Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-01-04

though the infinite mercy of my Savior,
come out at the right place. have nothing
to brag of by way of Christian experiences;
but two things 1 have learned-my utter
helplessness before God, and the all-abound-
ing grace of the Lord Jesus.
The Best Kind of Life Insurance.
If the text means some of you, my hearers,
do not want you to be caught unprepared.
would like to have you, either through
money you have laid up, or life insur-
ance" be able to leave the world feeling that
your family need not become paupers. But
if You have done your best, and you leave
not one dollars worth of estate you may
confidently trust the Lord who hath
promised to care for the widow and the
fatherless. l would like to have your soul
fitted out for eternity, so that if, any morn,
ing, or noon, or evening, or night of these
365 DAYS, death should look in and ask "Are
you ready?" you might with an outburst of
Christian triumph answer, "Ay, ay! all
ready"
The sooner the last hour comes the better
if we are fitted for entrance in the celestial
world. Some day the angels in heaven see
cohort leaving heaven, and they say,
whittier bound?" and the answer is, ITO
bring up soul from earth;' and the ques-
tion is asked, 'What soul?" And family
circle in heaven find that it is one of their
own number that is to be brought up, and
they come out to watch, as on the beach
we now watch for ship that Is to
bring our friends home. After while the
cohort will hea-e in sight, fying nearer and
nearer, until with great clang the gates
hoist, and with an embrace, wild with the
ecstasy of heaven, old friends meet again.
Away with your stiff, formal heaven. L
want none of it. Give me place of infinite
and eternal sociality. My feet free from the
clods of earth, shall bound the hills with
gladness, and break forth in laugh of tri-
umph.
A Meeting to Part No More.
The child long in glory, the mother just ar
rived. How changed you are, my darlingr
says the mother "Yes," says the child,
this is such a happy place; and Jesus has
taken such care of me, and heaven is so
kind, got right over the fever with which
1 died. The skies are so fair, mother! The
flowers are so sweet, mother! The temple is
so beautiful mother! Come, take me up in
your arms as you used to do on, 40 not
know how we shall stand the first day in
heaven. Do you not think we will break
down in the song from over delight? once
gave out in church the hymn:
There is land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign.
and an aged man standing in front of the
pulpit sang heartily the first verse, and then
he sat down weeping. L said to him after
ward: Father Linton, what made you cry
over that hymn?" He said, Il could not
stand 1.-THE joys that are coming" When
heaven rises for the doXology, cannot see
how we can rise with it if all these waves of
everlasting delight come upon the soul,
biIlow of joy after billow of joy. Methinks
Jesus would be enough for the first day in
heaven; yet here he approaches with all
heaven at his back.
But must close this sermon. This is the
last January to some who are present. You
have entered the year, but you will OF
close it. Within these u months your eyes
will shut for the last sleep. Other hands
will plant the Christmas tree and give the
New Years congratulations. As procla-
nation of joy to some, and as a matter of
warning to others, leave in your ears these
five words of one syllable each, "This year
thou shalt die.''