The Penn's Grove record., 1889-02-23

hoppSs llrc Nciy Ahh
the pommet of the saddle on which
Queen Elizabeth rode, shouted In the
street: 'GAod save the Queenl" One
moment the world applauds,, ana the
next moment the world mathematics.
Oh, come over into this greater JOY,
this sublime ,~solace, this magnificent
beatitudel The night after the blttleo Of
| Shiloh, an6 there were thousands OF
wounded Oh the field, and the ambu-
lances had Not come, one Christian SOL
der lying there under,the starlight be-
gan to singa
There ] a land of pure delight"
and when hid came to the next line
there were scores of voices uniting:
"where saints immortal reign"
Tie song was caught up, all through
the fields, athong the wounded. until it
was said theme were at least ten thou
sand wounded men reuniting their
voices as theN came to the verse:
"There everlasting sprins, abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death like IA narrow stream divides
That neayenly land from ours"
Oh, it is a great religion to live by,
and it is a great religion to die by.
There is ONLY one leart-throb between
you and THAT religion this morning.
Just look into the face Of your pardon
ing God, and surrender yourself for
time and oreternity, and He is yours,
and heaven ~ yours, and all is yours.
Some of yo5, like the young man OF
the text, hav|e gone far astray. know
not the history, but you know it, you
know it! When a young man went
forth into lif&, the legend says his guar
dian angel went forth with HIM, and
getting him into a field, the guardian
angel swept d circle around where the
young a stood. 1t was
C1tRcLE OF VIRTUE
and honor, lind he must not step be-
yond that circle. Armed foes came
down, but wAre obliged to halt at the
circle-tley dould not pass. But one
day a temptrsss with diamonded hand,
stretched forth and crossed that circle
with the hand, and the tempted soul
took it, and b{y that one fell grip was
brought BEYOND the circle, and died.
Some of you have stepped beyond that
circle. Would you not like, this day.
by the grac& Of God, to step back?
This, | say tS you, Is your hour Of sal
walton.
There was in the closing hours of
Queen Annd what is called the clock
scene. Flat ldown on the pillow in
helpless sickness, she could not move
her head or Move her hand. She was
waiting for the hour when the minis
tiers of stated should gather IN angry
contest, and, (worried and worm out by
the comingh dIur, in momentary absence
of the nurse. In tie power, the strange
power which delirium sometimes gives
one, she aroseJ and stood in front of the
clock, and stood there watching the
clock when THE nurse returned. The
nurse said: lido you see anything Pc
| culiar about That clockp" She made
no answer, butt soon died. There is
A CLOCK scE(NE IN EVERY HISTORY.
If some of yot would Use from the bed
of lethargy, and come out from your
delirium of sill, and look on the clock
of your destiny this morning, you would
see and 1t ar Something you have not
seen or hearI before; and every tick Of
the minute, land every stroke of the
hour, and ey%,y swing of the pendulum
would say: fNow, now, now, nowl"
Oh, come hoIie to your Fathers housed
Come home, o prodigal, from the will
dernes,! Coame home, come homel
Ii. But 2 notice that when the pro-
digaa came, there was The father Joy.
He did not gt7et him with any formal
xTTz. AA1, JYa lf1 ,xN oorxa
out and say; fYou are unfit to enter;
90 out and wa3fh IN the trough by the
well, and the you a come in; We
have had emo ugh trouble with you."
All no! Wherh the proprietor OF that
estate proclaiIl ned festival, 1t was an
outburst Of a ather's love and a fathers
joy.
l have not mulch sympathy with that
description of IGod / sometimes hear,
as though He were a Turkish Sultan,
hard and unsy mpathetic, and listening
not to the cry bf His subjects. A man
told me he saw in one Of the Eastern
lands "a king riding along, and two men
were in alteration, and one charged
the other with having eaten his rice;
and the kingl said: "Then STAY the
man, and by Rost-mortem examination
find whether The has eaten the rice"
And ne wasss5in. ALL the cruelty of
a scene like qhat. Our God is not a
Sultan, not q Gar, not a despot, but a
Father-kind loving, forgivlng, and
He makes all yeaven ring again when
a prodigal &c mes back. II have no
pleasure,n H says, ''in the death of
him that dieff"
If a man does not get to heaven it IS
because he will not go there. No diff
ference the color, no difference the
history, no difference the antecedents,
no difference the surroundings, no diff
ference the SIM When the white horses
of Christ's victory are brought out to
celebrate the eternal triumph you may
ride one Of theha, and as God Is greater
than all, His jcly Is greater; and when
la soul comes btlck there is in His heart
the surging of On infinite ocean of glad
mess, and to express that gladness it
takes all the rivers of pleasure, and all
the thrones of pomp, and all the ages
of eternity. II is a Joy deeper than all
depth, and higher than all Height, and
wider than all width, and vaster than
all ~immensityk 1t oyertops 1t under
girds, it out@eight, all the united
splendor and JON of the universe. Who
can tell what Gods Joy is2 You re-
member.
THE. STONY OF A KING
who, on some( great day of festivity,
scattered silver and gold among the
people, and SENT valuable presents to
his courtiers; (bve methinks VII a
soul comes back, God is so glad that to
express His joyl lie filings out new worlds
into space, andl kindles up new suns,
and rolls amolng the ~white-robed an
thems of the redeemed a greater halle
|lnjah. while with a voice that rever-
berates among tae mountains of frank
incense and Isl echoed back from the
everlasting ga3es, He cries: "This.
my son, was Dead, and he is alive
again."
AT the openii & of the Exposition In
New Orleans saw a Merican Jiutist,
and he played q 9 solo, and then after
ward the eight r ten bands of music,
accompanied by the great organ, came