The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1892-01-15

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Decide, on this first Sabbath of the
year, whether or not you will have
Jesus. He will not stand forever beg
cling for your love. With some here His
pleas ends right speedily. This year
thou shalt die"
This great salvation of the Gospel
now offer to every man. woman ard
child. You can not buy it. You can
not earn it. A Scotch writer says that
a poor womalS one cold winters day.
looked through the window of kings
conservatory and saw bunch Of
grapes hanging against the glass. She
said: ''Oh, if / only had that bunch of
grapes for my sick child at homer" At
her spinning-wheel she earned q few
shillings and went to bny the grapes.
The kings gardener thrust her out
very roughly and said he had no
grapes to sell. She went off and sold
blanket. and got some more shillings
and came back and tried TO buy the
grapes But the gardener roughly as.
saulted her and told her TO be off. The
kings daughter was walking in the
garden at the time, and she heard the
excitement. and, seeing the poor wom-
an, said to her: my father is not
merchant, to sell, but he is a king, and
gives" Then she reach up and plucked
the grapes, and dropped them into the
poor woman's apron. So, Christ is
| king, and all the fruits of His pardon
He freely gives They may not be
! bought. Without money and without
price. take this sweet cluster from the
| vineyards of God.
] am coming so the close of my ser.
mon. / sought for a text appropriate
for the occasion. j thought of taking
one in Job: MY days fly as weav-
er's shuttle;' of text in the Pslams:
$50 teach us to number our days that
we may apply our hearts unto wis
DOM" of the prayer of the vine dresser:
Lord. let it alone this year also;' but
pressed upon my attention. first of all,
and last of all, and above all, were the
words: This year thou shalt die"
know not what our last words may
be. Lord Chesterfield prided himself
on his politeness, and said, in his last
moment: ''Give Dayrolles a chair%
DIR. Adam, dying schoolmaster, said;
at grows dark The boys may dis.
miss" Lord Tenterden, supposing him.
self on the bench in a court room, said.
in his last moment: Gentlemen of the
jury, you will now consider your ver-
dict" A dying play-actor said: drop
the curtain. The farce is played out. :"
! would rather have, for my dying
words, those of one greater than Ches-
terfield, or DIR. Adams. or Lord Tenter.
den: 81 am now ready to be offered.
and the time of my departure is AZ
hand / have fought good fight,
have finished my course, have kept
the faith; henceforth there is laid up
for me crown of righteousness, which
the Lord the righteous Judge, shall
give me-"
The sooner the last hour comes the
better if we are fitted for entrance in
the celestial world. There is no clock
in Heaven, because it is an everlasting
day, yet they keep an account of the
passing years, because they are all the
time hearing from our world. The an
gels flying through Heaven report how
many times the earth has turned on it's
axis. and in that way the angels can
keep a diary; and they say it is almost
time now for father to come up. or for
mother to come up. Some day they see
| u COnOTb leaving H0dFCn, duo say
"Whither bound?'' and the answer is:
ITO bring up soul from earth, and the
question is asked: what soul?" And
family circle in Heaven find that it
is one of their number that is to be
brought up, and they come out to
watch, as on the beach we now watch
for a ship that is to bring our friends
home. After awhile the cohort will
heave in sight, flying nearer and nearer,
until with a great clang the gates
hoist, and with an embrace, wild
with ecstacy of Heaven, old
friends meet again. Away with
stiff. formal Heavenl want hone of it
Give me a place of infinite and eternal
sociality. My feet free from the clods
of earth, / shall bound the hills with
gladness and break forth in laugh OF
triumph. Aha! aha We weep now,
but then we shall laugh. "Abraham's
bosom" means that Heaven has open
arms 10 take us in. Now we fold our
arms over our heart and tell the world
to stand back, as though our bosom
was n wo-barred gate to keep the world
out. Heaven stands not with folded
arms, but with heart open. 1t is
"Abraham's BOSOM"
see mother and her child meeting
} at the foot of the throne after some
years absence. The child died twenty
years ago, but it is a child yet think
the little ones who die will remain
children through eternity. 1t would
be no Heaven without the little dar-
lings. / do not want those that are in
Heaven to grow up. We need their in
FAINT voices in the great song. And
when we walk out in the fields OF
J light, we want them to run ahead and
, clap their hands, and pick out the
J field-fowers. Yes, here is a child and
its mother meeting. The child long in
} glory, the mother just arrived. ''How
changed you are, my darling" says the
mother. YES" says the child, this is
such happy place. and Jesus has
taken such care of me, and Heaven is so
kind, got right over the fever with
which i died. The skies are so fair,
motheri The flowers are so sweet,
motherI Come, take me up in your
arms as you used to-" Oh. / do not
know how we shall stand the first day
in Heaven. Do you not think we will
} break down in the song from override
: light? i once gave out in church the
} hymn,
There is land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign,
and an aged man standing in front oi
i the pulpit sang heartily the 6rst verse,
and then he sat down weeping. / said