The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1889-05-16

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on the stand disturbed you. Through the
long weary days you counted the hgures
in the carpet or the flowers in the wall
paper. Oh, the WEAKNESS, the exhaustion !.
Oh, the burning pangs! Would God II
were morning, would God 1t we're night,
were your frequent cry. But you are bet
ter, or perhaps even we'll. Have you
thanked that God to-day that you came
out in the fresh air; that you are in this
place to hear Gods name, and TO sing
Gods praise, aud implore Gods help, anc
to ask Gods forgiveneIsp Bless the bord
who healeth all our diseases, and redeem
| eth our lives from destruction.
Perhaps your last sorrow was a fnan-
cial embarrass congratulate some
of you on your lucrative profession or oc-
cupation. on ornate apparel, on cOmmo-
dious residence--every thing you prt 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 OF
by a 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 God
for your days Of prosperity, aud that
| through your trials some OF you have
made investments which will continue
after the last bank Of this world has ex.
ploded. and the silver and gold are molter
in the fires Of a burning world!
Have you, amid all your losses and dis
couragements. forgot that there was
bread on your table this morning. and
that there shall be shelter for your head
from tho 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 deliberation you say: 81 will go and
tell mother" the Thought flashes on you,
81 have no mothers" 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 ever a wide wilderness
Of desolation, the sands OF the desert
driving across the place which once
bloomed like the garden OF God. And
ha,1 Ia ~, ,n
of Machpelsh. Going along your path in
life, suddenly, right before you, was an
open grave. People looked down, and
they saw 1t was only few feet deep and a
few feet wide, but to you 1t was cavern
down which went all your hopes and
all your expectations. But cheer up in
the name ot the Lord Jesus Christ, the
comforter. He Is not going to forsake
you. Did the Lord take the child ont o.
your arms, why, He is going to shelter
1t better than you could. He Is going to
array 1t In a white robe, and with palm
branch 1t 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 Jes us wipes away the tear.
Canada, which is the Rhine and the Hud.
son commingled In one scene Of beatty
and grandeur, and while was on the deck
OF the steamer gentleman pointed out
to me the places OF interest AMI he said:
"All this Is interval land, and 1t 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 10
submerged for a part of the year;
spring freshets come down, and all these
plains are overlooked with the water,
and the water leaves rich de.
post, and when the waters are gone thu
harvest springs up, and there is the grand,
est harvest that was ever reaped" Aut
| instantly thought: at is not the neigh
of the church. and it is not the heights
this world that is the scene Of the creates
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 interval land.
Bat these "reminiscences reach only to
this morning. There will vet be one
more point Of tremendous Renaissance,
and that is the last hour of life, when we
| have to look over all our past existence.
| What moment that will be! l place
Napoleon's dying "Reminiscences on St.
Helena beside Mrs. Judsoa's dying rel =
iniscence in the harbor o: st. Helena,
the same island, twenty years after. Ma.
poleon's dying Renaissance was one Of
delirium, "Head Of the army" Mrs.
Judson's dying Renaissance. 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.
| l place the dying "reminiscences of
Augustus Caesar against the dying rem.
iniscence of the Apostle Paul. The dying
Renaissance of Augustus Cesar was, adj.
dressing his attendants: "Hive played
my part we'll on the stage of life?" and
they answered in the affirmative, and he
said: "Why, then, don't you applaud
mes" The dying Renaissance Of Paul
the Apostle was: 81 have fought good
fight; have kept the faith; hencefort.
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 remiAiscene looking up
through the wall of dungeon. God grant
| that our last hour may bs the closi ng of a