Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1892-10-31
TIE SOUL GETS IT'S WARNING.

was reading of an entertainment given
In kings court, and there were musicians
there with elaborate pieces of music.
After awhile Mozart came and began to
play, and he had blank piece of paper be-
fore him, and the king familarly looked
over his shoulder and said: "What are you
playing? | see no music before you"
And Mozart put his hand on his brow, as
much as to say, 81 am improvising." 1t
was very we'll for him, but oh, my friends,
we cannot eXtemporize heavenl If we do
not get prepared in this world, we will
never take part in the orchestral harmo-
MES of the saved. Oh, that we were as wise
as the crane and the stork, flying away,
flying away from the tempestl
Some of you have felt the pinching frost
of SIM You feel it today. You are not
happy. look into your faces, and | know
you are not happy. There are voices within
your soul that will not be silenced, telling
you that you are sinners and that without
the pardon of God you are undone forever.
What are you going to do, my friends, with
the accumulated transgressions of this life
timer Will you stand still and let the ava
lanche tumble over your Oh, that you
would go away into the warm heart of
Gods mercy The southern grove, redo
lent with magnolia and cactus, never
waited for northern focks as God has
waited for you, saying; II have loved thee
with an everlasting love. Come unto me,
all ye who are weary and heavy laden, and
will give you rest"
Another frost is bidding you await is
the frost of sorrow. Where do you live
nowP "Oh," you say, 81 have moved. /"
Why did you mover You say, 81 don't
want as large a house now as formerly"
Why do you not want as large houseY
You say, "My family is not SO large"
Where have they gomez ITO eternity"
Your mind goes back through that last
sickness, and through the almost super
natural effort to save life, and through
those prayers that seemed unavailing, and
through that kiss which received no re-
spouse because the lips were lifeless, and
hear the bells tolling and hear the hearts
breaking-while speak hear them break
A heartl Another hearth Alone, alone
alonel
This world, which in your girlhood and
boyhood was sunshine, Is cold now, and oh
weary dove, you fly around this world as
though you would like to stay, when tho
wind, and the frost, and the blackening
of an all comforting Godl Oh, | have no.
ticed again and again what botch this
world makes of it when it tries to comfort
a soul in troubled 1t says, Don't cryW
How can we help crying when the hearts
Treasures are scattered. and father IS gone
and mother Is gone, and companions are
gone, and the child is gone, and everything
seems gone?
T& E., ta1l not en-
The world comes up and says, ooh, it is
only the body of your loved one that you
have put in the ground!" 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 see that sweet
face again? Away with your heartless-
ness, oh, world! But come, Jesus, and tell
us that when the tears fall they fall into
Gods bottle; that the dear bodies Of onr
loved ones shall rise radiant in the reSur
rection, and all the breakings down here
shall be lifted up there, and 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 liy-
ing fountains of water, and God shall wipe
all tears from their eyes.
THEY CALL THEIR OWN KIND.
You may have noticed that when the
chafIinch, or the stork, or the crane starts
on its migration it 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 gathers 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 your friends with you!
would that Hannah might take Samuel
by the hand, and Abraham might take
Isaac, and Hagar might take lshm8el.
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 sweet
ness for all those who fly in the right
direction. Swfter than eagles stroke put
out for heaven. Like the crane or the
stork, stop not night nor day until you find
the right place for stopping.
Today the Saviour calls,
We wanderers come.
Oh, we beniChted souls,
Why longer roam2
The Spirit calls today,
Yield to his power.
Oh, grievC him not away,
Wis IpprCy'A hOurl