The Brookhaven leader., 1891-06-18

oemned 10 Dc Deheadcd, unfaStened his
collar on the way te the scaffold; and
when they asked him why he did that
he said: $50 they will not be detained
In their work; ! want to be ready"
Oh, how little we have to endure com.
pared with those who have gone before
us.
Now, II you have come across i'll.
treatment, let me tell you you are in
excellent company-Christ, and Luther,
and Calico, and Columbus, and John
Jay, and Josiah Quincy. and thousands
of men and women, the best spirits OF
earth and Heaven. Bulge not one inch,
though all hell wreak upon you its ven,
geance, and you be made target for
devils to shoot at. Do you not think
Christ knows all about persecution?
Was He not hissed at? Was He not
sued all the days of His life? Did they
not expectorate upon Him? Or, to put
it into Bible language: "They spit upon
Him." And can not He understand
what persecution is? "Cast thy burden
upon the Lord and He shall sustain
thee"
3. There are others who carry gceat
burdens of physical ailments. When
sudden sickness has copse, and fierce
choleras and malignant levers take tho
castle of life by storm we appeal to
God; but in these CHI mic ailments
which wear out the strength day after
day and week after week, and year
after year, how little resorting to God
for solace! Then people depend upon
their tonics and their plasters and their
cordials rather than upon heavenly
stimulants. Oh, how few people there
are comparatively we'll! Some of you,
by dint of perseverance and care, have
kept living to this time; but how you
have had to war against physical all
ments! Antediluvians, without medical
college and infirmary and apothecary
shop, multiplied their years by hun
dreds, but he who has gone through
the gauntlet of disease in our time,
and has come to seventy years of age,
is hero worthy of palm.
The world seems to be great hospi-
tai, and you run against rheumatisms
and consumptions and scrofulas and
neuralgias and scores of old diseases
baptized by new nomenclature. Oh,
how heavy a burden sickness is! 1t
takes the color out of the sky and the
sparkle out of the wave and the sweet
ness out of the fruit and the luster out
of the night. When the limbs ache,
when the respiration is painful, when
the mouth is hot, when the ear roars with
unhealthy distractions, how hard it is
to be patient and cheerful and assiduousi
'Cast thy burden upon the Lord" Does
your head ache? His wore the thorn.
Do your feet hurt? His were crushed
of the spikes. Is your side painful?
His was struck by the spear. Do you
feel like giving way under the burden?
His weakness gave way under a cross.
While you in every possible way try to
restore your physical vigor, you are to
remember that more soothing than
any anodyne, and more vitalizing
than any stimulant, and more strength
ening than any tonic is the prescrip.
tion of the text: Cast thy burden
upon the Lord, and He shall sustain
thee" We hear great deal of talk
now about faith cure, and some people
say it can not be done and it is a fail
ure. / do not know but that the
chief advance of the church is to be in
that direction. Marvellous things come
to me day by day which make me think
that if the age of miracles is past, it is
because the faith of miracles is past
Another burden some have to carry
is the burden of bereavement. All!
these are the troubles that wear us out.
If we lose our property, by additional
industry, perhaps, we may bring back
the estranged fortune; if we lose our
good name, perhaps by reformation Of
morals we may achieve again reputa-
ton for integrity; but who will bring
hack the dear departed? Alas, me! for
these empty cradles and these trunks of
toys that will never be used
again. Alas, me! for the empty chair
and the silence in the halls that
will never echo again to these familiar
footsteps. Alas! for the cry of widow
hood and orphanage. What bitter
Marahs in the wilderness, what cities
of the dead: what long, black shadow
from the wing of death; what eyes
sunken with grief; what hand tremu-
lous with bereavement. what instru-
merts of music shut now because there
are no fingers to play them! Aye, let
the soul ride into the har Dor of my text.
The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for re-
pose,
Twill not, will not desert to It's foes;
That soul, though all hell shall endeavor
to shake,
I'll never, no never, no never forsake.
Then there are many who carry the
burden of sin. All, we all carry it until
in the appointed way that burden is
lifted. We need no Bible to prove that
the whole race is ruined. What spec
tacle it would be if we could tear off
the mask of human defilement, or beat
a drum that would bring up the whole
army of the worlds transgressions-the
deception. the fraud, and the rapine, and
the murder, and the crime of all the CEN
turies. Ay. if could sound the trum-
pet of resurrection in the soul of the
best men in this audience, and all the
dead sins of the past should come up
we could not endure the sight. Sin.
grim and dire, has put its clutch upon
the immortal soul, and that clutch will
never relax unless it be under the heel
Of Him who came to destroy the works
Of the devil.
Oh, to have a mountain of sin on the
soul! Is there no way to have the bur-
den moved? Oh, yes Cast thy bur
den upon the Lord" The Sinless Ono
came to take the consequences of our
sini And know He is in earnest How
do know it? 4 By the streaming tenn