Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1891-05-08

ems the cup of bitter medicine, and
! throws a glow on the gloom of the turned
lattice. 1t is a balm for the aching side,
and a soft bandage for the temple stung
with pain.
1t lifted Samuel Rutherford into o
revclry of spiritual delight while he was
in physical agonies. 1t helped Richard
Baxter until, in the midst of such COM
plication of diseases as perhaps no other
man ever suffered, he wrote s'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 rheumatism, and for
neuralgia, and for low spirits, and for
consumption; it is the catholicon for all
disorders. Yes, it will heal all your
| sorrows.
Why did you look so sad to-day when
you came in? 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, elf 1 had another month of
such days as l haNt been spending,
would be impatient to get down into my
little narrow crib in the ground like o
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 coverlet of green grass and
| daisies. You have said: ssOh, how
beautifully quiet it must be in the tomb.
l wish was there" I see all around
about me widowhood and orphanage and
childlessness; sadness, disappointment,
perplexity. If could ask ali those to
rise in this audience who have felt no
sorrow and been butfeted by no disap-
pointment-if 1 could ask all such to
rise. how many would rise? Not one.
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 a box, and put it
in 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 mother!" And it was said that
as the people looked on and saw her cry
ing 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 whata great many of you are do
ing-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. .sThey
shallihunger 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
Cod shall wipe away all tears from their
eyes,
Across the couches of your sick and
across the graves of your dead I fling
this shower of sweet spices. Queen
Balkis, driving up to the pillared portico
of the house of cedar, carried no such
pungency of perfume as exhales to-day
from the Lords garden. tits sweetness.
1t is comfort. 1t is infinite satisfaction,
this Gospel commend to you. Some
one could not understand why an old
German Christian scholar used to be al
ways so calm and happy and hopeful
when he had so many trials and sicknesses
and ailments. A man secreted himself
in the house,. He said, 81 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.
IL,
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 salts
| faction. Will you come and get it? |
cannot tell you what the Lord offers you
hereafter so well as can tell you now.
sslt 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 earth? Twenty
| thousand men were twenty years in build
ing it. 1t cost about sixteen millions of
dollars. The walls are of marble, inlaid
with carnelian from Bagdad, and tur-
quoise from Thibet, and jasper from the
Punjaub, and amethyst from Persia, and
| all manner of precious stones. A trav-
eler says that it seems to him like the shin
J ing of an enchanted castle of FURNISHED
silver. The walls are two hundred and
forty-five feet high, and from the top of
these springs dome thirty more feet
high, and that dome containing the most
wonderful echo the world has ever
known, SO that ever and anon travellers
SGduuluS uelOW Will uuGcS anu drums
and harps 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 tomb of a dead en-
press, and it is tame compared with the
grandeurs which God has bLilded 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 reechoing the hallelujahs of
the ages. And around about that man
sion is garden-the garden ofGod-and
all the springing fountains are the bot
tied tears of the church in the wilder
ness. and all the crimson of 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 spike
nard, and the frankincensc, and the
world renowned spices which the Queen
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