The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1890-07-18

| hhooo pS w oII ldIueT III Ills 1Onen
ness, and then she kissed us goodby
and went asleep as calmly as a child
in cradle"
What made her SO composed? Natu
raj courage? "No," you say, 'smother
was very nervous; when the carriage
inclined to the side of the road, she
cried out; she was always very week
~" What, then, gave her composure!
Was it because she did not care
much for you, and the pang of part
ing was not great! "Oh," you say,
''she showered upon us a v.oalth of
affection. No mother ever loi,G hor
children more than mother love,!
us. She showed it by the way she
nmsed us when 1--WE got sick, and she
tolled for us until her strength gave
out" What, then, was it that gave
her composure in the last hour? Do
not hide it; be frank and let me know.
"Oh," you say, "it was because she
was so good; she made the Lord her
portion, and she had faith that she
would go straight to glory, and that
we should all meet her at last at the
foot of the throne"
Here are people who say, ''I saw a
Christian brother die,and he triumph
ed" And some one else, Il saw a
Christian sister die, and she trium-
phed." Some the else will say, 81
saw Christian daughter die, and
she triumphed." Come all ye who
have seen the last moments of q
Christian, and give testimony in this
case on trial. Uncover your heads,
put your hand on the old family Bi-
ble from which they used to read the
promises, and promise in the presence
of high heaven that you will tell the
truth, the whole truth, and nothing
but the truth. With what you have
seen with your own eyes, and from
what you have heard with your own
ears, is there power in this gospel to
give calmness and triumph in the
last exigency? The response comes
from all sides, from young, and
old,and middle aged: "Where are the
witnesses"
You see, my friend, I have not put
before you to-day an abstraction, OF
chimera, or anything like guess-work.
L present you affidavits of the best
men and women, living and dead.
Two witnesses in court will establish
a fact Here are not two witnesses,
but thousands of witnesses-on earth
millions of witnesses, and in heaven
a.great multitude oflwitnesscs that no
man can Misunderstanding that
there is power in religion to convert
the soul, to give comfort in trouble,
and to afford composure in the last
hO11r + fnr, ch>,,1I J.
ing ing sickness, % and say ' they ner ernele neflle
same sickness, and took certain
and it cured them, you
would probably take it. Now, sup
pose ten other men should come up
and say, "We don't believe there is
in that medicine" Well
I say, "Have you ever tried it?'
mo, I never tried it, but I don't be-
ieve there is anything in it," OF
course you discredit their testimony.
The sceptic may come and say, "There
is no power in your religion" Have
you ever tried it," "No, no." "Then,
avaunt!" Let me take the testimony
of the millions of souls that have
been converted to God, and comfort
ed in trial, and solaced in the last
hour. We will take their testimony
as they cry, eve are witnesses!'
Some time ago Professor Henry,
of Washington, discovered n new
star, and the tidings, sped by sub
marine telegraph, and oil the ohser-
vatories of Europe were watching for
that new star. Oh, hearer, looking
out through the darkness of thy soul
to-day, canst thou see bright light
beaming on thee? "Where?" you
say; "where? How can I find it,"
Look along by the line of the cross of
the Son of God. Do you see it ttremb-
ling with all tenderness and beaming
with all hope? 1t is the Star of Beth
lehem.
Deep horror then my vltals froze.
Death. struck ceased the tide to stem,
When suddenly n star arose
It was the Star OF Bethlehem.
Oh, hearer, set your eyes on it. 1t
is easier for you now to become n
Christian than it is to stay away from
Christ and heaven.
When Madame Sonntag began her
musical career she was Kissed off
the stage at Vienna by the friends of
her rival Amelia Steininger, who had
already begun to decline through her
dissipation. Years passed on, and
one day Madame Sonntag, in her
glory, was riding through the streets
of Berlin, when she saw little child
leading q blind woman, and she said,
Come here, my little child, come
here. Who is that you are leading
by the hand?" And the little child
replied, "That's my mother; that's
Amelia Steininger. She used to be n
great singer, but she lost her voice,
and she cried SO much about it that
she lost her eyesight." Give my love
to her. said Madame Sonntag, "and
tell her an old acquaintance will call
on her this afternoon The next
| week in Berlin q vast assemblagc
gathered at n benefit for that poor
blind woman, and it was said that
Madame Sonntag sang that night as
she had never sung before. And she
took n skilled oculist, who in vain
tried to give eyesight to the poor