deride the work.
They scoff at the Bible, and they SCOT
at evangelism, and they scof at Jesus
Christ, and they scott at God. If these
words shall reach them, either while they are
sitting here to-day, OF through the printing.
press, let me tell them to remember the fate
of that group in the waysde inn while the
plague spreads its two black wings over the
doomed city of London. oh, instead of be
ing scoffers let us be disciples! BLESSED is
the man that walketh not in the counsel Of
the ungodly, nor standeth in the way o
sinners, nor sitted in the seat OF the scorn
Sul."