The great West. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1889-18??, 1889-10-18

succeeds, but the man who eenfronts thenet-
ural world So Il man in literary composi-
ton resolves that he will initiate the smooth
ness of Addison, or the ruggid vigor of Car
lyle, or the weirdnees of Spenser, or the epi-
grammatic style of Ralph Waldo Emerson
he will not succeed as well as that man who
cultures his own natural style. What ia true
in this respect is true in respect to charac-
ter. There were men who were fas.
cinated with Lord Byron. He was
lame and wore very large collar.
Then there were tens of thousands of men
who resolved that they would be just like
Lord Bryon, and they limped and wore large
collars, but they did not have any vi his
genius, You cannot successfully copy q
man; whether heis bad or good You may
take the very best man that ever lived and
try and live like him, and you will make u
fal lure. There never was better man than
Edward Payson. Many have read his biog-
raphy, not understanding that he was a sick
man, and they thought they were growingin
grace because they we're growing like him in
depression of spirit. There were men to
copy Cowper. the poet, glorious man, but
sometimes afflicted with melancholy almost
to insanity. The copyists got Cowper's
faults. but none OF his virtues.
MY brother, my sister, there is q balm that
cures the worst wound. There is a light that
will kudle up the worst darkness There is
harbor from the toughest ocean. You
need and may have the Savior's sympathy.
You annot get on this way. l see your
trouble is wearing you out body, and mind,
and soul. l come on no fools errand to.
day. come with balm that can heal
any wound. Are you sick? Jesus was
SICK. Are you weary. Jesus was weary.
Are you prosecuted? Jesus was prosecuted.
Are you bereaved? Did not Jesus weep
over Lazarus? Oh, yes, like roe on the
mountains OF Bother, Jeasus comes bound
ing to your soul to-day. There is one pas
sage OF scripture, every word Of which is q
heart throb: Come 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 sustain thee" Oh. 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 Lag
arus and will gloriously break it open at the
right time. Genesaret cannot toss it's waves
so high that Christ cannot walk them. The
cruise of oil will multiply into an illimitable
supply. After the orchard seems to have
been robbed of all 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 while a song,
a c. ant, an anthem, a battle march, ajubilee,
-
OF Christ's sympathy now, you wounded
ones, you troubled ones? you do not 1
would like to tell you Of the chaplain in the
army who was wounded so he could not
walk, but he heard distance among the
dying man who said: 20, my God" 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 gospel. and with his own
wound he seemed to soothe that mans
wound. 1t was sympathy going out to-
wards an object most necessitous, and one
that 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
wretchedness, and he says: II
must go and help that SOUL" and he rolls
over with wounds in his head, wounds in his
hands. wounds in his feet, toward us. until
he comes just where we are weltering in our
own blood, and he puts his arm over us
and see it 10 a wounded arm and it was q
wounded hand-and as he throws his arm
over us l hear him say: II have loved thee
with an everlasting love-"
Again, we must look to Christ rs our final
rescue. We cannot with these eyes, however
good our sight may be, catch q glimpse of
the heavenly land for which our souls long.
But have no more doubt that beyond the
cold river there is q place of glory and ofrest,
that we have that across the Atlantic
ocean there is another continent. But
the heavenly land and this land stand in
that verdure. These shallow streams of
earth which thirsty OK might drink dry, or
a mules hoof trample into mire, compared
with the bright crystalline river from under
the throne, on the banks of which river the
armies of heaven may rest. and into whose
clear food the trees of life dip their branches
These instrument of earthly music, so
easily racked into discord. compared with
the harps that thrill with eternal raptures,
and the trumpets that are so musical that
they wake the dead. These streets along
which we go painting in summer. 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 ofj,y
and holiness, and those walls made out of
all manner OF precious stones, the light inter.
shot with reflections from jasper and chryso-
lite and topaz and sardonyx and beryl and
emerald and chrysoprasus.
Oh, the contrast between this world where
we struggle with temptation that will not be
conquered, and that world whereit is perfect
JOY, perfect holiness and perfect rest! Said q
little blind child: Mamma, will be blind in
heaven?" ''Oh, no, my DEAR" replied the
mother, ''you won't be blind in heaven"
A little lame child said: Mamma will Re
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 opens to him, and as
the angels come down to escort him in, and
they spread the banquet and they keep festi-
val over the august arrival, and Jesus comes
with a crown and says, Wear this" and
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points to throne and says, mount this"
Then the old citizens Of heaven come around
to hear the newcomers recital of deliverence
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! Praise Himl'
Quaint John Bunyan caught glimpse of
that contamination when he said: Just 90
the gates were Spened to let in the man /