Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1889-05-17

the oneninp gate of Heaven, and you
fai+ m irr-sistable drawing heavenward.
yon hive been purer of mind ever since
thot MONT when the little one for the
oct time nut it's arms around your neck
and said, Good night. papa; good night,
mamma. Meet me in Heaven.
But l must come on down 70 your iates1
sorrow. What was it? Perhaps II was
yonr own sickness. The child's tread
IN The staiT. or the tick of the watch on
the stand disturbed you. Through the
lorp weary days you counted the figures
in the CARPET or the flowers in the wall
noner. Oh. the WEAKNESS, the exhaus-
ton! Oh, the burning pangs! Would
God it were morning, would God it we're
night, were your frequent cry. But you
ore better. or perhaps even we'll. Have
YOU thanked that God to-day you can
come out in the fresh air; that you are
in this place to hear Gods name, and to
sing Gods praise, and implore Gods
help, and to ask Gods forgiveness?
Bless the Lord who healeth all our dis
cases. and redeemeth our lives from de-
struction.
Perhaps your last sorrow was tinan-
cial embarrassment. Congratulate some
of you on your lucrative profession or
occupation, on ornate apparel, on q
| y
nut your hands to seems to turn to gold.
But there 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 un.dvised
Endorsement, or by conjunction of un-
foreseen events, or by fire. or storm. or
o 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
after the last bank of this world has ex-
ploded, and the silver and gold are
molten in the fires of a 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 a shelter for.you1
head from the storm, and there is air
for your lungs and blood for your heart,
and light for your eye, and q glad and
glorious and triumphant religion for
your soal?
Perhaps your last trouble was be-
| renvement. That heart which in child.
hood was your refuge, the parental
heart, and which has been a source of
the quickest sympathy ever since, has
suddenly become silent forever, and
now sometimes, whenever in sudden
annoyance and without deliberation you
say Il will 60 and tell mother" the
thought flashes on you, Il have no
mother" or the father, with voice less
| tender, but as stanch and earnest and
loving as ever, watchful of all your ways,
exultant over your success without say
ing much, although the old people do
talk it over by themselves, his trem-
bling hand on that staff which you now
keep as o family relic, his memory en-
balmed 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 wide wilderness
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
an open grave. People looked down
and they saw it was only q few
feet deep and few feet wide,
but to you it was cavern down which
went all your hopes and all your eXpec-
tations.
But cheer up in the name of the Lord
Jesus Christ. the Comforter. He is not
going to forsake you. Did the Lord
take that child out of your arms? Why,
he is going to shelter it better than you
could. He is going to array it in 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 importunate
cry that Jesus compassionates. Blessed
the weeping eye from which the soft
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 l was
on the deck of the steamer gentleman
pointed out to me the places Of interest,
and he said, All this is interval land,
and it is the richest land in all the
provinces of New Brunswick and Nova
Scotia.
What, said L, "doyou mean by inter
val land?" We'll" he said, this land is
submerged for part of the year, spring
freshets come down, and all these plains
are overlooked with the water, and the
water leaves a rich deposit, and when
up, and there is the grandest harvest
that was ever reaped." And instantly
thought, 1T is not the heights of the
church and it is not the heights of this
world that is the scene of the greatest
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 richest
harvest for eternity" Bless God that
your soul is interval land.
But these "reminiscences reach only
to this morning. There will yet be one
more point OF tremendous "Reminiscences,
and that is the last hour of life, when
we have to look over all our past exis-
tence. What moment that will be! ]
place Napoleon's dying "Reminiscences on
st. Helena beside Mrs. Judson's DIVING
"Reminiscences in the harbor of st. Helena,
the same island, twenty years after.
Napoleon's dying Renaissance was one
OF delirium, Head of the army" Mrs.
Judsons dying "reminiscences, as she
came home from her visionary toll and
her life of self sacrifice for God, diving
IN the cabin of the ship in the harbor Of
st. Helena, was, Il always did love the