The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1892-04-29

that the apostles ana the defUnt women
had no doubts.
Idleness not only leads man into
associations which harm his rlarals, but
often thrusts ppon lin the worst Kind
of skepticism. Lo fers are almost al
ways iniidels, or fast getting to be.
Consummgte ialers never read the Bible,
and if they appear In church can be
distinguished in an audience of thou.
sand by their listlessness, for they arc
too lazy 10 hear. 1t is not so much
among occupied merchants, industrious
mechanics and professional then always
busy that you hear the religion of Jesus
haligned, as in public lounging places,
given up to profanity and dissoluteness.
They have no sympathy with the Book
that says, LET him that stole steal no
more; but rather lot him labor, working
with his hands the thing which is good,
that he may have to give to him that
needeth."
Inever knew man given up to thor
ough idleness that was converted. ST.
mon and Andrew were converted while
fishing and Lydia while selling purple,
and the shepherds Of Bethlehem watch
ing their flocRs heard the voice of angels
and Gideon was thrashing on the thrash
ing floor, but no one was ever converted
with his hands in his pockets. Let me
tell the idlcr that there is no hope for
him either in this world or the world
which is to come. II the Son of God,
who owned the whole universe, worked
III the carpenter shop of Joseph surely
we, who own so little set want SO much,
ought to be busy. The redeemed in
heaven are never idle. What exciting
songs they sing!
On what messages of love they fly
through all the universe, fulfilling Gods
high behests and taking worlds in one
circuit, rushing with infinite fierceness
against sin and cruelty and oppression,
and making the gates of hell to quake at
the overthrow of the principalities of
darkness, and in the same twinkle Of an
eye speeding back to their thrones with
the news of sinners fetentant The
River of Life is ever flowing, and the
palms ever Waving; and the hallelujahs
sever rising, and the hatts ever sound
ing, and the temple always open, and
the golden streets always a-rush with
chariots of salvation, and the last place
which you ought ever to want to go to
is heaven unless you want to be busy.
SORE NEED OF WORKERS.
Alas, hly hearers, that in this world
there should be so many loungers and so
few workers. We go into the vineyard
OF the church and we hear the arbor
groan under the heft of the vines, and
the clusters hanging down, large and
thick and ripe, cluster against cluster,
fairer than the lunches of Eshcol and
Engedi, and at touch they will turn
into wine more ruddy than that Of Lib
anus and Helbon. But where are the
men to gather the vintage and tread the
wine press? There comes to your ear
q sound of thousand wheat fields ready
for the sickle. The grain is ready. 1t
Is tall it is full, it is golden. 1t waves
IN the sunlight. 1t rustles in the wind.
1t would fill the barns. It would crowd
the gamers. After awhile it will lodge,
or the mildew and the rust will smite it.
Oh, where are the reapers to bind the
sheaves? The enemies of God are mar
shaled. You see the glitter of their
bucllers. You hear the paving of their
chargers, and all along the line of battle
is heard tho shout of their great captain,
and at the armies Of the living God they
hurl their defiance. They come not in
+ln IF Sapnocharih
but their multitude is like the leaves OF
the forest and the sound of their voices
like the thunder of the sea. Mailed in
hell's impenetrable arbor, they advance
with the waving of their banners and
the dancing of their plumes. Their
ranks are not easily to be broken, for
the batteries of he'll will open to help
them, and ten thousand angels of dark
ness mingle in the fight Where are the
chosen few who will throw themselves
into the jaws of this conflict?
King James gave to Sir John Scott,
for his courage, charter of arms with
number of spears for the crest and the
motto, Ready aye, readyr and yet
when God calls lis to the work and the
cause demands our espousal and inter-
ests dreadful as the Judgment and SOL
emn as eternity tremble in the balance,
how few of us are willing to throw our
selves into the breach, crying, "Ready!
aye, readyr' Oh, should Nike to see
God arise for the defense of his own
cause and the disenthralment of world
in bondage. How the letters would