The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1889-10-23

with balm that can heal any wound.
Are you sick? Jesus was sick. Are you
weary? Jesus was weary. Are you per-
secuted? Jesus was prosecuted Are
you bereaved? Did not Jesus weep over
Lazarus? O, yes, like roe on the
mountain of Bother, Jesus comes bound
ing to your soul to-day. There il one
passage OF Scripture, every word OF
which is a heart throb: Some unto me,
all ye who are weary and heavy laden,
and will give you rest" Then there
is another passage just as good: Cast
| thy burden on the Lord, and He will sus'
tain thee" o, there are green pastures
where the heavenly shepherd leads the
wounded and sick of the flock.
The Son of God stands by the tomb Of
Lazarus, and will gloriously break il
open at the right time. Genesaret cam
not toss its waves so high that Christ
| can not walk them. The cruise OF oil
Will multiply into an illimitable supply.
| After the orchard seems to have been
robbed of its fruit, the Lord has one
tree left, full of golden and ripe supply.
The requiem may wall with gloom and
with death, but there cometh after a
while song, a chant, IN anthem, a
battle march, jubilee, a coronation.
0, do you not feel the breath OF
Christ's sympathy now, you wounded
ones, you troubled ones? If you do not
l would like to tell you of the chaplain
in the army who was wounded so he.
could not walk, but he heard at a dis
lance among the dying a man who said:
30, my Godr' He said to himself, Il
must help that man though l can't
walk"
So he rolled over and rolled through
his own blood and rolled on over many
of the slain, until he came where this
poor fellow was suffering and he
preached to him the comfort OF the gos-
gel, and with his own wound he seemed
to soothe that mans wound. 1t Was
sympathy going out toward an object
most necessitous and one thai he could
easily understand. And so it is with
Christ, though wounded all over Him
self, He hears the Cry of our repentance,
the cry of our bereavement, the cry OF
our poverty the cry Of our wretched-
ness, and He says: 81 must 60 and help
that SOUL" and He. rolls over with
wounds in head wounds in hands,
wounds in feet, toward us, until He
comes just where we are weltering in
our own blood, and He puts His arms
over us-and see it is :. wounded arm
and it is wounded hand, and as He
throws His arm over us-I hear Him
say: 81 have loved thee with an everlast-
ing love-" tnf . p" rlttt " ~
/ Again. we must look to Christ as our
final rescue. We can not with these
eyes, however good our sight may be,
catch a glimpse of the heavenly land
for which our souls long. But l have
no more doubt that beyond the cold
river there is a place Of glory and of
rest than we have that across the At
anticiocean there is another continent
But the heavenly land and this land
stand in mighty contrast. This is bar
renness and that verdure. These shall
low streams of earth which a thirsty OK
might drink dry, or mules hoof tram
pie into mire, compared with the bright
crystalline river under the throne, on
the banks of which river the armies Of
Heaven may rest, and into whose clear
flood the trees of life dip their branches.
| These instruments OF earthly music,
so easily racked into discord, compared
with the harps that thrill with eternal
raptures, and the trumpets that are so
l musical that they wake the dead. These
streets along which we go painting IL
summer heat or shivering in winters
cold, and the poor man carries his burden
and the vagrant asks for aims, and along
which shuttle the feet of pain and want
and woe, compared with those streets
that sound forever with the feet of Joy
and holiness, and those walls made out
of all manner of precious stones, the
light intershot with reflections from jas
per and chrysolite and topaz and sar.
donyx and beryl and emerald and chry-
sopraSus.
0, the contrast between this world,
where we struggle with temptation that
will not be conquered, and that world
where it is perfect joy, perfect holiness
and perfect rest! Said little blind
child: Mamma, will be blind in
Heaven?' 80, no., my dear" replied
the mother, ''you won't be blind in
Heaven" A little lame child said:
mamma, will be lame in Heaven?'
NO." she replied, "you won't be lame
in Heaven" Why, when the plainest
Christian pilgrim arrives at the heavenly
gate it opensto him, and as the angels
come down to escort him, and they spread
the banquet and they keep festival over
the august arrival, and Jesus comes with
crown and says. Wear this" and with
palm and says, Wave this, and points
to throne and says, "Mount this"
Then the old citizens of Heaven come
around to hear the newcomers recital of
deliverance wrought for him, and as the
newly arrived soul tells of the grace
that pardoned and the mercy that saved
him. all the inhabitants shout the praise
of the King, crying, praise Him! Prais
Him." "} ~'' 't'l'
, Quaint John Bunyan caught glimpse
of that consummation when he said:
"Just as the gates were opened to let in
the man, looked in after them, and be-
, hold the city shone like the sun: the
streets were also paved with gold and in
: them walked many men with crowns on
| their heads, and golden harps to sing
| praises withal. And after that they shut
| up the gates, which when had seen
wished myself among them" =
Young Women in Alaska.
In Alaska girl is ready for society as
: soon as she enters her teens. 1t does
, not reu uire many wears in that country