Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1890-01-10

chargers, and the crash OF the walls and the
grooming OF the dying armies, Is the song
that unrOElS this moment from the sky,
sweet as though ell the bells of heaven
rung a jubilee: Peace on earth. good VIII
toward men, On, when will the day come
God hasten it,-wheu the swords shall be
turned into plowshaIes, and the fortresses
shall be renOdeled into churches, and the
men of blood battling for renown shall be-
come good soldiers of Jesus Christ, and the
cannon now striking down whole columns OF
death shall thunder the victories OF the
truth.
When we think Of the whole world saved
we are apt to thinl. of the few people that
now inhabit it. Only very few compared
with the populations to come. And what a
small part cultivated Do you know it has
been automatically estimated that three
fourths of Europe is yet all barreuness,
one-tkousandth part OF the entire
globe is uncultivated? This is all
to be cultivated all inhabited and
all gospehzed. Oh, what tears Of
repentance when nations begin to weep! Oh,
what applications when continents begin to
pray! Oh, what rejoicing when hemispheres
begin to sing Churches will worship on the
places where this very hour smokes the blood
of human sacrifice, and wandering through
the snake infested jungles of Africa Christ's
heel will bruise the serpent's head. Oh, when
the trumpet of salvation shall be sounded
everywhere and the nations are re-
deemed, a light will fall upon
every .own brighter than That which
fell upon Bethlehem and more Overwhelm-
ing than the song that fell on the pasture
fields where the flocks fed, there will be a
song louder than the voice of the torn
lifted oceans, GLORY to God III the hig hest
and from all nations and kindred and people
and tongues will como the response, And
on earth peace, good will toward men" On
this Christmas Eve bring you good tidings
OF great JOY. Pardon Tor all SIN comfort
for all trouble and life for the dead. Shall
now take this Christ into our
hearts? The time is passing. This is the
closing of the year. How the time speeds by.
Put your hand on your heart-onc two,
three. Three times less it will beat. Life is
passing like gaZelleS over the plain. Sorrows
hover like petrels over the sea. Death swOops
like vulture from the mountains: Misery
rolls up to our ears like waves. Heavenly
songs fall to us like stars
| wish you a merry Christmas not with
worldly dissipations but merry with Gospel
gladness, merry with pardoned sin, merry
with hope of reunion in the skies with all
your loved ones who have preceded you. In
that grandest and best sense a merry
Christmas.
And God grant that in our final moment
wei may have as bright vision as did the
dying girl when she said: 'MOther'-point-
ing with her thin white hand through the
Mother, what is that beautiful
land out yonder beyond the mountains, the
high mountains" "Oh," said the mother,
my darling, there are no mountains within
sight Of our home" ooh. yes" she said,
don't you see them-that beautiful land be-
yond the mountains out there, just beyond
the high mountainsY
The mother looked down into the face Of
her dying child and said: My dear, think
that must be heaven that you see." ''Wel,
them" she said, "father, you come, and with
your strong arms carry me over those mount
aims into that beautiful land beyond the high
mountains" NO" said the weeping father,
my darling, can't go with you" ''Wen, "
she said, clapping her hands, never mind,
never mind; see yonder a shining one COM
ing. He is coming now, in His strong arms
to carry me over the mountains to the beau
tiful land-over the mountains over the high