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

won miss 1t. You take drlnk again
! out Of the very bucket that the old we'll
fetched up. You go for the cows at
night. and find them wagging their
the dusty and busy streets you wish you
were home again on that cool grass, or
in the rag carpet hall of the farm b ouse,
through which there was the breath of
new mown hay or the blossom of buck
wheat.
You may have in your windows now
beautiful plants and flowers brought
/ from across the seas, but not one Of
them stirs in your soul so much charm
and memory as the old ivy and the yell
low sunflower that stood sentinel along
the garden wall, and the forget me- nots
playing hide and-seek mid the long
grsss. The fnther, who used to come in
sunburnt from the fields and sit down
on the doorsill and wipe the sweat from
his brow, may have gone to his everlast-
ing rest. The mother, who used to sit
at the door little bent over, cap and
| spectacles on, her face mellowing with
the vicissitudes of many years, may have
put down her gray head on the pillow in
the valley, but forget that home you
never will. Have you thanked God for
it? Have you reheursed all these blessed
"reminiscences? Oh, thank God for q
| Christian father; thank God for Chris
tian mother; thank God for an early
Christian altar at which you were taught
/ to kneel; thank God for an early Chris
tian home.
bring to mind another passage in
the history of your life. The day came
when you set up your own household.
The days passed along in quiet blessed
ness. You twain sat at the table morn
ing and night aud talked over your
plans for the future. The most insig-
nificant affair in your life became the
subject of mutual consultation and adj
visement. You were SO happy you felt
you never could be any happier. One
day !. dark cloud lowered over your
dwelling and it got darker and darker,
but out Of that cloud the shining mes
senger Of God descended to incarnate
an immortal spirit. Two little feet
started on an eternal journey, and you
were to lead them-a gem to fash in
eternal ages of light and darkness
watching the starting out of newly
created creature.
You rejoiced and you trembled at the
responsibility that in your possession
an immortal treasure was placed. You
prayed and rejoiced, and wept and
| wondered; you were earnest in suppli-
cation that you might lead it through
life into the kingdom of God. There
was q tremor in your earnestness. There
was,a double interest about that home.
There was an additional interest why
you should stay there and be faithful,
and when in few months your house
was filled with the music of the child's
laughter, you were struck through with
the fact that you had stupendous
| mission.
Have you kept that vow? Have you
neglected any of these duties? Is your
home as much to you as it used to be?
Have those anticipations been gratiied?
God help you to-day in your solemn
Renaissance, and let his mercy fall
upon your soul if your kindness has
been i'll requited. God have mercy on
the parent on the wrinkles of whose
face is written the story of childs sin.
God have mercy on the mother who, in
addition to her other pangs, has the
pangs of childs iniquity. Oh, there
are many. many sad sounds in this sad
world, but the saddest sound that is ever
heard is the breaking of mothers
heart. Are there any here who remem-
Der that in that home they We're I'M
faithful? Are there those who wandered
off from that early home, and left the
mother to die with broken heart? Oh,
stir that Renaissance to- day.
find another point in your life his
tory. You found one day you We're in
the wrong road; you couldn't sleep at
night; there was just one word that
seemed to sob through your banking
house. or through your office, or through
your shop, or your bedroom. and that
word was Eternity" You said, Il am
not ready for it. o God, have mercy
The Lord heard. Peace came to your
heart. In the breath of the hill and the
waterfalls dash you heard the voice Of
Gods love; the clouds and the trees
the house of God.
But some of you have not always had
a smooth life. Some of you are now in
the shadow. Others had their troubles
years ago, you are mere wreck of what
you once were. must gather up the
sorrows of your past life; but how shall
do it? You say that is impossible, as
you have had SO many troubles and adj
versities. Then will just take two, the
first trouble and the last trouble. AS
when you are walking along the street,
and there has been music in the distance.
you unconsciously find yourself keeping
step to the music, SO when you started
life your very life was musical time
oChS' 4 Lie al Wdb 4u4l VI JOY dul
ity; with the bright, clear oar you made
the boat skip; you went on, and life
grew brighter until after while sud
denly voice from Heaven said, Halt
and quick as the sunshine you halted
you grew pale, you confronted your first
sorrow. You had no idea that the flush
on your childs cheek was an unhealthy
flush. You said it can't be anything
serious. Death in slippered feet walked
round about the cradle. You did no,
hear the tread; but after while the
truth flashed on you. You walked the
floor. Oh, if you could, with your strong
stout hand, have wrenched that chic
from the destroyer. You went to you,
room and you said, God, save my child
God, save my child" The world seemed
going out in darkness. You said, 81
can't bear it; can't bear it," You felt
as it you could not put the long lashes
over the bright eyes, never to see Their
again sparkle. oh, if you could have
taken that little one in your arms ani
with it leaped the grave, how gladly YOU
would have done it! Oh, if you coulG
let your property go, your houses go
your land and your store house go, how
gladly you would have allowed them to
depart if you could only have kept that