Connecticut western news., 1891-05-06


 matism, and for neuralgia, and for low spirits, and for consumption. It is the catholic,n for all disorders. Yes, it will heal all your sorrows.
 Why did you look so sad today when you came in2 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, ''If had another month of such days as have been spending, would be impatient 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 GOV erlet of green grass and daisies You have said: "Oh, how beautifully quiet it must be in the tomb. wish I was there." I see all around about me widowhood and orphanage and child lessness, sadness, disappointment, per plexity If I 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 rises Not one. r, SOME ILLUSTRATIONS. ...
 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 in box, and put it in a wagon and started down the street toward the cemetery at full trot. The little child-the only child ran after it through the streets, bare headed, crying: Bring me back my mother! Bring me back my motherl" 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 earth-it is said the whole village was in tears. And that is what great many of you are doing chasing the dead. Dear Lord, is there no appeasement for all this sorrow 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 living 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 DOT tico of the house of cedar, carried no such pungency of perfume as exhales today from the Lords garden. It is peace It is sweetness. It is comfort. It is infinite satisfaction, this gospel commend to you. Some one could not understand why on old German Chris tian scholar used to be always so calm and happy and hopeful when he had SO many trials and sicknesses and ail- ments A man secreted himself in the house. He said II mean to watch this old scholar and Christian;" and he saw the old Christian man go to his room and sit down on the chair beside the stand and open the Bible and begin to read. He read on and on, chapter after chapter, hour after hour, until his face was all aglow with the tidings from heaven, and when the clock struck twelve he arose and shut his Bible and said: "Blessed Lord, we are on the same old terms yet. Good night, good night" .... -.. ..-.....
 Oh, you sin parched and you trouble pounded, here is comfort, here is satis- faction. Will you come and get it2 l cannot tell you what the Lord offers you hereafter so well as I can tell you now. 'It doth not yet appear what we shall be-" Have you read of the Tai Mahal in India, in some respects the most majestic building on earth9 Twenty thousand men were twenty years in building it. It cost about six teen millions of dollars. The walls are of marble, inlaid with carnelian from Bagdad, and turquois from Thibet, and jasper from the Punjaub, and am ethyst from Persia, and all manner of precious stones. A traveller says that it seems to him like the shining of an enchanted castle of burnished silver. The walls are two hundred and forty i've feet high, and from the top of these spring dome thirty more feet high, that dome containing the most wonder full echo the world has ever known; so that ever and anon travellers standing below with flutes and drums and harpe are testing that echo and the sounds from below strike up and then come down as it were the voices of angels all around about the building. There is around it garden of tamarind and banyan and palm and all the floral glories of the ransacked earth.
 But that is only a tomb of a dead empress and it is tame compared with the grandeurs which God has builded for your living and immortal spirit. Oh, home of the blessed! Foundations of gold Arches of victory! Capstones of praise And a dome in which there are echoing and re-echoing the halle lujahs of the ages. And around about that mansion is garden-the garden of God-and all the springing fount- aims are the bottled tears of the church in the wilderness, and all the crimson of the flowers is the deep hue that was caught up from the carnage of earthly martyrdoms, and the fragrance is the prayer of all the saints, and the aroma puts into utter forgetfulness the cassia, and the spikenard, and the franklin cense, and the world renowned spices which the Queen Balkis of Abyssinia, flung at the feet of King Solomon.
 When shall these eyes thy heaven built walls
 And pearly gates behold,