Connecticut western news., 1892-04-21

BROOKLYN, April 17.-Being Easter morning the Brooklyn Tabernacle con- gregation had been invited to bring flowers the night before, and bank of them was on the front of the pulpit and wreaths of them over the pulpit. The word Resurrection" was spelled out in letters of white lilies. Especial music was added to the great congregational singing. Text, Samuel XIV, 32, "Surely the bitterness of death is past"
 So cried Agag, and the only objection I have to this text is that bad man ut tered it. Nevertheless, it is true, and in higher and better seuse than that in which it was originally uttered. Years ago a legend something like this was told me: In a hut lived very poor woman by the name of Misery. In front of her door was pear tree, which was her only resource for a living. Christ, the Lord, ill poor garb was walking through the earth and no one would en- certain him. In vain he knocked at the door of palaces and of humble dwell ings. Cold and hungry and insufficient ly clad, as he was, none received him. But coming one day to the hut of this woman, whose name was Misery, she received him and offered him a few crusts and asked him to warm himself at the handful of coals, and she sat up all night that the wayfarer might have a pillow to rest on.
 In the morning this divine being asked her as he departed what she would have him do in the way of reward, and told | r @ha al would give her what she asked. All she asked was that her pear tree might be protected, and that the boys who stole her fruit. once climbing the tree, might not be able to get down without her con- sent. So it was granted, and all who climbed the tree were compelled to stay there. After while Death came along and told the poor woman she must go with him. But she did not want to go, for, however poor ones lot is, no one wants to go with Death. Then she said first climb up into my pear tree and bring me down a few pears before start" This he consented to do, but having climbed into the tree he could not again come down.
 Then the troubles of the world began, for Death did not come. The physicians had no patients, the undertakers no bus mess, lawyers no wills to make, the peo- pie who waited for inheritances could not get them, the old men staid in all the professions and occupations, so that there was no room for the young who were coming on, and the earth got over crowded, and from all the earth the cry went up: "Oh, for Deathl Where is Deathr' Then the people came to the poor woman and begged her to let Death descend from the tree. In sympathy for the world she consented to let Death come down on one condition, and that was that he should never molest or take her away, and on that condition Death was allowed to come down, and he kept his word and never removed her, and for that reason we always have Misery with us.
 THE MIGHTIEST MERCY.
 In that allegory some one has set forth the truth that I mean to presen on this Easter morning, which celebrates the resurrection of Christ and our coming resurrection-that one of the grandest and mightiest mercies of the earth is our divine permission to quit it. Sixty four persons every minute step off this planet. Thirty million people every year board this planet. AS a steamer must unload before it takes another cargo, and as the passengers of rail train must leave it in order to have an other company of passengers enter it, so with this world.
 What would happen to an ocean steamer if a man, taking a stateroom, should stay in it forever? What would happen to rail train if one who pur- chases ticket should always occupy the seat assigned him2 And what would happen to this world if all who came into it never departed from it? The grave is as. much a benediction as the cradle. What sunk that ship in the Black sea a few days ago? Too many passengers. What was the matter with that steamer on the Thames which, g few years ago, went down with GOO lives? Too many passengers. Now, this world is only aship, which was launched some six thousand years ago. It is sail ing at the rate of many thousand miles an hour. It is freighted with mountains and cities, and has i'll its staterooms and steerage about sixteen hundred million passengers. So many are coming aboard it is necessary that good many disem bark.
 Suppose that all the people that have lived since the days of Adam and Eve were still alive-what a cluttered III place this world would be-no elbow room, no place to walk, no privacy nothing to eat or wear, or if anything were left the human race would, like 6 shipwrecked crew, have to be put or small rations, each of us having perhap: : only biscuit day. And what chance would there be for the rising genera l tions? The men and women who started when the world started would keep the l modern people back and down, saying We are six thousand years old. Bow down. History is nothing, for we art 1 older than history" What a mercy fol | the human race was death. Within { ! few years you can get from this world | all there is in it.
 After you have had fifty or sixty ol seventy springtimes, you have seer enough blossoms. After fifty or sixty or seventy autumns, you have seer enough of gorgeous foliage. After fifty or sixty or seventy winters, you have seen enough snowstorms and felt enougl chills and wrapped yourself in enougf blankets. In the ordinary length of hu man life you have carried enougl
 burdens, and shed enough tears, and suf
 fered enough injustices, and felt enougl bangs, and been cloudcd by enoug
 doubts, and surrounded by enough myS
 teries. We talk about the shortnes
 of life, but if we exercised good sens
 we would realize that life is quite lon
 enough. If we are the children of God
 we are at banquet, and his world
 only the first course of the food, an
 we ought to be glad that there ar
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