The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1892-11-10
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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 before HIM, and the king fami-
liarly looked over bis 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 an
lmprovls!ng." IL was very well for him :.
but oh, my friends, we cannot eXtempoS
rizc heaven! five do not get prepared
in this world, we..w,ll never take par. in
the orchestral harmOnics OF the saved
On, that we were as wise rs the crane
and the stork, dying away, llylns awav
from the tempest!
Some OF you have felt the punching
lrost Of SIN. You feel it today, You
arc not happy. | look into your faces,
and | know you are not happy. There
arc voices within your soul that will not
be silcnced, telling you that you are sim
ners, and that without the pradon OF
God you are undone forever. What are
you going TO do my friends, with the &C.
cumulated transgressions of this lifetime?
| Will you stand still ard let the avalanche
tumble over you? Oh, that you would
go away into the warm heart OF Gods
mercy! The southern alovc, redoDcnt
with magnolia and cactus, never waited
for Dortheru ilocks as God has i,od
| for you, saying: II have loved thee
with an everlasting love. Come urto
me, all We who are weary and hcaJy
laden, and will give you rest"
Another frost is bidding you away
1T is the frost of sorrow. Where do YOU
live now? "Oh," you say, 81 have
moved" Why did you move? You
say, Il don't want as large house now
as formerly" Why do YOU not want as
lar ,e house? You say, "My family ia
not so large" Where have they gone?
''To eternity" Your mind goes back
through that last sickness, and through
the almost supernatural effort to save
life, and through those prayers that
seemed unavailing, and through that
kiss which received no response be-
cause the lips were llelcss, and hear
the bells tolllng aud hear the hearts
brcaking-while l speak | hear them
break. A hear! Another heart! Alone,
alone, alone!
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 the wind, and the frost, and the
black ening clouds would bid you away
into the heart Of an all comforting God,
Oh, have noticed again and again
what botch this world makes OF it
when it tries to comfort Il soul in trou-
BILE. 1t says, "Don't cry!" 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 every
thing seems gone?
1t is no comfort to tell man not TO
cry. The world comes up and saws
"Oh, 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
or hand in that hand again. and shall
Away with your heartlessncss, oh, =,
world! But come, Jesus, and tell us
that when the tears fail they fall into
God's bottle; that the dear bodies of
our loved ones shall rise radiant in the
resurrection. and all the breakingS down
here shall he lifted up there, and "they
shall hunger no more, neither thirst no
more, neither shall the sun light Oh
them, nor any heat, for the Lamb which
is in the midst Of the throne shall lead
them to living fountains of water, and
God shall wipe all tears from their
eyes.
You may have noticed that when the
challinch, 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. Yhe birds does
not start off alone. Itgaahers all of it's
KIND. On, that you might be as wise in
this migration to heaven, and that You
might gather all your families and our
friends with you! | would stilat iIan.
nah might take Samuel bT the hand,
and Abraham might take Isaac, and
llagar might take Ishmael.
Start for heaven yourself aud take
your children with you. Come thou
and all thy house injo the ark. Toll
your little ones that there are realms
of balm and sweetness for all those who
fly IN the ri"hj direction. SWifter than
eagles stroke put out for heaven. Like
the crane oc the stOrk, stop not night
nor day until you find the right place
for stopping.
Today the Saviour calls,
9o wanderers come.
Oh. ye benighted souls,
Why longer roam?
The Spirit calls today.
Yield to his power.
Oh, grieVe him not away,
'TiS mcrcy's hour,
Political Prosecutions.
MONTGOMERY, Oct. 2G.-Today six
citizens of Henry County were brought
here by United States marshal on
the charge of violation Of Section $500
Of the Revised Statutes of the United
States.
The affidavit was male by II. +.