The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1889-05-08

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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.r
But Imust come on down To your latest
sorrow. What was it3 Perhaps 1t was your
own sickness. The child's tread on the
stair, or the tick Of the watch on the stand
disturbed you. Through the long weary
days you counted the figures In the carpet
or the flowers In the wall paper o, the
WEAKNESS, the exhaustionl o, the burning
pangsi Would God IL were morning, would
God It were night, were your frequent cry.
But you are better, or perhaps even we'll
Have you thanked God to-day that you can
como out IN the fresh air; that you are in
this place to hear Gods name, and 70 sing
Gods praise, and implore Gods help, and to
ask Gods forgivenessl Bless the Lord,
who dealeth all our diseases, and redeemeth
our lives from destruction.
Perhaps your last sorrow was financial
embarrassment. congratulate some Of
you on your lucrative professionoor occupa-
ton, on ornate apparel, on commodious
residence-everything you put your hands
70 seems to turn to gold. But there arc
others OF you who are like theship on which
Paul sailed, whore two seas met, and you
are broken by the violence Of the waves
BY an unadvised Endorsement, or by con-
junction OF unforeseen events, or by fire, or
storm, or senseless panic you have been
flung headlong, and where you once dis
pensed great charities now you have hard
work TO make the two ends meet.
Have you forgotten 10 thank God for your
days. OF prosperity, and that through your
trials some Of you have made investments
which will continue after the last bank of
this world has exploded and the silver and
gold are molten in the fires Of burning
worldf Have you, amid all your losses and
discouragements, forgot that there was
bread on your table this morning, and that
there shall be shelter for your head from
the storm, and there is air for your lungs,
and blood for your heart, and light for you
eye, and glad and glorious and triumph
ant religion for your souli
Perhaps your last trouble was bereaye-
ment. That heart which In childhood was
your refuge, the parental heart, and which
has been source Of the quickest sympathy
ever since, has suddenly become silent for
ever, and now sometimes, whenever In sud
den annoyance and without deliberation you
say II will go and tell mother" the thought
flashes on you, 81 have no mother;' or the
father, with voice less tender, but staunch
and earnest and loving as ever, watchful Of
all your ways, exultant over your success
without saying much, although the old peo-
pie do talk 1t over by themselves, his trem-
bling hand on that staff which you now keep
as family relic, his memory embalmed in
grateful hearts, is taken 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 a wide wilderness Of
drsolation, the sands OF the desert driving
across the place which once bloomed like
the garden Of God. And Abraham mourns
for Sarah at the cave OF Machpelah. Going
along your path in life, suddenly, right be-
fore you was an open grave. People looked
down and they saw It was only few feet
deep and few feet wide, but TO you II was
q cavern down which went all your hopes
and all your expectations
But cheer up In the name OF the Lord
Jesus Christ, the Comforter. He is not
going 10 forsake you. Did the Lord take
that child out Of your armsi Why, He Ia
going to ehelterit better than you could.
He Is going 10 array It In white robe, and
with palm branch IL win be all ready 70
greet you az your coming home Blessed the
broken heart that Jesus heals. Blessed the
importunate cry that Jesus compassionates.
Blessed the weeping eye from which the
hand Of Jesus wipes away the tear.
/ was sailing down the St. John River,
Canada, which Is the Rhine and the Hudson
commingled in one scene Of beauty and
grandeur, and while 1was on the deck of the
steamer gentleman pointed ont TO me the
places OF interest, and he said, "All this is
interval land, and II is the richest land In all
the provinces Of New Brunswick and Nova
Scotian
"What," said l, 'do you mean by interval
landp "Well," he said, "this land Is sub
merged for a part Of the year; spring
freshets come down and all these plains are
oyerfiowed with the water, and the we,er
leaves rich deposit, and when the waters
are gone tho harvest springs up, and there
Is the grandest harvest ever reaped.n And
instantly thought, ut is not the hcights Of
the church and IL is not the heights OF this
world that 10 tho scene Of the greatest pros
perity, but the soul over iwhich the foods Of
sorrow have gone, the soul over which the
freshets OF tribulation hsye torn their way,
that yields the greatest fruits OF righteous,
ness, and the largest harvest for time, and
the richest harvest frr eternity" Bless God
that your soul Is Interval land.
But these "Reminiscences reach only TO this
morning 1nere viii yet be one more point
Of tremendous rerninisccnoe, and that Is the
last hour OF life, when we have to look over
OH our past existence What moment that
win bel Iplace Napoleons dying reninis-
cence on Bt Helena beside Mrs Judson's dy-
ing reminiscence In the harbor OF st. Helena,
the same island, twenty years after. Ma
poleon's dying reminiscence was one OF de-
lirium, Head Of the army Mrs. Judson's
dying rcminiscence, as she came home from
her missionary toll and her life OF self sac
rlice for God, dying In the cabin Of the ship
IN the harbor Of st. Helena, was, II always
did love the Lord Jesus Christ And then,
the historian says, she fell into sound
sleep for an hour, and woke amid the songs
OF angels. fA
place the dying reminiscence OF Au-
gustus Caesar against the dying reminis-
cence Of the Apostle Paul The dying
"reminiscences Of Augustus Cesar was I'D
dressing his attendants, "Have ! played
my part woll ON tho stage OF lifer
and they answered In the Affirmative,
and he said, "Why, then, don't you ap.
plaud mep' The dying eminiscence Of
Paul the Apostle was, II have fought
good fight, Ihaye kept the faith; hence
forth there is laid up for me q crown Of
righteounoss, which the Lord, the right
eous Judge, win give me In that day, and
not to mo only, but to all them that love His
appearing" Augustus Cesar died amid