The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1892-11-16
Iozart came and began to play. and ne

had blank piece of paper before him,
and the king Familiarity looked over his
shoulder and said: what are you play
ing? | see no music before you" And
Mozart put his hand on his brow, as
much as to say, 81 am improvising.' 1t
was very we'll for him, but oh, my
friends, we cannot eXtemporize Heaven.
If we donot get prepared in this world,
we will never take part in the orches-
trail harmonies of the saved. o that we
were as wise as the crane and the stork,
flying away, fyins away from the
tempest
Some of you have felt the pinching
frost of sin. You feel it to-day. You
are not happy. | look into your faces
and know you are not happy. There
are voices within your soul that will not
be silenced, telling you that you are
sinners, and that without the pardon of
God you are undone forever. What are
you going to do, my friends, with the
accumulated transgressions of this life
time? VIII you stand still and let the
avalanche tumble over you? o that
you would go away into the warm heart
of Gods mercy. The southern grove,
redolent with magnolia and cactus,
never waited for northern tiocks as God
has waited for you, saying: 81 have
loved thee with an everlasting love.
Come unto me, all We who are weary
and heavy laden, and l will give you
rest"
Another frost is bidding you away; it
is the frost of sorrow. Where do you
live now? 90" you say, 81 have moved" "
Why did you move? You say, 81 don't
want as large house now as formerly"
Why do you not want as large a house?
You say "My family is not so large"
Where have they gone to? Eternity"
Your mind goes back through that last
sickness and through the almost SUPER
natural effort to save life, and through
those prayers that seemed unavailing,
and through that kiss (which received
no response because the lips were
lifeless, and hear the bells tolling and
| hear the hearts breaking-while l
speak, hear them break. A heart! An
world, which in your girlhood and boy
hood 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
blackening clouds would bid you away
into the heart of an all-comforting God.
0, l have noticed again and again what
botch this world makes of it when il
tries to comfort soul in trouble! II
says, Don't cryv 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 everything seems
gone? 1t is no comfort to tell 6
man not to cry. The world comes W
and says: 30, it is only the body Of
your loved one that you have put in the
ground!' But there is no comfort il
that. That body is precious. Shal
we never put our hand in that han(
again, and shall we never see tina
sweet face again? Away with you
heartlessness, oh world! But come
Jesus! and tell us that when the tears
fall they fall into Gods bottle; that the
dear bodies of our loved ones shall ris
radiant in the resurrection; and all thu
breakings down here shall be lifted III
there, and they shall hunger no more
neither thirst no more, neither shall
the sun light on them nor any heat, TO
the Lamb which is in the midst of tn
; throne shall lead them to living foun
tains of water, and God shall wipe al
tears from their eyes"
You may have noticed that when tn,
; chaffinch, or our stork or the Gran
starts on its migration, it calls all thos
of its kind to come, too. The tree-top
are full of chirp, and whistle, and caro-
and the long roll-call. The bird doe
not start off alone. 1t gathers all of it
kind. o that you might be as wise il
; this migration to Heaven, and that yol
might gather all your families and you
friends with you! would that Hannal
; might take Samuel by the hand, an
= Abraham might take Isaac. and Haga
might take Ishmael.
| III llNdNCh |ouloSiA' dLiN' eShN
your children with you. Come tho
and all thy house into the ark. TeI
your little ones that there are realms @
balm and sweetness for all those VIII
fly in the right direction. Swifter tina
eagles stroke, put out for Heaven. Lik
the crane or the storll, stop not nigh
or day until you find the right place 70
stopping.
To-day the Saviour calls,
We wanderers come
O, We benighted souls,
Why longer roam?
, The Spirit calls to-day,
! Yield to his power.
/ o, grieve him not away,
t 'Tis mercy's hour
{ GEMS OF THOUGHT.
The burden of suffering seems
tombstone hung about our necks, Will
in reality It's only the weight which
4 necessary to keep down the diver Will
he is hunting for pearls. Richter.
: -Firmness, steadiness of principle,
:, Just moderation and unconquera bl
. perseverance are the virtues, the praC
tice of which is most likely to correc
whatever is wrong in the social system
= Daniel Webster.
= To meet each day of life with 10
Z as it comes says one, is to live in tn
= HIGHEST condition mentally morall,