Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1892-09-26

1t. Heights Of heaven sing it, and world:
of light to worlds of light all round the
heavens cry, "Glory, gloryl'
Let us 60 forth and gather the trophies
for Jesus. From Golconda mines Wa
gather the diamonds, from Ceylon banks
we gather the pearls, from all lands and
kingdoms we gather precious stones, and
we bring the glittering burdens and put
them down at the feet of Jesus and say
"All these are thine. Thou are worthy
We go forth again for more trophies, and
into one sheaf we gather all the scepters
of the earth, of all royalties and domin
ions, and then we bring the sheaf of scep
ters and put ittlown ut the feet of Jesus
and say, "Thou art King of kings, and
these thou hast conquered"
And then we go forth again to gather
more trophies. and we bid the redeemed Of
all ages, the sons and daughters of the
Lord Almighty, to come. We ask them to
come and offer their thanksgivings, and
the hosts of heaven bring crown and palm
and scepter, and here by these bleeding
feet, and by this riven side, and by this
wounded heart cry, blessing and honor
and glory and power be unto him that sit
teth upon the throne and unto the Lamb
that he did not weep, of burden he did
not carry, of a battle that he did not fight,
of a victory that he did not achieve. Gall
in all is Jesus" in the great plan of re-
demption.
A VERY PRESENT HELP.
remark again, Christ is everything to
escaped troubled We must all stoop down
- - lo IoI-
moss has no time to grow on the buckets
that come up out of the hearts we'll, drip
ping with tears. Great trials are upon our
track as certain as greyhound pack on the
scent of deer. From our hearts in every
direction there are a thousand chords
reaching out binding us to loved ones, and
ever and anon some of these tendrils snap.
The winds that cross this sea of life are
not all abaft. The clouds that cross our
sky are not feathery and afar, straying
like fiocks of sheep on heavenly pastures,
but wrathful and somber, and cleaning
with terror, they wrap the mountains In
fire and come down baying with their
thunders through every gorge.
The richest fruits of blessing have q
prickly shell. Life here Is not lying at
anchor; it is weathering a gale. 1t is not
sleeping in soldiers tent with our arms
stacked; it is bayonet charge. We STUN
BILE over gravestones, and we drive on
with our wheel deep in the old rut of
graves. Trouble has wrinkled your brow,
and it has frosted your head. Falling in
this battle of life, is there no angel to bind
COZ wrouudss Hath God made this woHld
with so many things to hurt and none to
healf For this snakebite of sorrow, Is
there no herb growing by all the brooks to
heal the poisonf Blessed be God that in
tho Gospel we find the antidotel Christ
has bottled an ocean Of tears. How many
thorns he hath plucked out of human
agony
Oh, he knows too well what it is to carry
cross, not to help us carry oursl He
knows too well what it is to climb tie
mountain, not to help us up the steep.
He knows too well what it is to be perse-
cuted, not to help those who are imposed
upon. He knows too well what it is to be
sick, not to help those who suffer. Aye, he
knows too we'll what it is to die, not to
help us In our last extremity. Blessed
Jesus, thou knowest it all. Seeing thy
wounded side, and thy wounded hand, and
thy wounded feet, and thy wounded brow,
we are sure thou knowest it all.
Oh, when those into whose bosom we
used to breathe our sorrows are snatched
from us, blessed be God, the heart of Jesus
still beats, and when all other lights go out
and the world gets dark, then we see COM
ing out from behind cloud something 80
bright and cheering, we know it to be the
morning star of the souls deliverance The
hand of care may make you stagger, or the
hand of persecution may beat you down, or
the hand Of disappointment may beat you
back; but there is hand, and it is so kind,
and 1t is so gentle that it wipeth all tears
from all faces.
MIR. Jollifs's Red. White and Blue Horse.
Ambrose Jollife, the Hestonville livery
stable keeper, has what is probably 1.-The
most remarkable horse in the United
States, and his one sorrow is that the park
commissioners will not permit the animal
to be driven through their beautiful
domain. The horse is middle aged well
proportioned Kentucky gelding about
years old, and once upon a time was as
white as a snowdrift at the north pole.
Two years ago young medical student
who was studying at the University OF
Pennsylvania and boarded at Mr.. Jollife's
residence, suggested that, in honor Of the
fourth of July, Dashaway (the gelding's
name) be decorated in the national colors
He told Mr.. Jollife that he had two harm.
less dyes which would soon fade out and
pointed out what unique and sensational
horse Dashaway could be transformed into
by an artistic use of the dyes. AS Mr.. Jol
life was agreeable, the student boiled his
dyes, and with large brush stained the
horses head, neck and forelegs a bright
crimsonish red; the "barrel" was left
white, and the TANKS and hind legs were
stained n brilliant blue.
The effect was so exquisitely beautiful
that Mr.. Jollife and his family drove about
the vicinity of Hestonville every afternoon
showing Dashaway to their friends, and
save for the fact that many of the horses
that they met tried with more or less sue.
cess to run away when the red. white and
blue equine met their affrighted gaze, the
cup of the Jollife's family happiness would
have been filled to the brim. The excite
ment in the park was so great that strict
orders were given to the guards to keep
the patriotic horse out of the great pleasure
! ground.
Dashaway has been freshly dyed twice
| since his original decoration, and the Hes
tonville horses have now grown accustomed
/ to his spectacular appearance. But life ii
not what it should be for Mr.. Jollife on
account OF the park commissioners rule
barring Dashaway from the privilege Of
! their Observation-Disclosures Record.