The morning news., 1889-05-06

eood Ight, mamma. Meet me Ia heaven"
But / must come on down to your latest
sorr w. What as it Perhap, it was
vour own sick less The chili's tread on the
stair or the tick of the watch on the stand
d Sturhed you. Through the | ng weary
DAYS You counted the figures in the Garnet
or the 70 vers in the wall paper. Oh,
the weariness, the ex austionl Ol.
the burning pangsl Would God it
were morning, would God it were
mig t, were your frequent cry. But you
are better. or perhaps even well. Have you
Ianked that G I'd to-day you can co ne out
in tce fresh air. that YOU are in this pla"e to
herr Coils anne, and to sing Gods praise,
and implore Go rs help, and ask Gods for
giveness? Bless the Lord who healsth all
our diseases, and redee meth our lives from
des'ruc ion.
Perhaps your last sorrow was a fina cial
embarra snent. / cong ratulate some OF
you on your lucrative profession or oocuna-
tjo0, on ornate apparel, on a commo1ious
res ence-everythIng you put your hands
70 Sc ms to tur1 to gold. But there are
others of you who are like the ship on
which Paul sailed, where two SO ,s met, and
you are broke by the violence of the waves.
B an unadvised indor cement, or by a con-
junction Of unforeseen events, or by fire, or
storm or a sen eleSs panic. you have been
flung headlong, and where you once dis
pe1sed great charities, now you have hard
work to make the two DIS meet.
Have you forgotten to thank God for
your days of prosperity, and that thr ugh
your trials some of you have made invest
ments which will co ltinue after the last
bank of t is world has exploded, and the
silver and gold are molten in the fires OF a
burning worlds Have you, amid all your
losses d discouragem ants, forgot that
there was bread on your table this rorning,
AMI that there shall be a shelter for your
head from the storm, and there is air for
your lungs, and blool for your heart, and
light for your eye, and glad and
glorious and triumphant religion for your
soul!
Perhans your last trouble was a bereave-
meNt. That heart which in childhood was
your refuge, the parental heart, and which
has en- source of the quirkest sy npathy
ever since, has sudde ly become silent for
ever, and now sometimes, whenever in
sudde annoy ,nce and without delibera-
tion you say 81 will go tell mother" D"
the thought flashes on you, 81 have no
mother;" or the father, with voice less
ten er, but as stanch and earnest and
loving as ever, watchful of all your wavs,
exultant over your success without saying
m ch, although the old people do talk it
over by themsalve his trembling hand on
that staff which you now keep as family
relic, MS mem )Ty enDdltu6Q III RrdU6Iul
hearts, is tafen 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 CO bloomed like
the garden of God. And Abraham mourns
for Sa ah at t e cave Of Manhpelah. Going
along your path in life, suddenly, right b9-
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down and they saw it was OILY a few feet
deep and a few feet wide, but to you it was
a cavern down which went all your hopes
and all your expectations.
But cheer up in the name Of the Lord
Jesus Christ. tie comforter. He is not y
ing to TO sake you. Did the Lord take that
child out of your arms! Why, he is going
to shelter it better tlan you could. He Is
going to array it in a white ro1e. and with
a palm bra1c it will be all ready to greet
you at ur coming home. blessed the
broken heart that Jesus he Is. Blessed the
importunate cry that Jesus compa sion-
ates. b esse1 the weeping eye fir Im which
the soft hand # Jesus wipes away the tear.
was sailing down the st. John river,
Canada, which is the Rhine and the Hud-
son cOmmi0glad in one scene of beauty and
grandeur, and while | was on the deck of
the steamer a gentleman pointed out to
me the places Of interest, and ne said: "All
this is interval land, and it is the richest
land in all the provinces of New Brunswick
and Nova Sc tia.
Nv hats" id J. "do you mean by inter-
val land3" "Well," he said, "this land is
lOmerge1 for part of the year; spring
freshets me dow , and all these plains are
over flowed with the waite. and the water
leaves rich deposit, and when the waters
are gone the harvest springs up, and there
Is the grandest harvest that was ever
reaped." And l instantly tn )ught, ut is
not the hight of the church aud it is not
the hg ltS If this world that is t scene of
the 9reatest prosperity, but the soul over
which the Fl Dods of ,rro have gone, the
soul over which the freshets of tribuation
have torn their way, that yields the great
est fruits of righteous 1esS, a nd the large {
harve for time, and the chest harvest for
eternitv." Bless God that your soul of in
terval land.
But these "reminiscences reach only to this
morning. There will Y It be one more poi t
of t"eme dous reminIsce ice, and that is the
la t hour of life, when we have TO look over
all our pa t existenct. What a moment
that will be! l Ipl zee Naooleon's ing rem
jniscenc, on st. Helena beside Mrs. Judsol s
dying remi iiScence in the harbor of St
Helena, the same island twenty years af cer
Napoleol's dying remi liscelce was one Of
delirium. Head of the army Mrs. Jud-
sons r-miniscence, as she Ca ne home from
her missionary toll and her life of self sac
rifice for God, dying il the cabin Of the
ship in the harb)r of St Helena. was, 81
ALWAYS love the Lord Jesus Christ. ~
And then, the historic l says, she fell INTO
sound sleep TO" an hour, and awoke amid
the songs of angels
i place the dying reminiscence of Angus
tus Cesar againsj the dying reminiScs ce
of the ADo'tls Paul. The diving re- minis
cence of Augustus Cae var was, ad Tres i q
his ate dantS, Have | plavel nv part
we'll on the stage Of fer and they
answered in the affirmative, aud he said,
why, then. don't you applaud mep The
dying reminiscence of Paul the Apostle
was, 81 have fought a good fight,
have kept te faith hence
forth there is laid up for me crown OF
rig teouSne's, which the Lord. the righteous
Judge, will give ma in at day, d not to
me only, but to all them that 1--we his APP
pearing." Angus us Ce ar died amid
pomp and great surroundlng& Paul ut
tered his dying reminis 'ence looking up
through the wall Of dungeon G d z ant
that our last hou' may oe the closing of a
useful life, and the opening of glorious
eternity.
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