Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1889-06-06

or GRIND IN the mills of a great night Wheres
Where ~ y "si 81
80, some winter morning you go out and see a
some heavenly compass it had been curved.
ana as the sun giints it the lustel. is almost
! lnsufferable, and it seems as if God had
wrapped the earth IN a shroud with white
pial1s woven IN looms celestial
/ anything SO pure as the snow 60
| beautiful as the snow?" But Won brought a
pail of that snow and put it upon the Stove
! and melted it; and you found that there was
sediment at the bottom, and every drop of
that snow water was riled; and You found
tnat the snow bank had gathered up the
impurity of the field. and that after
all it was not fit to wash in And SO / saw Il
will be if you try TO gather up these contrasts
ana comparisons with Others and with these
apologies attempt TO wash out the sins az
your heart and life 1t will be an unsnccass-
full ablution. Such snow water will never
wash away a single stain of an immortal
soul.
=, But hear some one say: 81 will try some
tnlng petuer than that. / will try the force
of a good resolution. That viii be mora
pungent, more caustic, more extirpating
more cleansing. The snow water has failed
and now l will try the alkali of the GOOD
strong resolution Ny dear brother have
you any idea that a resolution about
INC Aueuie VIII hquluate the past? Sup
pose owed you five thousand dollars
and | should come TO you tomorrow and
say: "Sir, Twill never run in debt to you
again; if I should live thirty wears. I will
never run in debt TO you again:n will YOU
turn to me and say: 'If you will not
run in debt in the future, / win forgive
you the five thousand dollars Win YOU do
that MOI Nor viii God We have been
running up long score of Indebtedness with
God. II for the future we should abstain
from sin. that would be no defrayment of past
Indebtedness Though you should live from
this time forth pure an archangel before
the throne, that would not redeem the
past. God, in the Bible, distinctly
declares that he twill require that which
is past'-past opportunities past neg
lects, past wicked words, past impure i'm
aginations past everything The past is a
great cemetery, and every day is buried in
it, And here is long row of three hundred
and sixty-fve graves They are the
dead days Of 1888. Here is long row of
three hundred and sixty-fye more grave.
and they are the dead days Of 1887 AND
here is long row of three hundred and six
ty-ive more graves, and they are the dead
days of 1886. 1t is a vast cemetery of the
past. But God will rouse them all up with
resurrectionary blast, and as the prisoner
stands face to face with juror and Judge, SO
you and | viii have to come up and look
upon those departed days face TO face, exult-
ing in their smile or covering in their frown.
Murder will out" is a proverb that
stops too short Every sin, however small,
as well as great will out. In hard times
in England, years ago, il is automatically
stated that manufacturer was on the way,
with bag of money, to pay off his hands A
man Infatuated WI n hunger met him on the
road. and took a rail with a nail in it from a
paling fence and struck him down, and the
nail entering the skull instantly slew him.
fr%r aft fl.aN h.
went back to that place He passed into the
grave yard. where the sexton was digging a
grave. and while he stood there the spade Of
the sexton turned up a skull, and, 10 the
murderer saw nail protruding from the
back part of the SKULL and as the sex
ton turned the skull il seemed with hol-
low eyes 20 glare on the murderer;
and he, first petrifed with horror stood
in silence, but soon cried out. Guilty
guilty o Godp' The mystery OF the
crime was over The man was tried
and executed. MY friends, all the un.
pardoned sins of our lives. though we
may think they are buried out of sight
and gone into a mere skeleton OF
memory, win turn up in the cemetery
of the past and glover upon us with
their misdoings / say all our unpardoned
sins oh, have you done the preposterous
thing of supposing that good resolutions for
the future win wipe out the pasts Good re-
SDlullOISs thtN may bc DuAb0ht anu
caustic as allali, have no power TO
neutralize a sin, have no power to
wash away transgression. IL wants some
thing more than earthly chemistry to DO
this. Yea, yea. though Il wash myself with
taow water, and should cleanse my hands
in alkali yet shalt thou plunge me in the
ditch. and mine own clothes shall abhor me-
You see from the last part of this text that
Jobs idea of sin was very different from that
Of Eugene Sue. or George Sand or M. j.
Micheet, or of any of the hundreds of writers
who have done up iniquity in mezzotlnt,
and garlanded the wine cup with eg-
lantine and rosemary, and made the
path of the libertine end in bowers OF
ease instead of ON the hot tagging of eternal
torture You see that Job thinks that sin is
not fiowery parterre; that it is not table
land of fine prospects; that 1t is not !
music, dulcimer, violoncello. castanet
and Pandean pipes, all making music
together No. He says It is a dltch, long;
deep loathsoms, stenchful, and we are all
plunged into it, and there we wallow and sink
and struggle, not able to get out. Our robes
of propriety and robes of worldly profession |
are saturated in the slime and abomination,
and our soul covered over with transgression,
hates its covering, and the covering hates the
soul until we are plunged INTO the utcn, ana
our own clothes abhor us.
| know that some modern religionists carl |
eature sorrow for sin, and they make out an 1
easier path than the pilgrims progress
that John Bunyan dreamed OF. The road
they travel does not stop where Johns did, AZ !
the city of Destruction, but at the gate Of
the university; and | am very. certain
that it will not come out where Johns did. 4
under the shining ramparts of the celestial
city. No repentance no pardon II you do
not my brother feel that you are down IN
the ditch, what do you want of Christ to lift |
YOU QUIT If you have no appreciation of I
the fact that you are astray, what do you
want of him who came to seek and save that
which was lost? Yonder Is the City of /
Paris. the swiftest of the lnmans, coming
across the Atlantic. The wind IS abaft,
10 that she has not only her engines
at work. but all sails up. | am on
board the Umbria of the Cunard
line. The boat davits are swung around
The boat is lowered. / get into IT with a
red aaq and cross over to where the City &
Paris & coming and / wave the nag The
cantain looks off from the bridge ana says
- What do you want" ] reply; : come
IN take some of your passengers across
TO the other vessel: think they VIII pe safer
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