The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1891-05-14

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we can, through Christ's grace, sing
fifty thousand souls into the kingdom
of Christ. An argument they can laugh
at, sermon they may talk down, but
vast audience joining in one anthem
is irresistible Would that Queen Balkis
would drive ali her spice laden drome-
diaries into our church music. Neither
was there any such spice as the queen
of Sheba gave King Solomon"
Now want to impress this audience
with the fact that religion is sweetness
and perfume, and spikenard and SAT
from and cinnamon and cassia and
frankincense and all sweet spices to-
gether "Oh," you say, II have not
looked at it as such. thought it was
a nuisance; it had for me a repulsion
l held my breath as though it We're
malodor; have been appalled, at its
advance; | have said, If have any re-
ligion at all, want to have just as lit
tie of it as is possible to get through
with" Oh, what mistake you have
made, my brother The religion of
| Christ is present and everlasting red
olence. 1t counteracts all trouble.
Just put it on the stand beside the pill
low of sickness. 1t catches in the cur
tains 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 bandage for the
temple stung with pain.
1t lifted Samuel Rutherford into a
revelry of spiritual delight while he was
in physical agollies. 1t helped Richard
Baxter until, in the midst of such a
complication of diseases as perhaps nc
| other man ever suffered, he wrote THE
/ Saints Everlasting Rest, and it poured
light upon John Bunyan's dungeon
the light of the shining gate of the
shining city-and it is good for rheu-
matism, and for neuralgia, and for low
spirits, and for consumption. 1t is the
catholicJn for all disorders. Yes, il
will heal all your sorrows.
Why did you look so sad today when
you came inl Alasl 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, IF | had another
month of such days as | have beer
spending, | would be impatient to gel
/ 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 o.
this life You have said. "Oh, how
sweet to my lips would be the dust o
the valley" and wished you could pull
over you in your last slumber the GOV
erlet Of green grass and daisies. Yor
have said: "Oh how beautifully quie
it must be in the tomb. | wish | wa.
there" | see all around about m,
widowhood and ornhanage and child
lessness. sadness, disappointment, per
plexity. If | could ask all those t,
rise in this audience who have felt NJ
sorrow, and been bu:fetod by no disap
pointment, If could ask all such t.
rise how many would risel Not one
SOME ILLUSTRATIONS.
A widowed mother with her littl,
child went west, hoping to get bette
wares there, and .he was taken sicl
and died. The overseer Of the poo
got lier body and p'it it in a box, an,
put it in a wagon and started dow
the street toward the cemetery at full
trot The little child the only chill,