The intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1887-1891, 1890-08-23

torn to pieces as it had never beon be-
fore. What followed tho harrow? A
great awakening in which there wore
500, 900 souls brought into the Kingdom
of our Lord. No harrow, no crop
Again, | remark, in grace, as in the
farm, there must be a reaping. Many
Christians speak of religion as though
1t were a matter of economies or insur-
ance. They expect to reap in the next
world. o. no! Now is the time to a
Gather up tho Joy of the Christian re-
ligion this morning, this afternoon, this
night II you have not as much grace
as you would like to have thank God
for what you have and pray for more.
You are no worse ensIaved than Joseph,
no worse troubled than was David, no
worse scourged than was Paul. Yet
amid the rafting of fettors and amid
the gloom of dungeons and amid the
horror of shipwreck they triumphed in
the grace of God. The weakest man
here has 500 acres of spiritual 10y all
ripe. Why do you not go and reap itP
You have been grooming over your in
firmities for thirty years. Now give
one round shout over your ~emancipa-
ton. You say you have it SO hard. You
might have it worse. You wonder why
this great cold trouble keeps revolving
through your soul, turning and turning,
with a black hand on tho crank. All,
that is the grindstone on which you are
to sharpen your sickle. To the fields!
Wake up! Take off your green spec
tacles, you black spectacles. Pull up
the corners of your mouth as far as you
pull them down. Take to tho fieldsl
Reap! reap!
Again. I remark. in grace, as in farm
ing, there Is a time for threshing. l tell
you b~luntly that Is death. just as a
farmer beats tho wheat out of the straw.
so death beats the soul out of the body,
Every sickness Is a stroke of the fail
and the sick bed is the threshing floor
What, say you. is death to a good man
only taking the wheat out of the
straw? That is all. An aged man has
fallen asleep. Only yesterday you saw
him In the sunny porch playing with
his grandchildren. Calmly he received
the message to leave this world. He
babe q pleasant goodbye to his old
friends. Brush back the gray hairs
from his brow; 1t will never ache again.
Put him away in the slumber of tho
tomb. He will not DO afraid of that
night. Grandfather was never afraid Of
any thing. He will rise in the morning
of the resurrection. Grandfather was
always the first to rise. His voice has
already mingled in the doxology Of
Heaven. Grandfather always did sing
in church. Any thing CHASTITY in that2
No. The threshing of the wheat out of
the straw. That is all.
The Saviour folds a lambin 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 If the hand that plncked
four-o'clocks out Of the meadow is still?
1t will wave the eternal triumph. What
IL the voice that made music in the
home Is still? 1t will sing the eternal
hosanna. Put a 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 Saviour's sacrifice, tho
Orange blossoms for her marriage day.
may bLtAk khhoOiJ opooo biAoSA y AOs
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 mt sleep" And he closed
his eyes and awoke in glory. Henry
W. Longfellow, writing a letter Of con-
dolence to those parents, said: Those
last words were beautifully poetic.
Dear Lord, give me sleep"
Twas not In cruelty. not In wrath
That the reaper came that dry;
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 mo
Sleep"
have n more thought to present
I have spoken of the blowing, of the
sowing, Of the narrowing, of the reap
ing, Of tho threshing. 1 must now
speak q moment of the g~arnering.
Who're is the garnerP Need 1 tell
your o, no. So many have gone out
from your own c~ircles-yea, from your
W family, that you have had your
eyes on that garner for many a year.
What q hard time some OF them had!
In Gethsemanes of suffering, they sweat
greatdrops OF blood. They took the coup
Of trembling and they put it to their
hot lips and they cried: ''If it be possible,
let this cup pass from me-" With
tongues OF burning agony they cried:
20 Lord, deliver my soul!" But they
got over 1t. They all got over it. Gar
nered! Their tears wiped away; their
battles all ended; their burdens lifted.
Garheredl The Lord of the harvest
will not allow those sheaves to perish
in the equinox. Garnered! 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 awhile the horses started for
b barn; and these sheaves swayed to
and fro In the wind, and the old wagon
creaked n 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 ole
waited floor OF the barn, it seemed as II
the load would go no farther, until
h workmen gave a great shout,
and then. with n last tremulous strain,
the horses pulled in tho load; then they
were Embarrassed, and forkful after
forkful of grain fell into the NOW. o,
my friends, our getting into Heaven
may DO 4 pull, a hard pull, a very hard
pull; but these sheaves are bound to 20
in. The Lord of the harvest has
promised IL. l see the load at last com
ing In the door of the Heavenly garnery.
The sheaves Of the Christian soul sway
TO and fro In h wind of death, and the
old body breaks under the load, and rs
the load strikes the foor of the celestial
garner, 1t seems as II it can go no farther.
1t Is the last struggle, until the voices
Of angels and the voices of our departed
kindred and tho welcoming voice OF God
shall send tho harvest rolling into the
eternal triumph, while all up and down
the sky the cry is heard: Harvest
home! Harvest home!"
Where New Yorkors Live.
Though 1 have always written as a
New York correspondent | live in New
Jersey. 1t is a popularity OF New
Workers that II they can afford to do so
they live somewhere else. The very
richest OF us always keep a city address
for precisely the same reason that
actuated two friends of mine, who were
beginning to struggle for a metropolitan
existence, and felt they needed to have
q Fifth avenue letterhead. One Of them
worked on a morning paper, so they
hired a hall bedroom in Fifth avenue,
and when tho evening man got out OF
bed the morning man got in. just so
the Vanderbilts and all the ether Knick-
erbockers keep a Fifth venue number
and live in Europe, and, just so, the rest