Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-05-12

IlltlIb III 1pllEi bbtAuNAiiE o. AilNhA1 o'
much as to say, Welcome home, you
lost prodigal !" and though those hands
are all withered away, that Commu-
Mon Sabbath is resurrected this morn
ing; il is resurrected with all its pray
ers, and songs, and tears. and sermons,
and TRANSPORTATION. Have you kept
those vowsi Have you been a back.
slider2 God help you. This day kneel
at the foot of mercy and start again
for heaven. Start today as you start
ed then. | Gus your soul by that
"reminiscences.
But | must not spend any o of
my time in going over the advan-
tagcs Of your life. / just put them
all in one great sheaf, and ! wrap
them up in your memory with one
loud harvest song, such as the reapers
sing. Praise the Lord, We blood
bought immortals of earthl Praise
the Lord, We crowned spirits of heavenl
But some of you have not always
had o smooth life. Some of you are
now in the shadow. Others had their
troubles years ago, you are a mere
wreck of what you once were. ] must
gather up the sorrows of your past
life; but how shall | do it, You say
that is impossible, as you have had SO
many troubles and adversities. Then
| will just take two, the first trouble.
and the last trouble. AS when you
are walking along the street, and there
has been music in the distance, YOU
unconsciously find yourselves keeping
step 10 the music, so when you started
life your very life was q musical time
beat. The air was full of JOY and
hilarity; with the bright, cleafoar you
made the boat skip; you went on, and
life grew brighter until after a while
suddenly u voice from heaven said,
"HaltI' and quick as the sunshine
you halted; you grew pale, YOU con-
fronted your first SORROW. You had
no idea that the flush on your child's
cheek was an unhealthy flush. You
said it can't be anything serious.
Death in slippered feet walked round
about the cradle. You did not hear
the tread; but after a while the truth
flashed on you. You walked the floor.
Oh, if you could, with your strong,
stout hand, have wrenched that child
from the destroyer. You went TO
your room and you said, God, save
my child God, save my child" The
world seemed going out in darkness.
You said, II can't bear il; | can't bear
it, You felt as if you could not put the
long lashes over the bright eyes never
to see them again SPARKLE. Oh, if you
could have taken that little one in your
rms and with it leaped the grave, how
gladly you would have done i'll Oh,
if you could let yourproperty 60, your
houses GO, your land and your store
house 60, how gladly you would have
allowed them TO depart if you could
only have kept that one treasured
GODS CONSOLATION.
But ono day there arose from the
heavens a chill blast that swept over
the bedroom, and instantly all the
light went out, and there was dark
ness = thick, murky, impcnetrable,
shuddering darkness. But God didn't
leave you there. Mercy spoke. As
you took up the cup. and was about
TO put it 10 your lips, God said, LIT
it pass" and forthwith, rs by the
hand of angels, another cup was put
into your hands; it was the cupof Gods
consolation. And as you have some
times lifted the head of a wounded
soldier, and poured wine into his lips,
so God put his left arm under your
head, and with his right hand he
poured into your lips the wine Of his
comfort and his consolation, and you
looked at the empty cradle and looked
at your broken heart, and you looked at
the Lords chastisement, and you said,
Essen so, Father, for SO it seemeth
good in thy sight"
All, 1t was your first trouble. How
did you get over it2 God comforted
you. You have been a better man
ver since. You have been q better
woman ever since. In the jar of the
closing gate Of the sepulcher you
heard the clangingof the opening gate
Of heaven, and you felt an irresistible
drawing heavenward. You have been
purer of mind ever since that night
when the little one for the last time
put its arms around your neck and
said, Good night, papa; good night,
mamma. Meet me in heaven
But ! must come on down TO your
latest sorrow. What was itl Perhaps
il was your own sickness. The child's
tread on the stair, or the tick of the
watch on the stand disturbed you.
the long weary days you
counted the figures in the carpet or
the flowers in the wall paper. Oh,
the WEAKNESS, the exhaustion Oh,
the burning pangs! Would God it
were morning, would God it were
were your frequent cry. But
you are better, or perhaps even well.
Have you thanked that God today
you can come out in the fresh air;
you are in this place 10 hear Gods
name, and 10 sing Gods praise, and
implore Gods help, and TO ask Gods
forgivenessl Bless the Lord whoheal-
all our diseases, and rcdeemeth
our lives from destruction.
Perhaps your last sorrow was Gnan-
cial embarrassment. | congratulate
some OF you on your lucrative profcs.
or occupation, on ornate apparel,
ON n commodious rcsidenco-eyery-
thing you put your hands 10 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 arc broken by the violence of the
waves. by an unadvised Endorsement,
by q continuation Of nnInrornnn