The San Saba news. [volume] (San Saba, Tex.) 1873-1966, 1890-01-24

Keep a lOg-boOk during all the vOyage-an
account Of how many furlongs you make
day. The merchant keeps day book as
well as a ledger. You ought to know every
night as we'll as every year, how things are
going. When the express train stops at the
depot you hear hammer sounding on all
the wheels, thus testing the safety of the
rail train. Bound as we are, with more
than express speed toward great eternity,
ought we not often to try the work OF self
examination
Be sure to keep youu colors upl You know
the ships of England, Russia France and
Spain by the ensigns they carry. Sometimes
1t is lion, sometimes an eagle, sometimes
star, sometimes a crown Let it ever be
! known who you are and for what port you
are bound. Let christian" be written on
the very front, with a figure Of a cross, a
crown and dove; and from the masthead
let hoat (he streamers Of Emmanuel Then
the pirate vessels of temptation will pass you
unharmed as they say: There goes a Chris
tian, bound for the port of heaven. We will
not disturb her, for she has too many guns
aboard" Run up your flag on this pulley:
II am not ashamed Of the Gospel Of Christ,
for it is the power of God and the wisdom of
God unto salvation" When driven back, or
laboring under great stress Of weather-now
changing from starboard tack TO larboard,
and then from larboard TO starbcard-lOOk
above the topgailants and your heart shall
beat like a war drum as the streamers float
on the wind. The sign of the cross will make
you patient and the crown will make you
glad.
Before you gain port you will smell the
Ilia breezas Of heaven; and Christ, the Pilot,
VII |, meet you as you come into the Narrows
Ut beatn and fasten to you, and say: when
lhQ1 PasseSt through the waters, / will be
WIN thee; and through the rivers they shall
not overflow thee.n Are Won re,idv for s1lch
a VOYAGE Make up your minds. The Fang
P Is are lifting. The bell rings Al
ABOARD for heaveni The world is nor vour
rest The chaffinch is the silliest bird in an :
the elrth iGr trying to make its nest on the
rocking pillow. Oh, how wish that as epl.,C
bark for the Holy Land in the East an Ia '
whom preach by tongue or type would en- &
bark for heaven What you all most need is
God, and you need lin now. Some of you'll
leave In trouble. Things are going very
rough with you. You have had a hard
struggle with poverty, or sickness or perse-
cution or bereavement Light after light has
gone out and it is so dark that you can
hardly see any blessing left. May that Jesus
VINO comforted the widow Of Main, and raised
thedeceased 10 life, with His gentle hand of
iympathy wipe away your tears. All is well.
When David was fleeing through tho will
lerness, pursued by his son. ne was being
prepared to become the sweet singer of Is
:ael- The pit and the dungeon were the best
The hurricane that upset the tent and killel
Iob's childrey. prepared the man Of Uz to
write the magnificent poem that has as
5ounded the ages. There Is no way to get
the wheat out Of the straw but to thresh it,
There is no way to purify the gold but to
burn it. Look at the people who have always
had it their own way. They are proud, dis
contented, useless and unhappy. If you want
to find cheerful folks 60 among those
who have been purified by the fire. After
Rossini had rendered William Telln the five
hundredth time, a company Of musicians
came under his window in Paris and sero-
naded him They put upon his brow a /
golden crown Of laurel leaves. But amidst
al the applause and enthusiasm Rossini
turned % a friend and said: i would give /
Ill this brilliant scene for a few days of .
youth and love- Contrast the melancholy
ieeliug Of Rossini who had everything that /
this world could give him, to the joyful eI-
perIence Of Isaac Watts, whose misfOrtunes
we're innumerable, when he says;
The nil OF Zion Yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields
or wals the golden streets.
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuei's ground
To fairer worlds on high.
It is prosperity that kills and trouble that
saves While the Israelites were on the
march, amidst great privations and hard
shiIs, they behaved well After while, they
prayed for meat and the sky darkened with
4 large flock of quails, and these quails fell in
great multitudes all about them; and the Is
raelites ate and ate, and stuffed themselves
until they died. Oh! my friends, it is not r
hardship, or trial or starvation tnat Injuries
the soul but abundant supply 1t is not the
vulture Of trouble Ghst eatsup the Christians
life; it is the quajsSl it is the quais
cannot leave You until once more I con-
Tess my faith in the Saviour whom have
preached He is my all in all owe more
to the grace OF God than most men. With
this ardent temperament, if had gone over
board would have gone TO the very depths.
You know can do nothing by halves.
o to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained 10 bel
think all viii be we'll Do not be worried
about me. 1 know that my Redeemer liyeth,
md if any fatality should befall me. l
ihink I-should go straight. l have been most
Unworthy, and woUld he sorry to think that
my one Of my friends had been as unworthy
/ Christian as myself. But God has helped
great many through, and / hope He will
lelp me through 1t is a long account of
but if He is going to rub any
# it out l think He will rub it all out.
And now give Us tfor I 60 not alonel your
,enedictiOn. When you send letters to a
,
ity, or via such a steamer. When you send
'ou good wishes 70 us, send them via the
lIrone Of God. We shall not travel out of
he reach Of your prayers.
There Is a scene where spirits dwell ,
Where friend holds intercourse with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith we meet
Around one common mercy seat
And now, may the blessing Of God come
lOwn upon your bodies and upon your souls,
our fathers and mothers your companions,
Jour children, your brothers and sisters and
'our friendsl May you be blessed in your
business and in your pleasures, in your Joys
md in your sorrows in the house and by the
yayl And if, during our separation. an
rrow from the unseen world should strike
ny Of us may it only hasten on the raptures
hat God has prepared fer those who love
linn ] utter not the word farewell; it is
90 sad, too formal a word for me to speak
r write. But, considering that have your
iand tightly clasped in both of mine 1 utter
kind, an affectionate and cheerful good
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