Connecticut western news., 1892-05-05

that name is printed. On Christmas morning wreathe it on the wall. Let 1t drip from harp's string and let it tsun- der out in organs diapason. Sou:S it often, sound it well, until every star shall seem to shine 1t, and every flower shall seem to breathe it. and mountain and sea and day and night and earth and heaven acclaim in full chant, Blessed be his glorious name forever" "The name which is above every name"
 IT THRILLS IN SONG.
 Have you ever heard in n Methodist church. during a time of revival, a score of souls come to the altar and cry out for mercy under the power of just two lines of glorious old John Wesley?
 Jesus, the name high over all,
 In Aeaven or earth or sky.
 To the repenting soul, to the exhausted invalid, to the Sunday school girl, to the snow white octogenarian, it is beautiful. The aged man comes in from long walk, and he tremulously opens the door of his home, and he hangs his hat on the old nail, and he puts his cane in the usual place, and he lies on his couch, and he says to his children and his grandchildren, My gears, l am going away from you" Aua they say, Why, where are you going, grandfather Oh" he says. Il am going to Jesusr' and so the old man faints away into heaven.
 And the little child comes in from play and she filings herself into your lap. and she says, Mamma, I'm so sick; I'm so very sick" and you put her to bed and the fever is worse aud worse. and some midnight while you are shalS- ing up the pillow and giving the medi- cine she looks up in your face and says, Mamma, I'm going away from you" You say, Why, where are you going, my darlingy And she says, Il am go. ing to Jesus" And the red cheek that you take to be the mark of the fever turns out to be only the carnation bloom of heaven.
 Oh, was it not beautiful when a little child heard that her playmate was dy- ing. and she went to the house, and she clambered upon the bed of her dying playmate. and she said to the dying playmate, Where are you going tog'' and the dying girl said, I'm going to
 
 was well, as she bent over to give the parting kiss to her dying playmate. Well, then, if you are goiEg to Jesus, give my love to him." 1t is beautiful name, whether on the lips of childhood or on the lips of the old man. When my father was dying the village minister said to him, quoting over his pillow this passage, This is q faithful saying and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sin- ners," and there he stopped. Then my father finished the quotation by saying. of whom am chief"
 But l remark again, in regard to this name of Christ, that it is mighty name. Rothschild is a name mighty in the com mercial world, Silliman is name mighty in the scientific world, Irving is name mighty in the literary world, Washington is name mighty in the po- litical world, Wellington is name mighty in the military world: but where i'll all the earth is name so potent to lift and thrill and arouse and rally and bless as the name Jesus? Why, the sound of that one name unhorsed Saul and threw Newton on his face on ship's deck; and that one name today, while l speak. holds hundred million souls un- der omnipotent spell. That name in England today means more than Vic toria. In Germany that name today means more than Emperor William. Oh, mighty name!
 IT ACTS LIKE A TALISMAN.
 have seen man bound hand and foot of the devil and captive of all evil habits, at the sound of that name dash down his shackles and march out for ever free. l have seen a man overcome of misfortune and trial, every kind of trouble had he; but at the sound of that name the sea dropped, and the clolds parted. and the suuburst of eternal glad ness poured upon his soul. l have seen man hardened in infdelity. defiant of God, full of jeer and scoff, jocose of the judgment day, reckless of eternity, at the sound of that name blanch and cover and groan and kueel and weep and repent and pray and believe and rejoice and triumph.
 Oh, it is a mighty name. Under its power the last temple of superstition will come down and the last Juggernaut of iniquity will be shattered to pieces. The red horse of carnage, spoken of in apocalyptic vision, and the black horse of death must come back on their launches, while the white horse of vic tory goes forth, mounted of him who hath the moon under his feet and the stars of heaven for his tiara. Mighty name! 1t will first make the whole earth tremble, and then it will make all the nations sing. Mighty name!
 Other doIniuions seem to be giving way: France had to give mp some of her favorite provinces: Spain has lost agreat deal of her power; many of the thrones of the world are being lowered; many of the scepters of the world are being hortened, but every tract distributor, every Bible printer, every Christian in- stitution established spreads abroad the mighty name of Christ. It has already been heard under the Chinese wall, and in the Siberian snow castle, and in the Brazilian grove, and in the eastern pagoda. That name will swallow up all other names. That crown will yet cover up all other crowns. That empirc will yet compass all nominations.
 All crimes shall cease and ancient frauds shall
 fail,
 Returning justice lift aloft her scale;
 Peace OCT the world her olive wand extend, And white robcd innocence from heaven de-
 scend.
 WHO CAN FORGET THE DIVINE PHYSICIAN!
 But remark again, taking step for ward in this subject, that the name of Christ is au enduring name. You get over the fence of the graveyard and you pull the weeds back from the name that has nearly faded from the tombstone, and you wish that Walter Scott's "Old Mortality" would come along and re- chisel it, so thGS you might really find out what the name is. Why, that was