Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1891-05-07

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revelry of spiritual delight while he was
in physical agonies. 1t helped Richard
Baxter until, in the midst of such a COM
plication of diseases as perhaps no other
man ever suffered, he wrote 1.-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, eff / 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
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
slumbcr the cOvcrlct Of green grass and
daisies You have said: "Oh, how
beautifully quiet it must be in the tomb.
/ wish ! was there" / see all around
about me WidoWhood and orphanagc and
childlessneSs: sadness, disappointment,
perplcXity. If | could ask all those to
rise in this audience who have felt no
sorrow and been buffctcd by no diSap-
pointmcnt--if / 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 overSecr of the poor got
her body and put it in Il box, and put it
in a wagon, and started down the street
toward the cemetery at full trot. The
little child-thc only child--ran after it
through the streets, bare headed, crying
Bring me back my mother! bring me
back my mothcr.' 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 carth-it is
said the whole village was in tears. And
that is Whata great many of you are do
ing-chasng the dead. Dear Lord, is
there no appeascmcnt 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 touches Of your sick and
across the graves OF your dead l fling
this shower of sweet spices. Queen
Balkis, driving up to the pilared portico
of the house of cedar, carried no such
pungcnCy OF perfume as eXhales to-day
from the Lords garden. tits sweetness.
1t is comfort. 1t is infinite satisfaction,
this Gospel l 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 socretcd 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.
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 arc 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 yon come and get it?
cannot tell you what the Lord offers you
hereafter so well as l can tell you now.
SIT 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 carnclian from Bagdad, and tnr-
quoise from Thibet and jasper from the
and amethyst from Persia, and
all manner Of precious stones. trav-
eler saws that it seems to him like the shin
ing of an enchanted castle OF Furnished
silver The walls are two hundred and
forty-ive 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
standing below with flutes and drums
and harps are testing that echo, and the
sounds from below strike up, and then
come uOWll> dS bL "''t- Cht 'oi'Co w
angels all around about the building.
There is around it garden of tamarind
and banYan and palm and all the floral
glories of the ransackcd earth.
But that is only tomb Of Il dead en-
press, and it is tame compared with the
grandeurs which God has bLided for
your living and immortal spirit Oh,
home of the blessed. Foundations of
of ,,intnryi ('anSfpnnS nf
praise. And dome in which there are
echoing and reechoing the hallclujahs of
the ages. And around about that man
sion is a garden-the garden of God-and
all the springing fountains are the bot
tied tears of the church in the wilder
ness, and all the crimson iof flowers is
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