Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-09-04

3AAFfhe grace g zoo. sAav es
man here has 800 acres Of spiritual 10y all
ripe Why do you not go and reap It'll You
| have been groaning over your infirmities
| for thirty years. Now give one round
4 shout over your emancipation. You say
you have it SO hard; you might have 1t
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 grind
stone on which you are to sharpen your
SICKLE To the fieldsl Wake upl Take on
! your green spectacles, your blue spectacles,
your black spectacles. Pull up the corners
Of your mouth as far as you pull them down
To the fields! Reap! reap!
Again, l remark, in grace as in farming
there is time for threshing. I tell you
bluntly that ia death. Just as farmer
beats the wheat out Of the straw, so death
beats the soul out of the body. Every sick
| ness is a stroke of the fail, and the sick-bed
is the threshing floor. What, say you, is
death to 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 re-
| ceived the message to leave this world. He
babe 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
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 r'se
His voice has already mingled In the dox-
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sing in church. Anything CHASTITY in that
No. The threshing OF the wheat out OF the
straw. That is all.
The Savior folds lamb in His bosom.
The little child filed 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 plucked four-o' clocks
out Of the meadow is still! 1t will wave
the eternal. 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 red rose i'll the
other hand, and wreath Of orange BIOS
SONS on the brow; the white flower for
the victory, the red flower for the Savior's
sacrifice, the orange blossoms for her mar
riage day. Anything CHASTITY about that
Oh, no. The sun went down and the flower
shut. The wheat threshed out Of the straw.
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, said: "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 blowing, Of the sowing,
Of the narrowing, of the reaping, of the
threshing. l must now speak moment OF
the garnering.
Where is the garner' Need I tell you9
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 many year What hard time some
of them had! In Gethsemanes of suffer-
ing, 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
tongues of burning agony they cried: 20
Lord, deliver my SOUL" But they
got over it, They all got over
, it. Garneredl Their tears wiped
!, away; their battles all ended; their
burdens lifted. Garnered! 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 surnoudted the wagon,
, and these sheaves were piled higher and
, higher, and after while the horses
! started for the barn; aad 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, II
D seemed as If the load would 60 no farther,
= until the workmen gave great shout, and
: then with one last tremendous strain, the
? horses pulled in the load; then they were
{ embarrassed, and forlsful after forkful Of
E grain fell into the NOW. o my friends,
. our getting into heaven may be pull, hare
4 pull, very hard pull; but these shcaves
4 vest has promised it. see the
Q load at last coming in the dool
Of the heavenly garner. The sheaves O
a the Christian soul sway to and fro in thu
wind Of death, and the old body creak
' under the load, and as the load strikes tn
: floor Of the celestial garner, It seems as
: it can go NO farther. 1t Is the last strua
= gle, until the voices Of angels and tn
. voices Of our departed Kindred and tn
t welcoming voice of God shall send tn
n harvest rolling into the eternal triumph
|, while llup and down tho sky the cry
/ heard: 'sHarvest homei Harvest homei'
y Wood That Sinks In Water.
h There are 413 species of trees fouu,
r. within the limits Of the United State
and territories. sixteen of which, whe,
a perfectly seasoned. will sink in water
IS Tho heaviest of these is the black iron
g wood (Condalia ferrea). found only Il
d southern Florida, which is more tina,
q so per cent heavier than water. o
q the other fifteen the best known is tn,
= lignum Wits (Guaiacum sanctum)
y and the maugrove (rhizophora man
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