Connecticut western news., 1890-05-07


 contounded and frenzied and misan- thropic. Elaborate,arguments to prove to them the truth of Christianity, or the truth of anything else, touch them nowhere. Hear me, all such men. I preach to you no rounded periods, no ornamental discourse, but put my hand on your shoulder and invite you into the peace of the gospel. Here is a rock on which you may stand firm, though the waves dash against it harder than the Atlantic, pitching its surf clear above Eddy stone lighthouse.
 Do not charge upon God all these troubles of the world AS long as the world stuck to God, God stuck to the world; but the earth seeded from his government, and hence all these out rages and all these woes. God is good. For many hundreds of years he has been coaxing the world to come back to him; but the more he has coaxed the more violent have men been in their resistance, and they have stepped back and stepped back until they have dropped into ruin.
 Try this God, ye who have had the bloodhounds after you, and who have thought that God had forgotten you. Try him, and see if he will not help Try him, and see if he will not pardon. Try him, and see if he will not save. The flowers of spring have no bloom so sweet as the towering of Christ's affections The sun hath no warmth compared with the glow of his heart. The waters have no refreshment like the fountain that will slake the thirst of thy soul At the moment the rein deer stands with his lip and nostril thrust in the cool mountain torrent the hunter may be coming through the thicket. Without cracking stick under his foot he comes close by the stag, aims his gun, draws the trigger, and the poor thing rears in its death agony and falls backward, its.antlers crashing on the rocks; but the pant ing hart that drinks from the water brooks of Gods promise shall never be fatally wounded and shall never die.
  The world is poor portion for your soul, oh business man! An eastern king had graven on his tomb two fingers, represented as sounding upon each other with a snap, and under them the motto, "All is not worth that Apicius Coelius hanged him. self because his steward informed him that he had only eighty thousand pounds sterling left All of this worlds riches make but small in- heritance for soul. Robespierre at tempted to win the applause of the world; but when he was dying wo- man came rushing through the crowd, crying to him, Murderer of my kin dred, descend to hell, covered with the curses of every mother in Francel" Many who have expected the plaudits | of the world have died under its Anath- enla Maranatha.
 Oh, find your peace in God. Make one strong pull for heaven. No half way work will oit. There sometimes comes time on shipboard when every thing must be sacrificed to save the passengers. The cargo is nothing, the rigging nothing. The captain puts the trumpet to his lips and shouts, "Cut away the mast!" Some of you have been tossed and driven, and you have in your effort to keep the world well nigh lost your soul. Until you have decided this matter let everything else go. Overheard with all those other anxieties and burdens You will have to drop the sails of your pride, and cut away the mast. With one earnest cry for help, put your cause into the hand of him who helped Paul out of the breakers of Melita, and who, | above the shrill blast of the wrathiest tempest that ever blackened the sky or shook the ocean, can hear the faint est imploration for mercy.
 shall go home today feeling that some of you, who have considered your case as hopeless, will take heart again and that, with blood red earn estness. such as you have never ex- 1 perienced before, you will start for the l good land of the Gospel-at last to look back, saying: What a risk I ran! Almost lost, but saved! Just got through, and no more! Escaped by the skin of my teeth"