Connecticut western news., 1892-03-10

your sins.
 There are hospitals for ''incura- bles." When men are hopelessly sick they are sent there. Thank God, there is no hospital for spiritual incurablesl Though you had the worst leprosy that ever struck soul, your flesh shall come again like the flesh of little child. Oh, this mercy of Godl l am told it is an ocean. Then place on it four swift sailing craft, with compass and charts, and choice rigging and slSillful navigators, and tell them to launch away and discover for me the extent of this ocean
 That craft puts out in one direc- ton and sails to the north; this craft to the south; this to the east; this to the west. They crowd on all their canvas and sail ten thousand years, and one day come up the harbor of heaven, and I shout to them from the beach, Have you found the 1 shore" and they answer, No shore to Gods mercyr Swift angels, dis patched from the throne, attempt to go across it. For a million years they fly and fly, but then come back and fold their wings at the foot of the throne, and cry, No shorei no shore to Gods mercyl
 Mercy Mercyi Mercyi I sing | 1t. preach it. l pray it. Here I find a man bound hand and foot to the devil, but with one stroke of the hammer of Gods truth the chains fall off and he is free forever. Mercy Mercyl Mercy! There Is no depth it cannot fathom, there is no height if cannot scale, there is no infnity it cannot compass. 1 take my stand under this goodly cedar and see the flocks flying thither. They are torn with the shot of temptation, and wounded and sick and scared Some fought with iron beak, some once feasted on carcasses, some were fierce of eye and cruel of talon, but they came, flock after fiock-"An fowl of every wing.
 ALL THE DYING.
 Again, all the dying will find their nest in this goodly cedar. It is cruel to destroy a birds nest, but death does not hesitate to destroy one There was a beautiful nest in the next street. Lovingly the parents brooded over it. There were two or three little robins in the nest. The scarlet fever thrust its hot hands into the nest and the birds are gone. Only those are safe who have their nests in the goodly cedar They have over them the feathers of the Almighty" Oh, to have those soft, warm, eternal wings stretched over usl Let the storms beat, and the branches of the cedar toss on the wind-no danger. When a storm comes, you can see the birds flying to the woods. Ere the storm of death comes down, let us fly to the goodly cedar.
 Of what great varieties heaven will be made upi There como men who once were hard and cruel and desperate in wickedness, yet now, soft and changed by grace, they come into glory-"An fowl of every wing" And here they come, the children who were reared in loving home circles, focking through the gates of hfe-"All fowl of every wing" These were white, and came from northern homes; these were black, and ascended from southern plantations; these were copper col. ored, and went up from Indian res. ervations-"All fowl of every wing.
 So God gathers them up. It is as. tonishing how easy it is for good soul to enter heaven. A prominent business man in Philadelphia went home one afternoon, lay down on the lounge and said, Tt is time for me to go." He was very aged. His daugh. ter said to him, Are you sickp lie said No, but it is time for me to go. Have John put it in two of the morn, ing papers, that my friends may know that I am gone. Goodby, and as quick as that God had taken him.
 It is easy to go when the time comes There are no ropes thrown out to pull us ashore; there are nc ladders let down to pull us up. Chris, comes and takes us by the hand and says, You have had enough of this come up higher" Do you hurt lily when you pluck iti Is there any rudeness when Jesus touches the cheek, and the red rose of health whitens into the lily of immortal purity and gladnessl
 A BETTER CLINE FOR US.
 When autumn comes, and the giant of the woods smites his anvil, and the leafy sparks fly on the autumnal gale, then there will be thousands oi birds gathering in the tree at the COT ner of the field just before departing to warmer climes, and they will cal and sing until the branches drop witf the melody. There is better cline for us, and by and by we shall mi grate. We gather in the branches oi the goodly cedar in preparation fol departure. You heard our voices II the opening song; you will hear then in the closing song-voices good voices bad, voices happy, voices dis tressful-"All fowl of every wing"
 By and by we shall be gone. If al this audience is saved-as hope they will bel see them entering into life Some have had it hard, some have had it easy. Some were brilliant some were dull. Some were rockeS by pious parentage, others have hat their infantile cheeks scalded witl the tears of woe. Some crawled, a' it were, into the kingdom on then hands and knees, and some seemet ! to enter in chariots of flaming fire Those fell from ships mast, thes' were crushed in mining disaster.
 They are Gods singing birds now No gun of huntsman shall shoot then