News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1891-07-09

mented by the fact that they could not
cry at the right time. Said maniac in
one of our public institutions, under a
Gospel sermon that started the tears
''Do you see that tear? That is the first
1 have wept for twelve years. think it
will help my brain"
J There are a great many in the grave
who could not stand any longer under
the glacier of trouble. If that glacier
had only melted into weeping they
could have endured it. There have
been times in your life when you would
have given the world, if you had pos
sessed it, for one tear You could
shrek, you could blaspheme, but you
could not cry. Have you never seen a
man holding the hand of dead wife,
who had been all the world to him?
The temples livid with excitement, the
eye dry and frantic, no moisture on the
upper or lower lid. You saw there were
bolts of anger in the cloud but no rain.
To your Christian comfort he said,
| Don't talk me about God; there is no
| God; or if there is | hate him; don't
talk to me about God; would he have
left me and these motherless children|
| But few hours or days after, coming
across some lead pencil that she owned
in life, or some letters which she wrote
| when he was away from home, with an
cutlery that appals there bursts the
fountain of tears, and as the sunlight
! of Gods consolation strikes that foun-
tain of tears you find out that it is a
+ tender hearted, merciful, pitiful and
all compassionate God who was the
father of that rain.
"Oh," you say, tits absurd to think
that God is going to watch over tears"
No, my friends. There are three or
four kinds of them that God counts,
bottles and eternizes First, there are
all parental tears, and there are more of
these than of any other kind, because
the most of the race die in infancy, and
that keeps parents mourning all around
the world. They never get over it.
They may live to shout and sing after
ward, but there is always a corridor in
The soul that is silent, though 1t once
reSOunded.
My parents never mentioned the
death of child who died fifty years
before without q tremor in the voice
and a sigh, oh! how deep fetched. 1t
was better she should die; it was
a mercy she should die. She would
have been a lifelong invalid. But you
cannot argue away parents grief.
How often you hear the moan, "Ohl
my child, my chiId!" Then there are
the filial tears
OUR GRIEF FOR THE DEAD.
Little children soon get over the loss |
of parents. They are easily diverted |
with a new toy. But where is the man |
who has come to thirty or forty or
fifty years of age who can think of the
old people without having all the foun- |
tains of his soul stirred up? You may |
have had to take care of her good |
many years, but you never can forget |
how she used to take care of you.
There have been many sea captains |
in our church, and the pc |
culiarity of them was that they were
nearly all prayed ashore by their mo-
theirs, though the mothers went into |
the dust soon after they went to sea.
Have you never heard an old man in
delirium of some sickness call for his |
mother?
The fact is we get SO used to calling |
for her the first ten years of our life we |
never get over it, and when she goes
away from us it makes deep sorrow.
You sometimes, perhaps, in days of
trouble and darkness, when the world |
would say, you ought to be able to
take care of yourself" you wake up
from your dreams finding yourself |
saying, ooh, mother! motherm Have
these tears no divine origin? Why, |
take all the warm hearts that ever
beat in all lands and in all ages, and |
put them together, and their united
throb would be weak compared with
the throb of Gods eternal sympathy. |
Yes, God also is Father of all that rain |
of repentance.
Did you ever see a rain of repent
ance2 Do you know what it is that |
makes man repent? see people 60
ing around trying to repent. They
cannot repent. Do you know no man
can repent until God helps him to re-
pent2 How do 1 know2 BY this pas
sage, "Him hath God exalted to be a
prince and a Saviour to give repent
ance." Oh! it is a tremendous hour
when one wakes up and says: II am
bad man; have not sinned against the
laws of the land, but have wasted my
life. God asked me for my services
and haven't given those services. Obi
my sins, God forgive me-"
When that tear starts it thrills all |
heaven. An angel cannot keep his eye
off it, and the church of God assemblies
around, and there is a commingling of
tears, and God is the father of that
rain, the Lord, long suffering, merciful
and gracious. In q religious assem-
blage a man arose and said: 81 have
been very wicked man; broke my
mothers heart; / became an infidel;
but / have seen my evil way, and
have surrendered my heart to God.
But it is a grief l never can get over
that my parents should never have
heard of my salvation. l don't know
they are living or dead"
While yet he was standing in the audi
ence, a voice from the gallery said,
''Oh, my son, my son."
He looked up and he recognized her.
1t was his old mother. She had been
praying for him for great many years,
and when at the foot of the cross the
prodigal son and the praying mother
each other, there was rain,
q tremendous rain, of tears, and God
was the Father of those tears. Oh,
that God would break us down with a
sense of our sin, and then lift us up
with an appreciation of his mercy.
Tears over our wasted life. Tears over
d grieved spirit. Tears over an injured
father Oh, that God would move
upon this audience with a great wave
Of religious emotion.
THE GREAT KING PARDoNs.
The king of Carthage was dethroned.
His people rebelled against him. He
was driven into Punishment His wife
md children were outrageously abused. {
Years went by, and the king of Garth !
age made many friends. He gathered
Up great army. He marched again
oward Carthage. Reaching the gates
If Carthage the best men of the place
,ame out barefooted and bareheaded,
md with ropes around their necks, cry
ng for mercy. They said, 1--WE abused
Tou and we abused your family; but
We cry for mercy" The king of Garth {