Milford chronicle., 1889-05-10
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GODS CONSOLATION
But one day there arose from the heavens
a chill blast that swept over the bedroom,
and instantly all the light went out, aud
there was darllness-thick, murky impene-
trable shuddering darkness. But God didn't
leave you there, Mercy spoke As you took
up the cup, and was about to put it to your
lips God said, Let it pass" and forthwith,
as by the hand OF angels, another cup was
put into your hands; it was the cup of Gods
consolation. And as you have sometimes
lifted the head of wounded soldier, and
poured wine into his lips, so God put his left
arm under your head, and with his right
hand he poured into your lips the wine Of his
comfort and his consolation, ard you looked
at the empty cradle and looked as your
broken heart, and you looked at the Lords
chastisement, and you said, even So Father
for so it seemeth good in thy sight.
An, it was your first trouble How did
you get over iti God comforted you You
have been a better man ever since. fou
have been better woman ever since. In the
Jar Of the closing gate Of the sepulcher You
heard the changing Of the opening gate OF
heaven, and you felt an irresistible drawing
heavenward You have been purer Of mind
ever since that night when the little one for
the last time put its arms around your neck
and said: Good night, papa, good night
mamma Meet me in heaven"
But must come on down to your latest
sorrow What was it, Perhaps it was your
own sickness. The child's tread on the stair
or the tick of the watch on the stand dis
turbed you Through the long weary days
you counted the figures in the carpet or the
| flowers in the wall paper Oh, the weari-
ness, the exhaustion Oh, the burning panSs!
Would God it were morning, would God 1t
were night were your frequent cry But
you are BETTER or perhaps even well Have
you thanked God that today you can come
out in the fresh air; that you are In this
place to hear Gods name, and to sing Gods
/ praise and to implore Gods help, and to ask
/ Gods forgivenessl Bless the Lord who healeth
all our diseases, and redeemeth our lives from
destruction.
Perhaps your last sorrow was a financial
embarrassment. | congratulate some Of you
on your lucrative profession or occupation
/ on ornate apparel, on a commodious residence
everything you put 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
!
/ Endorsement, or by conjunction Of unfore-
seen events, or by fire or storm, or sense
/ less panic, you have been flung headlong, and
where you once dispensed great charities
now YOU have hord 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 exploded, and the silver and gold
are molten in the fires or a burning world'
Have you, amid all your losses and discour-
agements, forgot that there was bread on
your table this morning, aud that there shall
be a 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 soul2
THE HAND OF BEREAVEMENT.
Perhaps your last trouble was a bcreave-
ment. That heart which in childhood was
your refuge, the parental heart, and which
has been a source Of the quickest sympathy
ever since, has suddenly become silent for
ever And now, sometimes, whenever in
sudden annoyance and without deliberation
YOU say, Il viii go 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 watch
full Of all your ways, exultant over your sue
cess 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 chill winds blow
over a 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 IN
life, suddenly, right before you was an open
grave. People looked down, and they saw II
was only a few feet deep and few feet wide
but to you it was 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 &c
forsake YOU Did the Lord take that child
ont of your armsl Why, he is going &c
shelter it better than you could. He is going
to array it in a white robe, and with palm
branch it win be all ready to greet you al
your coming home Blessed the broken heart
that Jesus heals Blessed the importunatt
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weeping eve from which the soft hand OF
Jesus wipes away the tear.
was sailing down the st. John river, Can
ada. which is the Rhine and the Hudson com
mingled in one scene of beauty and grandeur
and while was on the deck Of the steamer &
gentleman pointed out to me the places of in
terest, 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, do you mean by interva
landp well" he said, this land is sub
merged for part of the year, spring freshet'
come down, and all these plains are over
flowed with the water, and the water leave:
a rich deposit, and when the waters are gone
tho harvest springs up, and there is the
grandest harvest that was ever reaped.
And 1 instantly thought, 1T is not the
heights Of the church and it is not the height
of this world that is the scene of the greatest
prosperity, but the soul over which the flood,
of sorrow have gone, the soul over which the
freshets of tribulatiOn have torn their way
that yields the greatest fruits of righteous
ness and the largest harvest for time, anc
the richest harvest for eternity" Bless Goo
that your soul is interval land
, THE LAST MOMENT.
But these "reminiscences reach only to thi
5 morning. There will yet be one more poin
of tremendous Renaissance, and that is TIN
last hour of life, when we have to look ovel
, all our past existence. What moment tina
will bel place Napoleon's dying reminis
cence on St Helena beside Mrs Judson'
/ dying Renaissance in the harbor Of st
! Helena, the same island, twenty years after
! Napoleon's dying "reminiscences was one o
delirium, "Head of the army Mrs. Jud
5 sons dying "reminiscences, as she came hom
from her missionary toll and her life Of sci
sacrifice for God, dying in the cabin Of tn
, ship in the harbor Of St. Helena, was; 81 al
> ways did lovesthe Lord Jesus Christ" An'
f then, the historian says she fell into a SCUM,
sleep for an hour and woke amid the songs o
I angels.
place the dying "reminiscences Of Augusta