The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1891-06-18

cement company Christ and Luther
ana Galileo and Columbus, and John
Jay, and Josiah Quincy, and thous-.
anus OF men and women, the best.
spirits OF earth and heaven. Bulge
not one inch, though all hell wreak up
on you It's vengeance, and you be made
g target for devils to shoot at.
Inere are others who carry great
burdens of
PHYSICAL AILMENTS.
When sudden sickness has come,
ana fierce choleras and malignant few
ers take the castles of life by storm,
we appeal to God; but in these chron-
&c ailments which wear out the strength
day after day, and week after week
ana year after year, how little resort
ing to God for solace! Then people
depend on their tonics and their plas-
ters and their cordials rather than up
on heavenly stimulants. Oh, how
lew people there are completely
we'll! Some OF you by dint Of
perseverance and care, have kept
living to this time; but how you have
nad to war against physical ailments
Antediluvians, without medical col
lege and in6rmary 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 20 years of age, is a hero
worthy of a palm.
The world seems to be great hos
pltal, and you run against rheuma-
tlsms and consumption and scrofulas
and neuralgias and scores Of old dis
eases baptized by new nomenclature.
On, how heavy burden sickness is!
1t takes the color out of the sky and
the sparkle out of the wave and the
sweetness out of the fruit and the
lustre out OF the night. We hear a
great deal Of talk now about faith
cure, and some people say it cannot
De'done and it is a failure. i do not
know but that the chief advance of the
church is to be in that direction Mar
velous things come to me day by day
winch make the think 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 loose our property, by
additional industry, perhaps, we may
bring back the estranged fortune; if
we loose our good name, perhaps by
reformation of morals we may achieve
again reputation for integrity; but who
will bring back the dear departed?
Alas: me for these empty cradles and
these trunks of childish 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
those familiar steps. Alas! for the
cry OF wldowhood 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
hands tremufous with bereavement,
what instruments of music shut now
because there are no fingers to play on
them! Is there no relieffor such souls?
Ay, let the soul ride into the harbor
ofmy text.
Then there are many who carry the
burden OF sin. All, we all carry it I'M
IL in the appointed way that burden
IS lifted. We need no Bible to prove
that the whole race is ruined. What
a spectacle it would be if we could
tear off the mask of human deflement,
or beat drum that would bring up
the whole army of the worlds trans
gressions-the deception, the fraud,
and the raplne and murder and the
crime OF all the centuries! Ay, if I
could sound the trumpet of resurrect-
Ion IN the souls 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 it's clutch upon the
immortal soul, and that clutch will
never relax unless it is under the heel
OF Him who came to destroy the
works of the devil.