The Penn's Grove record., 1889-04-27

been tenderly reared; perhaps should
say too tenderly. and was not used Ia
earning his living, and found 1t ex-
tremely difficult to get any position
that he was capable of filling. After
many vain efforts In this direction he
found himself one Sunday evening in
Brooklyn, e a your church, with about
three dollars left Of his small capital.
Providence seemed to lead him to your
door, and he determined TO go In and
hear you.
HE told me his going to hear you
that night was undoubtedly the turn
ing point IN his life, for when he went
into your church he felt desperate, but
while listening to your discourse his
better nature got the mastery. truly
believe, from what this young nan
told me, that your sounding the depths
Of his heart that night alone brought
him back to his God whom he was so
near leaving"
The echo, that Is, of multitudes in
the house. | am not preaching an alb
stractiOn. but
A GREAT REALITY.
Oil friendless young man, Oil prodI.
gal young man, Ohl broken-hearted
young man, discouraged young
man, wounded young man. 1 COM
mend you 10 Christ this day, the
best friend a man ever had. He meets
you this morning. You have come
here for this blessing. Despise not that
emotion rising in your soul; it is d.
vinely lifted. Look into the face OF
Christ. Lift one prayer to your faith
er's God, to your mothers God, and
get the pardoning blessing. Now,
while l speak. you are at the forks of
the road.
One Sabbath morning, at the close
of my service. l saw a gold watch of
the world renowned and deeply la
mented violinist Die Bull. You re-
member he died in his island home of
the coast of Norway. That gold watch
he had wound up day after day through
his illness, and then he said to his COM
panion, Now l want TO wind this
watch as long as 1 can, and then when
1 am gone l want yOn to keep 1t
wound up until 1t gets to my friend
DIR. Doremus, In New York, and then
he will keep 1t wound up until his life
Is done, and then l want the watch to
go to his young son, my especial ia
vOrite."
The great musician who more than
speak and sing and weep and laugh
and triumph-for it seemed, when he
drew the bow across the strings, us if
all the earth and heaven trembled In
delighted sympathy-the great musl-
clan. in a room looking off upon the
sea. and surrounded by his favorite
instruments of music, closed his eyes
In death. While
ALL THE WORLD WAS MOURNING
at his departure, sixteen crowded
steamers fell into line of funeral pro.
cession to carry his body to the MAIN
land. There were fifty thousand of
his countrymen gathered in an amphi-
theatre of the hills waiting to hear the
eulogium, and it was said when the
great orator of the day with %stentorian
voice began to speak. the fifty thousand
people burst into tears.
OIL that was the close of a life that
had done so much to make the world
happy. But l have to tell you, young
man. if You live right, and die right,
that was "A tame scene compared with
that which will greet You when from
the galleries of heaven the one hundred
and forty and four thousand shall
accord with Christ in crying, swell
done, thou good and faithful servant"
And the influences that on earth you
put In motion will go down from gener-
atom to generation, the influences you
wound up handed to your children, and
their influence wound up and handed to
their children, until watch and clock
are no more needed to mark the prog
ress, because time itself shall be no
longer.