Telegram-herald., 1890-08-18


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a. u ths harvest berez vezne1t. scrroar.
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ttegosrel trlthieto ysaF kesrf Iha1s ss-ere
tratAs that yoa eeArd tkiTfy ysass 80 taat
bsre rot Gfs-sed sea unt-l recently S3ms
srreat tfoutie c1rue over yoa, and the trath
vras bzrrosse2 ia, sn1 Z hzs eoEs up.
MA. cd Cod Eaean ln ttls ooontry Ia
lsssf For cert - there vGs tAe gaSpel
lreached but 3 gre2s deal q Is pEod aoel
- resalt Ehea trod harneSse1 Md
u.aie % 3 harrow u commercial disaster.
AID thal harrow went down Wal street
snd un Wal stTzet, Gown IhlFd street
snd % Third street. d0Su STATE street and
up State street until t4e whole land was
torn 70 pleces as II ha4 peveE been before.
WbaI followed tie kArrcwf A great
awakening in which There were 5oo.0oo
souls brought into tie hias1Q.n II ouT
I.ora No harrow, 40 crop
TnE CHRISTIASs EEAPISG
Agaiu remark. IN grace ks il the farm
there must be reaPlog Many Christians
speak Of religion - though il were uat-
ter Of economics or insurance. They sx-
uset u reap ia the neXt world. ca, nOi
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i.y of the Christian elgion this morning,
This afternoon, this night II you have rot
a. much grace as you would like 70 have.
thank God fer what you have, and pray
for more. You are DO worse euSlaFed than
Joseph no worse troubled than w&s David.
no worse scoursed than Was Paul Yet,
amid tho rnttlng Of fetters, and amid
the gloom OF dungeons, and amid the
4 2 eftf hav .t.s.f
the grace OF God The weakest man
here has 500 acres Of spiritual Joy all
ripe. Why do you not 40 and reap H.; You
have been groaning over your iDfrnlties
for thirty years Now give oDe round shout
over your emancipation. You Say you have
Il SO hard; you might have it worse You
wonder why this great cold trouble keeps
revolving through your soul, turning and
turning, with black hand on the crank.
All, that trouble is the grindstone Oh which
YOU are 10 sharpen your sickle. To the
reldsl Wake up Take OF your green
spectacles, your blue spectacles. your black
spectacles Pull up the corners Of your
mouth a. far as you pull them down. To
the delds Resp reap!
Again ! remark. Ia grace as in farming
there is a time for threshing. ] tell You
beats the wheat out OF the straw SO death
beats the soul out of the body Every
sickness is q stroke OF the fail. and the
sickbed IL the threshing door. What, say
you, is death TO a good man only taking
the wheat out of the straw That l. all.
An aged man has fallen asleep. Only
yesterday you saw him in the sunny porch
/ playing with his grandchildren. Calmly
he received thelnessagc TO leave this world.
He babe a pleasant goOd-by TO his old
friends. The telegraph carries the tidings,
and on swift rail trains the kindred come.
wanting once more TO look on the face Of
/ dear old grandfather. Brush back the
gray hairs from his brow; it will never
ache again. Put him away in the slumber
Of the tomb lie will not be afraid Of that
night Grandfather was never afraid Of
anything He viii rise in the morning Of
the resurrection. Grandfather was always
the first to rise. His voice has already
mingled in the doxology Of heaven. Grand
father always did sing in church. Any
thing ghastly in that, No. The thresh-
/ ing of the wheat out of the straw. That
Is all
DEAR LoED, GIVE dE sLEEP."
The Saviour folds a lamb in his bosom
!
music, and her toys are scattered all up and
down the stairs just as she left them.
What il the hand that plucked o'clocks
out of the meadow is still' 1t viii wave
the eternal triumph What II the voice
that made music in the home is still! IL
will sing the eternal hosenna Put a white
rose IN one hand and red rose in the
other hand, and wreath OF orange bios
SONS on the brow: the white flower fOr the
victory, the red flower for the Saviour s
sacrifice, the orange b.0ssoms for her mar
riage day. Anything ghastly about thatf
Oh, no. The sun went down and the flower
shut The wheat threshed out Of the straw.
Dear Lord, give me sleep, said a dying
boy. the son OF one Of my elders. Dear
Lord. give me sleep" Aud be closed his
eyes and awoke in glory. Henry ". Long
fellow. writing a letter of coincidence to
those parents, said: Those last words were
beautifully poetic: Dear Lord give ne
sleep"
Twas not in cruelty. not IN wrath
That the re-par came that day:
Twas on ange That visited the earth
AID took the dover away.
So it may be with us when our work is
eli done Dear Lord, give ne sleep"
! have one more thought 70 present.
have spoken of the plowing. OF the sowing,
OF the narrowing, of the reaping Of the
threshing. / must now speak a moment
Of the garnering.
Where is the garner9 Need tell vou'
Oh, no. So many have gone ont from
your own circles-yea, from your own
family-that you have had your eyes on
that garner FOR many q year. What a
hard time some Of them had. Ia Geth-
semanes Of suffering they sweat great
drops of blood. They took the cup oi
trembling and they put .t to their bot
lirls and they cried III IL be possib Die, LET
this cup pass from me" With tongues
OF burning agony they cried 20 Lord. &c
liver nav soulr But they g0t over IT, They
ell got over it. CarBeredi Their tears
wiDed away. their battles all endcd-theil
burdens Lifted Cnruored The Lord oi
the harvest viii not allow those shcavss tC
,-s,ish /. t,la 0aniaox. Garnered' Soma
of us remember, on the farm, that The
shesves were put On the top O. tic racs
which surmounted the wagon, and thess
thoaves were piled higher and higher. ard
after a while tie horses started FOR thG
harn. and these shcaves swayed q and fr'
in the rsad. and the old wagon crcakcd
and the horses made q struggle and puileg
20 hard the harness came up in loops C
leather Oh their backs. and when the from
wheel struck the elevated foor of tie barr
Il seemed As II the load would GO 10 fartbe
until the w0Tku1en gave great shout, an'
then with one last tremendous strain thl
horses pulled IN The load. then thsy were un
hsruesse1 and forkful after f0Tkfnl II gran
fell into the mow. Oh, my friends, ca
getting int9 heaven may he o rul. bars
pau. a very hard pail. bBt these sheave
a-e bound % g IN. Tie Lord q the hsl
vest has promised f. ! sec the lead - rs
coming II the door q the heavenly garner