Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-08-18

more to look on the face of dear old grand
\ father. Brush back the gray hairs from his
brow; it will never ache again. Put him
away in the slumber of the tomb. He
will not be afraid of that night. Grand
father was never afraid of anything. He
will rise in the morning of the resurrection.
Grandfather was always the first to rise.
His voice has already mingled in the doIol.
ogy Of heaven. Grandfather always did
sing in church. Anything CHASTITY in that7
No. The threshing Of the wheat out Of the
straw. That is all.
CARING FOR THE LAMBS.
The Savior folds a lamb in, His bosom.
The little child filled all the house with her
music, and her toys are scattered all up and
down the stairs just as she left them. What
IL the hand that plucked four o clocks out OF
the meadow is still? 1t will wave the eter-
nal triumph. What if the voice that made
music in the home is still? 1t will sing the
eternal hosanna. Put white rose in one
hand, and a red rose in the other hand, and
a wreath of orange blossoms ON the brow;
the white flower for the victory,
the red flower for the Savior's sacrifice, the
orange blossoms for her marriage day. Any
thing CHASTITY about that? Oh, no. The sun
went down and the flower shut. The wheat
threshed out of the straw. "Dear Lord. give
me Sleep" said DYING boy; the son of one
of nv elders, "Dear Lord, give me sleep. :"
And he closed his eyes and awoke in glory.
Henry w. Longfellow, writing letter Of
coincidence to those parents asid: Those
last words were beautifully poetic. Dear
Lord, give me Sleep"
Twas not in cruelty, not in wrath
That the.reaper came that day;
Twas An angel that visited the earth
And took the flower away.
So it may be with us when our work is all
done. Dear Lord, give me Sleep"
have one more thought to present. I
have spoken of the plowing. of the sowing,
threshing. must now speak moment OF
the garnering.
Where is the garner? Need tell you?
Oh, no. So many have gone out from your
own circles-yea, from your own family,
that you have.had your eyes on that garner
for manv a year. What hard time some of
them had! In Gesthsemanes of suffering,
they sweat great drops of blood. They took
the "cup of trembling" and they put it to
their hot lips and they cried: "If it be pos
sible, let this cup pass from me-" With
tongues OF burning agony they cried: 30
Lord, deliver my soulP' But they got over
tears wiped away; their battles all ended;
their burdens lifted. Garneredl The Lord
of the harvest will not allow those sheaves
to perish in the equinox Garneredl
GATHERING IN THE sHEAvEs.
Some of us remember, on the farm, that
the sheaves were put on the top of the rack,
which surmounted the wagon, and these
sheaves were piled higher and higher, and
after while the horses started for the barn;
and these sheaves swayed to and fro in the
wind, and the old wagon creaked, and the
horses made a struggle, and pulled so hard
the harness came up in loops Of leather on
their back, and when the front wheel struck
the elevated floor of the barn, it seemed as
if the load would 90 no farther, until the
workmen gave a great shout. and then with
one last tremendous strain, the horses pulled
in the load; then they were embarrassed,
and forkful after forkful of grain fell into
the NOW. o my friends, our getting into
heaven may be a pull, hard pull, very
hard pull; but these sheaves are bound to
60 in. The Lord Of the harvest has
promised it. see the load at last coming
10 the door of the heavenly garner.
The sheaves of the Christian soul sway
to and fro in the wind OF death, and the old
body creaks under the load, and as the load
strikes the floor of the celestial garner, 1t
seems as if it can 60 no farther. 1t is the
last struggle, until the voices ol angels and
the voices of our departed kindred and the
welcoming voice of God shall send the har-
vest rolling into the eternal triumph, while
all up and down the sky the cry is heard:
Harvest homei Harvest homel"