The Red Cloud chief., 1892-03-18

tnen come back and fol their wings II
the foot Of the throne. and cry, INC
shore! no shore to Gods mercy!
Mercy! Mercy! Mercy! l sing It
1 preach it. 1 pray it. Here I find
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! Mercy
Mercy! There is no depth it cannot
fathom. there is no height 1t cannot
scale, there is no i%nfinity it canno,
compass l take my stand under this
goodly cedar and see the iocks flying
thlther. They are torn with the shot
OF temptation, and wounded, and sick.
and Scared. Some fought with iron
beak. some once feastei on c-arcasseS,
some were fierce of eye and cruel OF
talon. but they came, flock after flock
all fowl of every wing" Again, all
the dying will find their nest in this
goodly cedar. 1t is cruel to destroy
a birds nest, but death does o hest.
tate to destroy one. There was a beau.
tifui nest in the next street. Lovingly
the parents broOded over it. There
were two or three little robins in tho
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 1.-THE feathers of
the Almighty" o. to have those soft,
warm, eternal wings stretched over usl
lie the storms beat, and the branches
of the cedar toss on the wind-no dam
ger. When the storm comes you can
see the birds flying to the woods. Ere
the storm of death comes down, let rs
fly to the goodly cedar. OF what great
varieties Heaven will be made upi
There come men who once were hard
and cruel, and desperate in w~ickedness,
yet now, soft and changed by grace.
come into glory: 'All fowl of every
wing" And here they come. the chill
dren who were reared in loving home
circles, flock ng through the gates of
life; "All fowl of every wing" These
were white and came from northern
homes; these were black and as
cended from southern plantations;
these were copper colored and
went up from Indian reservations.
"All fowl of every wing" So
God gathers them up 1t is astonishing
how easy it is for a good soul to enter
Heaven. A prominent businessman in
Philadelphia went home one afternoon,
lay down on the lounge and said: 1T
is time for me to 60" He was very
aged. His daughter said to him: "Are
you sick?" He said: mo; but it is
time for me to gs. Have John put it in
two of the morning papers that my
friends may know that / am gone.
Good-by." and as quick as that God had
taken him.
1t is easy to go when the time comes.
There are no ropes thrown out to pull
us ashore; there are no ladders let down
to pull us up. Christ comes and takes
us by the hand and says: you have
had enough of this; come up." Do you
hurt a lily when you pluck it? Is these
any rudeness when Jesus touches the
cheek and the red rose of health
whitens into the lily of immoral purity
and gladness?
When autumn ZONES and the giant
of the woods smites his anvil and the
leafy sparks hv on the autumnal gale,
then there will be thousands of birds
gathering in the tree at the corner of
the field, just before departing to
warmer chimes and they will call and
sing until the branches drop with the
melody. There is a better CLINE for us
and by and by we shall immigrate. We
in the branches of the goodly
cedar, in preparations for departure.
You heard our voices in the opening
song; you will hear them in the closing
.song-voices good, voices bad, voices
voices. distressful-'An fowl of
every wing" By and by we shall be
gone. If all this audience is saved-as
i hope they wilt bel see them enter
ing into life. Some have had it hard,
have had it easy. Some were
brilliant, some were dull. Some were,
by pious parentage, others have
had their ~infantile checks scalded with
the tears of woe. Some crawled. rs il
we're, into the kingdom on their hands
and knees, and some seemed to enter |
chariots of flaming fire. Those fell
iioLu a oEiP Lhdols IhcSC "cTc Ut uSLcu
a mining disaster. They are Gods
birds now No gun of hunts
man shoots them down. They gather
on the trees of life and fold their wings
IN the branches, and. far away from
and winds, and night, they sing
until the hills are flooded with JOY, aua
the skies drop music. and tho arches of
pearl send bick the echoes --"All fowl
Of every wing"
Behold the saints. beloved of God,
Washed are their robes in Jesus blood
Brighter man angels, 10! they shine,
Their glOries splendid and sublime. ]
Through tribulation great they came:
They bore the cross and scorned the shame
Now. in the heavenly temple best,
With God they DWELL; on Him they rest
While everlasting ages roll,
Eternal love shlll feast their soul,
And scenes of bliss forever new,
Rise in succession TO tkeir view.
The TallOw Tree.
The tallow tree reaches forty feet in
the seeds of the flowers of
which are covered with something re.
,embling tallow, which rises to the top