The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1892-12-24

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heavy laden and will give you rest y
Another frost is bidding you away
it is the frost of sorrow. Where do you
live now? ''Oh," you say. II have
moved" Why did you move? You say:
Il don't want as large house now as
formerly" Why do you not want as
large house? You say: My family
is not SO large" Where have they gone
to? Eternity" Your mind goes back
through that last sickness. and through
the almost supernatural effort to save
life, and through those prayers that
seemed unavailing, and through that
kiss which received no response because
the lips were lifeless, and / hear tho
bells tolling, and hear the hearts
breaking-while speak hear them
break. A heart! Another heart!
Alone! Alone! Alone! This world,
which in your girlhood and boy
hood was sunshine, is cold now,
and, oh! weary dove, you fly around
this world as though You would like to
stay, when the wind and the frost and
the blackeniug clouds would bid you
away into the heart of an all-comfort-
ing God. Oh, have noticed again and
again, what a botch this world makes OF
it when it tries to comfort soul in
trouble! 1t says: Don't cryr How
can we help crying when the hearts
treasures are scattered, and father is
gone. and mother is gone. and compan.
ions are gone, and the child is gone, and
everything seems gone? 1t is no COM
fort to tell man not to cry. The world
comes up and says: s'Oh, it is only the
body of your loved one that you have
put in the groundr' But there is no
comfort in that. That body is precious.
Shall we never put our hand in that
hand again, and shall we never sec
that sweet face again? Away with
your heartlessness, 0 worldi But
come, Jesus! and tell us that when the
tears fall they fall into Gods bottle;
that the dear bodies Of our loved ones
shall rise radiant in the resur-
rectiou; and all the brealzings down
here shall be lifted up there, and s'they |
shall hunger no more, neither thirst no |
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 ali tears from their
eyes"
You may have noticed that when the
chaf-finch or the stork or the crane |
starts on its migration. 1t calls all |
those of its kind to come, too The
tree-tops are full of chirp and whistle
and carol and the long roll-call The
bird does not start off alone. 1t gath
ers all of its kind. Oh, that you might
be as wise in this migration to Heaven,
and that you might gather all your
families and friends with you! wonld
that Hannah might take Samuel by
the hand, and Abraham might take
Isaac, and Hagar might take Ishmael.
Start for Heaven yourself. and take
your children with you. Come thou
and all thy house into the ark. Tell
your little ones that there are realms of
balm and sweetness for all those who
BY in the right direction. Swifter than
Eagles stroke, put out for Heaven.
Like the crane or the stork, stop moi
night nor day until you find the right
place for stopping.
To-day the Saviour calls,
Ye wanderers come.
Oh! ye benighted souls,
Why longer rosm.
The spirit calls to-day,
Yield to his power
Oh! grieve him not away
lis mercy's hour.