News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1891-08-13

| went into the hall | saw it's floor was
tessellated, and its wall was picture
gallery. | found his death chamber
adorned with tapestry until it seemed
rs if the clouds of the setting sun had
settled in the room. The man had
given forty years to the world-his wit,
his time, his genius, his talent, his soul.
Did the world come in to stand by his
deathbed, and clearing off the walls OF
bitter medicine, put down any COM
pensation2 Oh, mol The world does
not like sick and dying people, and
leaves them in the lurch. 1t ruined
this man, and then left him. He had a
magnificent funeral All the ministers
wore scarfs, and there were forty three
carriages in a row; but the departed
man appreciated not the obsequies.
A VERY POOR INVESTMENT.
want to persuade my audience that
this world is a poor investment; that it
does not pay ninety per cent. of salts
faction, nor eighty per cent, nor TWEEN
ty per cent, nor two per cent, nor
one; that it gives no solace when a
dead babe lies on your lap; that it
| gives no peace when conscience rings
its alarm; that it gives no explanation
in the day of dire trouble, and at the
time of your decease it takes hold of
| the pillow case and shakes out the
feathers, and then jolts down in the
place thereof signs and groans and ex-
| ecrations, and then makes you put
your head on it.
Oh, We who have tried this world, is
it satisfactory portion2 Would you
advise your friends to make the invest
1 ment2 No. Eye have sold yourselves
for naught." Your conscience went.
Your hope went. Your Bible went.
Your heaven went. Your God went.
When sheriff under writ from the
court sells man out, the officer gen.
| orally leaves a few chairs and bed,
| and few cups and knives; but in this
awful vendue in which you have Lcun
engaged the auctioneer's mallet has
come down upon body, mind and soul.
Goingl Gonel Eye have sold your
| selves for naught."
How could you do so2 Did you think
| that your soul was mere trinket which
for few pennies you could buy in
toy shop2 Did you think that your
soul, if once lost, might be found again
if you went out with torches and Ian
terns2 Did you think that your soul
was short lived, and that, painting, it
would soon lie down for extinction2 Or
had you no idea what your soul was
worth2 Did you ever put your fore
fingers on its eternal pulses2 Have you
ever felt the culver of it's peerless wing2
Have yoa not known that, after leav-
ing the body, the first step of your soul
reaches to the stars, and the next step to
the farthest outposts of Gods universe,
and that it will not die until the day
when the everlasting Jehovah expires2
Oh, my brother, what possessed you
that you should part with your soul SO
cheap? I've have sold yourselves for
naught.
CARRY THE CASE TO HEAVENS HIGH
COURT
But l have some good news to tell
you. l want to engage in litigation
for the recovery of that soul of yours.
l want to show that you have been
cheated out of it. want to prove, as
will, that you were crazy on that sub
ject and that the world, under such cir
cumstances, had no right to take the
title deed from you, and if you will
join me | shall get decree from the
high chancery court of heaven rein
stating you into the possession of your
soul. "Oh," you say, Il am afraid of
lawsuits; they are so expensive, and /
cannot pay the cost" Then have you
forgotten the last half OF my text2 I'VE
have sold yourself for naught; and We
shall be redeemed without money"
Money is good for a great many
things, but it cannot do anything in |
this matter of the soul. You cannot |
buy your way through Dollars and
pounds sterling mean nothing at the
gate of mercy. If you could buy your
heaven would be a great
speculation. an extension of Wall street.
Bad men would go up and buy out the
,lace, and leave US to shift for our
elves But as money is not lawful
endeE, what ISL l will answer, Blood
Whoses Are we to go through the
laughter2 Oh, no; it wants richer
blood than ours. 1t wants a kings
blood. 1t must be poured from royal
arteries. 1t must be a sinless torrent.
But where is the king2 l see great
many thrones and great many occu-
pants, yet none seem to be coming
down to the rescue. But after awhile
the clock of night in Bethlehem strikes
twelve, and the silver penduluEn of a
star swings across the sky, and see the
king of heaven rising up, and he de-
sends, and steps down from star to
star, and from cloud to cloud, lower
and lower, until he touches the sheep
covered hills, and then on to another
bill, this last skull shaped, and there,
at the sharp stroke of persecution, rill
could not be redeemed by money are
redeemed by precious and imperial
blood.
NO BLOOD, NO ACHIEVEMENT.
We have in this day professed Chris
tians who are SO rarefied and ethereal |
lied that they do not want a religion
of blood. What do you want2 You
seem to want a religion of brains. The
Bible says, ''In the blood is the life"
No atonement without blood. Ought |
not the apostle to know2 What did he |
sayl eye are redeemed not with cor
ruptible things, such as silver and gold,
but by the precious blood of Christ"
You put your lancet into the arm of
our holy religion and withdraw the
blood, and you leave it a mere corpse,
lit only for the grave. Why did God
command the priests of old to strike
the knife into the kid, and the goat,
and the pigeon. and the bullock, and
the lamb2 1t was SO that when the
blood rushed out from these animals
on the floor of the ancient tabernacle
the people should be compelled to
think of the coming carnage of the Son
of God. No blood, no atonement.
think that God intended to impress
us with vividness of that color. The
green of the grass, the blue of the sky,
would not have startled and aroused us
like this deep crimson. 1t is as if God
had said: Now, sinner, wake up and
see what the Saviour endured for you.
This is not water. This is not wine. 1t
Is blood. 1t is the blood of my own Son.
1t is the blood of the Immaculate. 1t is
the blood of God" Without the she'd
ling of blood is no remission. There
has haan nanv n man 1vhn in oo,,r+C Of |