The Russellville Democrat. [volume] (Russellville, Ark.) 1875-1898, 1889-05-16

come on down to your .stest sor-
row. What was itf Perhaps it 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. Oh, the WEAKNESS, the exhaustion .
oh, the burning pangsl Would God II
were morning, would God it were night,
were your frequent cry. But You are bet.
ter, or perhaps even we'll. Have you
thanked that God to-day that you came
out in the fresh air: that You are in this
place te ltsaf Gods name, and TO sing
! . 4SSSiis praise, and implore Gods help. ane
to ask Gods forgiveness? Bless the Lord
who healeth all our diseases, and redeem :
eth our lives from destruction.
Perhaps your last sorrow was q finan-
cial embarrassment / congratulate some
Of you on your lucrative profession or oc-
cupation, Cd ornate apparel, on commo-
dious residence-every thing you pnt your
hands to seems to turn to gold. But the re
are others Of you who are like the ship on
which Paul sailed, where two seas met,
and you are broken by the violence of the
waves. BY an unadvised Endorsement or
by conjunction of unforeseen events, or
by fire, or storm, or senseless panic,
you have been flung headlong and where
you once dispensed great charities, now
you have hard work TO make the two ends
meet. Have you forgotten to 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 e1-
ploded and the silver and gold are molten
in the fires of burning world!
Have you, amid all your losses and dis
couragements, 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 your eye, and glad and glorious and
triumphant religion for your soul? Per-
haps your last trouble was bereave-
ment The heart which in childhood was
your refuge, the parental heart, and
which has been source of the quickest
sympathy ever since, has suddenly be-
come silent forever, and now sometimes,
whenever in sudden annoyance and with
out deliberation you say: 81 will go and
tell mother" the thought flashes on you,
81 have no mother;" or the father, with
voice less tender but as stanch and earn.
ways, exultant over our success without
saying much, although the old people do
talk it over by themselves, his trembling
hand on that staff which you now keep as
a 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
Ind uiH will Iar m nc 9
of desolation, 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 before you, was an
open grave. People looked down, and
they saw it was only a few feet deep and a
few feet wide, but to you it was a 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 to forsake
you. Did the Lord take the child out OF
your arms? Why, He is going to shelter
it better than you could. He Is going to
array it in a white robe, and with palm
branch it will be all ready to greet You at
your coming home. Blessed the broken
heart that Jesus heals. Blessed the i'm
Fortunate cry that Jesus compassionates.
Blessed the weeping eye from which the
soft hand of Jesus wipes away the tear.
Twas sailing down the st. John river,
Canada, which is the Rhine and the Hud-
son commingled in one scene of beauty
and grandeur, and while was on the deck
of the steamer a gentleman pointed out
to me the places of interest and he said
"All this is interval land, aud it is the
richest land in all the provinces of New
Brunswick and Nova Scotia" "What,
said |, "do you mean by interval land!'
"Well," he said, 'this land Is
submerged for a part of the year;
spring freshets come down, and all these
plains are overfowed with the water,
and the water leaves rich de-
posit, and when the waters are gone thu
harvest springs up, and there Is the grand
est harvest that was ever reaped" Ana
instantly thought: at is not the aeigh
Of the church, and it is not the heights +,
this world that is the scene OF the creates,
prosperity, but the soul over which the
floods of sorrow have gone, the soul over
which the freshets of tribulation have
torn their way, that yields the greatest
fruits Of righteousness, and the largest
harvest for time. and the richest harvest
for eternity" Bless God that your soul
is interval land.
Bat these "reminiscences reach only to
this morning There will vet be one
more point of tremendous reminiscence,
and that is the last hour of life when we
have to look over all our past existence.
What moment that will bel / place
Napoleon's dying "reminiscences on st.
Helena beside Mrs. Judsoa's dying REM
iniscence in the harbor o: st. Helena,
the same island, twenty years after. Ma
poleon's dying reminiscence was one of
delirium, "Head of the army" Mrs.
Judson's dying "reminiscences, as she
came home from her missionary toll and
her life of self-sacritice for God, dying in
the cabin of the ship in the harbor OF st.
Helena was 81 always did love the Lord
Jesus Christ" And then, the historian
says, she fell into sound sleep for an
hour, aud woke amid the songs OF angels.
1 place the dying "reminiscences of
Augustus Cesar against the dying rem.
iniscence of the Apostle Paul. The dying
reminiscence of Augustus Cesar was, ad,
dressing his attendants: "Have I played
my part we'll on the stage of lifeY" and
they answered in the affirmative, and he
said: "Why, then, don't you applaud
mep The dying reminiscence Of Paul
the Apostle was: 81 have fought good
fight; have kept the faith; henceforta
there is laid up for me crown OF right
eousness, which the Lord. the righteous
Judge, will give me in that day. and not
to me only, but to all them that love His
appearing" Augustus C@sar died amid
pomp and great surroundings. Paul ut
tered his dying reminiscene looking up
through the wall of dungeon. God grant
that our last hour may be the closi ng Of a
useful life and the opening Of a glorious
eternity.
Giving aud Getting.
Giving to good cause Is merttorious
act as far as it goes; but getting gain from
good cause can hardly be counted an aot