Connecticut western news., 1889-11-06

upon tLc earth. Never allow your lower nature anything better than Q steerage pas- an armed sentinel, and shoot down with great promptness anything like mutiny of riotous capacities.
 Be sure to look out of the forecastc for icebergs. These are cold Christians floating about in the church. The rigid zone 's pro. fessors will sink you. Steer clear of ice bergs. Keep log book during all the voyage -an account of how many furlongs you make a day. The merchant keeps a day book us well as ledger. You ought to know every night. as well as every year how things are going. When the express train stops ut the depot, you hear hammer sounding on all the wheels, thus testing the safety of the rail train. Bound, as we are, with more than express speed toward n great eternity, ought we not often tc try the work of self examination!
 Be sure to keep your colors up! You know the ships of England, Russia, France and Spain by the ensgns they carry. Sometimes it is q lion, sometimes an eagle, sometimes star, sometimes crown. Let it ever be known who you are, and for what port you are bound. Let ''Christian"be written on the very front, with figure of cross, crown and dove; and from the masthead let float the streamers of Immanuel. Then the pirate vessels of temptation will pass you unharmed as they say "'rhere goes Christian bound for the port of heaven. We will not disturb her, for she has too many guns aboard." Run up your flag on this pulley: II am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God and the wisdom of God unto salvation" When driven back, or laboring under great stress of weather-now changing from starbOard tack to larboard, and then from larboard to starboard-look above the topgallants, and your heart shall on the wind. The sign of the cross will make you patient, and the crown will make you glad.
 Before you gain port you will smell the land breezes of heaven, and Christ, the pilot, tEe M SaTravsy rrt you pesS yGu n5 f,itso to to you, and say: ..When thou passest through the waters will be with thee; aud through the rivers, they shall not over flow thee." Are you ready for such yoy- are lifting. The bell rings. All aboard for heaven! This world is not your rest. The chatfinch is the silliest bird in all the earth for trying to make its nest on the rocking pillow. Oh, how wish that as I embarked for the Holy Land in the cast, all to whom preach by tongue or type would embark for heaven! What you all most need is God, and you need him now. Some of you leave in trouble. Things are going very rough with you: You have had n hard struggle with or Or or be and it is so dark that you can hardly sec any blessing left. May that Jesus who comfort ed the widow of Main and raised the deceas- ed to life, with his gentle hand of sympathy wipe away your tears! All is well.
 When David was fleeing through the wild erness, pursued by his own son, he was be- ing prepared to become the sweet singer of Israel. The pit and the dungeons were the best schools at which Joseph ever graduated. The hurricane that upset the tent and killed Jobs children prepared the man of Uz to write the magnificent poem that has astound- ed the ages. There is no way to get the wheat out of the straw but to thresh 1t. There Is no way to purify the gold but to burn it. Look nt the people who have al- discontented, useless and unhappy. If you want to find cheerful folks, go among those Rossini had rendered civilian Telr' the %s.cana Ss %s anssr his %s.yw f % Paris and serenaded him. They put upon his brow golden crown of laurel leaves. But. amidst all the applause and en- thusiasm, Rossini turned to a friend and said: II would give all this brilliant scene trast the melancholy feeling of Rossini, who had everything that this world could give him, to the joyful experience of Isaac WAtts, whose misfortunes were innumerable, when he says:
 The Iill of Zion yields
 A thousand sacred sweets
 Before we reach the heavenly fiells
 rwalk the golden streets.
 Then let our songs abound,
 And every tear be dry;
 We're marching through Immanueps ground.
 To fairer worlds on nigh.
 It is prosperity that kills and trouble that saves. While the Israelites were on the march, amidst great privations and hardships, | they behaved well. After awhile they prayed for meat, and the sky darkened with large flock of quais, and these quails fell in great multitudes all about them; and the 1sraelites ate and ate, and stuffed themselves until they died. Oh! my friends, 1t is not hardship, or trial, or starvation that injures ! the soul, but abundant supply. It is not the vuture of trouble that eats up the Christians life; it Is the quails! it is the quai's! cannot leave you until once more I con- fess my faith in the Saviour whom have preached. He is my all in all. I owe more to the grace of God than most men. With this ardent temperament, if had gone over board 1 would have gone to the very depths. o, to grace how great debtor Daily Pm constrained to bel think all will be well. Do not be wor. ried about me. l know that my Redeemer iveth, and if any fatality should befall me, think l should go straight. l have been that any one of my friends had been as un- worthy Christian as myself. But God has helped a great many through. and I hope ho win help me through. It Is long account of shortcomings, but If he is going to rub any of it out, think he will rub it ali out. And | now give us (for go not alone) your bene- diction, When you send letters to 8 friend in distant land, you say via such city, or via such steamer. When you send your good wishes to us, send them via the throne of God. We shall not travel out of the reach of your prayers.
 There is a scene where spirits dwell, Where friend holds intercourse with friend; Though sundered far, by faith we meet
 Around the common mercy seat.
 And now, may the blessing of God come down upon your bodies and upon your souls, your fathers and mothers, your com panions, your children, your brothers and sisters and your friends! May you be blessed in your business and in your pleas urcs, in your joys and in your sorrows, in the house and by the wayl And if, during our separation, an arrow from the unseen world should strike any of us, may it only hasten on the rapturcs that God has pre- pared for those who love him! utter not the word farewell; it is too sad, too formal a word for me to speak or write. But con- sidering that I have your hand tightly clasped in both of mine. utter a kind, an affectionatc and cheerful goodbyl
 THE FEVER INFECTED SHIP.