Democratic messenger., 1892-12-17
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wlrnered away. II was different from
/ your fathers hand. When you were to
be chastised you had rather have mother
/ punish You than father. II did not hurt
/ so much And fathers hand was diff
/ ferent from mothers. partly because 1t
had outdoor toll, and partly because
+ God intended it to be different. The
/ knuckles We're more firmly set, and the
/ palm was calloused.
/ But mothers hand was more delicate.
! There Were blue veins running through
! the back of il. Though the fingers, some
of them, We're picked with needle, the
palm of il was soft. Oh. il was very
soft. Was there ever any pOultice like
that to take pain out of a wound: So
Gods hand Is "a mothers hand. What it
touches it heals. If it smite you it does
not hurt rs if it We're another hand. Oh,
you poor wandering soul i'll sin, ii is not
bailiff's hand that seizes you today! 1t
is not hard hand. 1t is not an unsym-
pathetic hand. IL is not a cold hand. 1t
is not an enemy's hand. No. 1t is a
gentle hand, loving hand, sympa-
thetic hand, a soft hand, a mothers
hand. AS one whom his mother com
forteth, so will comfort you"
want To say finally that God has q
mothers way of putting child to sleep.
! You know there Is no cradle song like a
mothers. After the excitement of the
evening it is almost impossible to get the
child 10 sleep. If the rocking chair stop
moment the eyes are wide open; but
/ the mothers patience and the mothers
soothing manner keep on until after
awhile the angel of slumber puts his
I wing over the pillow. Well, my dear
i brothers and sisters in Christ, the time
+ will come when we will be wanting TO
be put to sleep. The day of our life will
be done, and the shadows of the night of
death will be gathering around us.
/ Then we want God to soOthe us, to hush
us to sleep.
Let the music at our going not be the
dirge of the organ, or the knell of the
/ church tower, or the drumming of a
dead march, but let it he the hush of
4 a mothers lullaby. Oh, the cradle of the
grave will be soft with the pillow of all
the promises. When we are being rocked
into that last slumber want this TO be
/ the cradle song, "As one whom mother
comforteth, so will comfort YOU"
/ Asleep in Jesus Far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be:
But thine Is still n blessed sleep
From which none wake To weep.
/ y Scotchman was dying. His daughter
+ Nellie sat 10y the bedside. 1t was Sun
( day evening, and the bell of the church
was ringing, calling the people to
/ church. The good old man, in his dying
4 dream. thought that he was on the way
To church, as he used to be when he
/ went in the sleigh across the river, and
as the evening bell struck up in his
/ dying dream lie thought it was the call
/ 10 church.
! He said. 'Hark, children, the bells are
ringing; we shall be late; we must make
the mare step out quickv' He shivered,
and then said: Pull the buffalo robe up
closer. my lass. 1t is cold crossing the
river. but we will soon be there, Nellie;
/ we will soon be there And he smiled
/ and said, just there now." No wonder
/ he smiled. The good old man had got
/ to church. Not the old country church,
but the temple in the skies. just across
the river. How comfortably did God
hush that old man TO sleep. As one
whom his mother comforteth, so God
comforted him.