Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1891-05-14

ing like Macaulay when he wrote: eff I had
another month of such days as have been
spending, | would be impatient to get down
into my little narrow crib in the ground like
weary factory child" And there have
been times in your life when you wished you
could get out OF this life. You have said
''Oh, how sweet to my lips would be the dust
of the valley" and wish you could pull over
you in your last sumber the coverlet of
green grass and daisies. You have said:
"Oh, how beautifully quiet it must be in the
tomb. ! wish was there" l see all around
about me widowhood and orphanage and
childlessness; sadness, disappointment per-
plexity. Ii | could ask all those to rise in
this audience who have felt no sorrow and
been buffeted by no disappointment--if 1
could ask all such to rise, how many would
rise? Not one
A widowed mother with her little child
went West hoping to get better wages there,
and she was taken sick and died. The over
seer of the poor got her body and put it in
box, and put it in wagon, and started down
the street toward the cemetery at full trot
The little child-the only child-ran after it
through the streets, bareheaded. crying,
Bring ME back my mother bring me back
my motherw And it was said that as the
people looked on aud saw her crying after
that which lay in the box in The wagon-all
she loved on earth-it is said the whole vii
lage was in tears. And that is what great
many of you are doing-chasing the dead.
Dear Lord, Is there no appeasement for all
this sorrow that see about me? Yes, the
thought of resurrection and reunion far be-
You'd this scene of struggle and tears. They
shall hunger no more, neither thirst any
more, neither shall the sun light on them,
nor any heat; for the Lamb which is in the
midst of the throne shall lead them to living
fountains of water, and God shall wipe away
all tears from their eyes"
Across the touches of your sick and across
the graves of your dead l fling this shower
of sweet spices. Queen Balkts, driving up
to the pillared portico of the house of CEDAR
carried no such pungency of perfume as ex-
hales to-day from the Lords garden. 1t is
peace. 1t is sweetness. 1t is comfort tits
infinite satisfaction, this Gospel commend
to you. Some one could not understand why
an old German Christian scholar used to be
always calm and happy and hopeful when
he had 50 many trials and sicknesseS and
ailments. man secreted himself in the
house. He said, II mean to watca this old
scholar and Christian;" and he saw the old
Christian man go to his room and sit down
on the chair beside the stand and open the
Bible and begin to read. He read on and
on, chapter after chapter, hour after hour,
until his face was ali aglow with the It'd
ings from heaven, and when the clock
struck twelve he arose and shut his Bible,
and said Blessed Lord, we are on the
same old terms yet. Good night. Good
night"
Oh, you sin parched and you trouble
pounded, here is comfort, here is satisfaction.
Will you come and get it? L cannot tell you
what the Lord offers you hereafter so well
as can tell you now st doth not yet APP
pear whatwe shall be-" Have you read or
the Tai Mahal in India, in some respects the
most majestic building on earth? Twenty
thousand men were twenty years in building
it. 1t cost about sixteen millions OF dollars.
The walls are of marble, inlaid with carne-
liam from Bagdad, and turquois from Thibet.
Through obduracy on our part, and
through the rejection of that Christ who
makes heaven possible, wonder if any Of us
will miss that spectacle? fear fearl
The queen of the south will rise up in judg-
ment against this generation and condemn
it, because she came from the uttermost
parts of the earth to hear the wisdom of Sol
onion, and behold, greater than Solomon
is here! May God grant that through your
own practical experience you may find that
religions ways are ways of pleasantness. and
is perfume now and perfume forever. And
there was an abundance of spice; neither
was there any such spice as the Queen of
Sheba gave to King Solomon"
and jasper from the Punjaub, and amethyst
from Persia, and all manner of precious
stones. A traveller says that it seems to him
like the shining of an enchanted castle of
FURNISHED silver. The walls are two hun
bred and forty-tive feet high, and from the
top of these springs dome thirty more feet
high, that dome containing the most won
derful echo the world has ever known, so that
ever and anon travellers standing below with
flutes and drums and harps are testing that
echo, and the sounds from below strike up,
and then come down, as it were, the voices
of angels all around about the building.
There is around it a garden of tamarind and
banyau and palm and all the floral glories of
the ransacked earth.
But that is only tomb of dead empress,
and it is tame compared with the grandeurs
which God has builded for your living and
immortal spirit. Oh, home of the blessedi
Foundations of goldl Arches of victoryl
Capstones of praise! And a dome in which
there are echoing and re-echoing the hailelu-
iahs of the ages And around about that
mansion is garden-the garden OF God
and all the springing fountains are the bot
tied tears of the church in the wilderness,
and all the crimson of flowers is the deep hue
that was caught up from the carnage Of
earthly martyrdoms and the fragrance is
the PRAYER of all the saints and the aroma
nuts into utter forgetfulness the cassia, and
the spikenard, and the frankincense, and the
world renowned spices which the Queen
Balkis, of Abyssinia, flung at the feet Of
King Solomon
When shall these eyes thy heaven built walls
And pearly gates behold.
Thy buwarks with salvation strong
And streets of shining gold9