The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1891-08-13

W. ho'O W Oiulu Iile mountain, we nave
to storm the castle; but blessed be God
the day OF rest and reward will come.
On the tip top OF the captured battle
ments W, will shout the victory; if not in
this world, then in that world where
there Is no gall to drink, no burden to
carry, no battles to fight. How do 1
know ip Know it! l know it because
God says 30: ''They shall hunger no
more, neither thirst any more. neither
shall the sun light on them, nor any heat,
Tor the Lamb which is in the midst of
the throne shall lead them to living
fountains OF water, and God shall wipe
all tears from their eyes,"
1t was very hard for Noah to endure
the scotllng of the people in his day
whilo he was trying To build the ark
and was every day Iuizzed about his old
boat that would never be of any practical
use; but when the deluge came, and the
tops OF the mountains disappeared like
the backs of sea-monsters. aud the ele-
ments, lashed up in fury, clapped their
hands over a drowned world, then Noah
in the ark rejolced In his own safety and
in the safety of his family, and looked
on the wreck Of ruined earth.
Christ, bounded OF prosecutors, denied
a pi low, worse maltreated than the
thieves on either side Of the cross. human
hate smacking Its lips in satisfaction aft
er it had been draining his last drop of
blood, the sheeted dead Bursting from
!he sephulchres at his crucilixion. Tell
me, o Gethsemaae and Golgotha! were
there ever darker times than those? Like
the booming Of the midnight sea against
the rock, the surges of Christ's anguish
beat against the gates Of eternity, to be
echoed back by all thrones ofheaven and
all the dungeons of hell. But the day 0
reward comes for Christ: all the pomp
and dominion Of this world are to be
hung on his throne, uncrowned heads
are TO bow before him on whose head
are many crowns. and all the celestial
worship is to come up 1T his feet, like
the hummng Of the forest, like the
rushing OF the waters, like the thunder
ing of the seas, while all heaven, rising
on their thrones, beat time with their
sceptres: "Hallelujah, Hallelujah, the
kingdoms OF this world have become the
Kingdoms of our Lord Jesus Christ.
That song Of love, low and far,
Ere long shall swell from star to star;
That light, the breaking day which tips
The golden.spired apocalypse
1t seemed to be Of no Importance ha
,Jubal invented rude instrument of
music, calling them harp and organ; but
they were the introduction of all the
worlds minstrclsy; and as YOU hear the
vibration of a strlnged instrument, even
| after the fingers have been taken away
| from it., 80 all music now Of lutte aud
drum and cornet is only the long.con-
| Of nf Ttfl, D, I,,l> -
organ. 1t seemed to be matter Of very
little Importance hat Tubul Cain learned
the uses Of copper and iron; but that.rudC
foundry of ancient days has its echo
in the rattle OF Birmingham machinery
Mcrrimac.
Again, see in my subject an ilustra
tlon Of the beauty Of female industry
Behold Ruth toiling III the harvest-fielG
under the hot sun, or at noon taking
| plain bread with the reapers, Oh eating
the parchcd corn which Boaz handed to
her. The customs Of society, of course,
have changed, and without the hardships
AMI exposure to which Ruth was sub.
jected, every intelligent woman will find
something to do. | know there is a
sickly sentimentalitv on this subject. In
some families there are persons Of n,
practical service to the household or
community, and though there arc so
many woes all around about them IN the
world, they spend their time langui,hlng
over a new pattern. or bursting into
tears at midnight over the story ofsome
lover who shot himself! They would
not deign to look at Ruth carrying back
the barley on her way home to her
mother.in-la Naomi. All this fastdi-
BUSINESS may seem TO do very well while
| they are under the shelter of their
| fathers house,; but when the sharp win
| ter OF misfortune comes, what of these
butterflies? Persons under indulgeut
parentage may get upon themselves
habits of Incidence; but when they come
out into practical lite their soul will
rec0ii with disgust and chagrin. They
will feel in their hearts what the poet
so severely satir,zed when he said:
Folks are so awkward, things so impolite,
They're elegantly panied from morn till
night.
Through that gate of indo.ence how
many men and women have marched,
useless on earth, to q destroyed eternity!
SplnOla said to Sir Horace We're: "Oi
what did your brother die?" "Of having
not ing to do" was the answer. "Ah!'
said Spinola, "that's enough to kill any
general of us." Oh! can it be possible in
this world, where there is so much suffer-
ing to be alleviated, SO much darkness to
be enlightened. and 80 many burdens to
he carried, that there is any person who
cannot find anything to do?
| NADIA lie de Stael did world ofwOrk
in her time; and one day, while she was
seated amid in itruments Of music, all OF
which she had mastered, and amid man.
uscript books which she had written,
some one said to her: "IIow do you
find time to attend to all these things?'
"Oh!" she replied, 18th sse are not the
things l am proud of. M, chef boast
is IN the fact that L have seventeen
trades, by anyone ofwhich could make a
| livelihood if necessarily And If in sec
ular spheres there is SO much TO be done,
| in spiritual work how vast the field!
How many dying all around about us
without one word of comfort! We want
more Abigails, more Hannahs, more
Rebcccas, more Mary's more Dcborahs