Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1891-05-04

OF preference, it is matter of religious
duty. Oh, for fifty times more volume of
sound, German chorals In German ca
thedrals surpass us, and yet Germany has
received nothing at the hands of God com
pared with America; and ought the
acclaim i'm Berlin be louder than that in
Brooklyn? Soft, long drawn out music is
appropriate for the drawing room and ap-
propriate for the concert, but ST. John
gives an idea Of the sonOrous and resonant
congregational singing appropriate for
churches when, in listening to the temple
service Of heaven, he says; II heard great
voice, MS the voice of great multitude, and
as the voice of many waters, and as the
voice of mighty thunderings, Hallelujah,
for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth."
Now, | want to impress this audience
with the fact that religion is sweetness and
perfume and spikenard and saffron and
cinnamon and cassia and frankincense,
and all sweet spices together, "Oh," you
say, II have not looked at it as such. /
thought it was a nuisance; it had for me
repulslon held my breath as though it
were malodor; have been appalled, at it's
advance; have said, If have any religion
at all, want to have just as little of it as
is possible to get through with" Oh, what
mistake you have made, my brother. The
religion of Christ is present and everlast-
ing redolence, IL counteracts all trouble.
just put it on the stand beside the pillow
of sickness 1t catches in the curtains and
perfumes the sitting air. 1t sweetens the
cup of bitter medicine, and throws glow
on the gloom of the turned lattice. 1t is
balm for the aching side, and soft ban
dage for the temnle stung with min.
ALL HAVE HAD SORROW.
Why did you look so sad today when
you came in? Alas for the loneliness and
the heartbreak, and the load that is never
lifted from your soul, Some of you go
about feeling like Macaulay when he wrote,
eff l had another month of such days as
have been spending, would be impa-
tient to get down into my little narrow
crib in the ground like a 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 wished you could pull over
you in your last slumber the coverlet of
green grass and daisies. You have said:
ooh, how beautifully quiet it must be in
the tomb. ! wish | was there" | see all
around about me widowhood and orphan
age and childlessness; sadness, disappoint-
ment, perpleXity If could ask all those
to rise in this audience who have felt no
sorrow and been buffeted by no disap-
pointment-if | 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 overseer of the poor got her body and
put it i'm a box, and put it in a wagon, and
started down the street toward the GENE
terry at full trot. The little child-the only
chid-ran after it through the streets,
bare headed, crying Bring me back my
motherl bring me back my mother!" And |
it was said that as the people looked on
and saw her crying after that which lay in |
the box in the wagon-all she loved on
is said the whole village was in |
tears. And that is what a great many of |
you are doing-chasing the dead. Dear
Lord is there noappeasementf for all this sor- |
row that see about me? Yes, the thought |
Of resurrection and reunion far beyond |
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 liv- |
ing fountains of water, and God shall wipe |
away all tears from their eyes"
Across the couches of your sick and |
across the graves of your dead fling this |
shower Of sweet spices. Queen Balkis, |
driving up to the pillared portico of the
house Of cedar, carried no such pungency
If perfume as eXhales today from the
Lords garden 1t is peace. 1t is sweet
less 1t is comfort. 1t IS Infinite satisfaC-
Jon, this Gospel commend to you. Some
)ne could not understand why an old Ger
nan Christian scholar used to be always so
aim and happy and hopeful when he
lad 50 many trials and sicllnesses and all
nents. A man secreted himself in the
house. He said, Il mean to watch this old
scholar and Christian;" and he saw the old
Christian man 70 to his room and sit down
III tho chair beside the stand and open the
5ible and begin to read. He read on and
IN, chapter after chapter, hour after hour,
until his face was all aglow with the It'd
ngs from heaven, and when the clock
struck twelve he arose and shut his Bible,
ina sad: blessed LORD, we are on Une
anne old terms vet. Good night. Good
hight"
Oh, you sin parched and you troubh
pounded, here is comfort, here is satisfac-
ion. Will you come and get it? i cannot
ell you what the Lord offers you hereafter
70 well as | can tell you now. ut doth not
ret appear what we shall be-" Have you
cad of the Tai Mahal in India, in some
the most majestic building on
,arth? Twentythousand men were twenty
ears in building it. 1t cost about sixteen
Millions of dollars The walls are of mar.
Die, iulaid with carnelian from Bagdad,
md turquois from Thibet, and jasper
rom the Puniaub and amethyst from