The Penn's Grove record., 1889-02-16

! to please, 1 suppose it is my own fault. Il
She went here and there for employ
ment, and, found none, and in DIES.
peration and in dementia 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 paying 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 nc fire on the very
coolest day Of all the season. People
found it out, and there was a 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 vas done her; but
1t was too late. Vicarious sacrificed
All are thrilled with such instances as
that. But many are not moved by the
fact that Christ paid His poverty for
our riches, His self-abnegation for our
enhancement, and knelt OF the sharp
edges of humiliation, that we might
climb over His laccrated shoulder into
peace and heaven.
Be it ours to admire and adore these
doctrines at which others jeer. Oh,
the depths of the riches both of the
wisdom and knowledge of GOdl How
unsearchable is His wisdom. and His
ways are past finding out! Oh the
height, the depth, the length, the
breadth, the infinity, che immensely,
the eternity of that love Let vi earIi-
est prayers 60 out in I'D lalf of all those
who scott at these doctrines Of grace.
When
THE LONDON PLAGUE
was raging in the year 1865, there was
a hotel near the chief burial-place that
excited much comment. England vas
in a fright and bereavement. The
dead-carts went through the streets day
and night, and the cry, "Bring out
your deadl' was answered by the bring.
ing out Of the forms 4 the loved onrs,
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 pit eleven hundred
and fourteen burialsi The carts would
come up with their great burden of
twenty or thirty to the mouth Of the
pit, and the front of the cart vas lifted
and the dead shot into the pit. All the
churches in London were open for
prayer day and night, and England was
in a great anguish. At that very time,
at a hotel, at q wayside inn near the
chief burial-place. there was
GROUP OF HARDENED MEN,
who sat day after day and night after
night disappearing God and initiating
the CT ef-struck who went by TO the
burial-place. These men sat there day
after day and night after night, and
they scoffed at women, and they scoffed
at God. But after a 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. a greater plague is abroad in
the world. Millions have died of it.
Millions are smitten with 1t now.
Plague of sin, plague of sorrow, plague
of wretchedness, plague of woel And
consecrated women II men from all
C~hristendom' are going out trying to
stay the pla ue and alleviate the
anguish, and there is a group of men in
this Country base enough to sit and
deride the work. they scott at the
Bible, and they scott at Jesus Christ.
and they scoff at God. If these words
shall reach them, either while they are
sitting here to-day, or through the
printing-press, let me tell them to re-
member the fate of that group in the
wayside inn while the plague spread its
two black wings over the doomed city
of London. Oh, instead of being SCOT
fers let us be d~isciplesl Blessed is the
man that walketh not in the counsel of
the ungodly, nor standeth in the way Of
sinners, nor siLteth in the seat of the
scornful."