Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1893-08-10

the wall paper. Oh, the WEAKNESS and ex-
haustionl oh, the burning pangsl Would
God it were morning, would God it were
night were your frequent cry. But you
are better, perhaps even well. Have you
thanked God that today you can come out
in the fresh air; that you are in this place
to hear Gods name and to sing Gods
praise and to implore Gods help and to
ask Gods forgiveness Bless the Lord
who healcth all our diseases and redeemeth
our lives from destruction.
Perhaps your last sorrow was financial
embarrassment. / congratulate some Of
you on your lucrative profession or occupa-
ton, on ornate apparel, on a commodious
residence everything you put your hand
to seems to turn to gold. But there are
others of you who are like the ship on
which Paul sailed where two seas met, and
YOU are broken by the violence of the
waves. BY an unadvised Endorsement, or
by u conjunction of unforeseen events, or
by fire or storm, or sense,ess panic, you
have been flung headlong, and where you
once dispensed great charities now you
have hard work to make the two ends
meet.
Have you forgotten to thank God for
your days of prosperity, and that through
your trials some of you have made invest
ments which will continue after the last
bank Of this world has exploded and the
silver and gold are molten in fires of a burn
ing WORLD Have you, amid all your losses
and dscouragements, forgot that there was
bread on your table this morning, and that
there shall be shelter for your head from
the storm, and there is air for your lungs,
and blood for your heart, and light for your
eye, and a glad and glorious and trium-
plant religion for your soul?
BEREAVEMENT.
Perhaps your last trouble was a bereave-
ment. That heart which in childhood was
| your refuge, the parental heart and which
| has been source of the quickest sympathy
ever since, has suddenly become silent for
ever. And now sometimes, whenever in
! sudden annoyance and without deliberation
| you say, 81 will go and tell mother" the
| thought flash. on you, Il have no mother.
| Or the father, with voice less tender, but at
heart as earnest and loving-watchful of
| all your ways, exultant over your success
without saying much, although the old peo-
| Pile do talk it over by themseves-is taken
away forever.
Or there was your companion in life,
sharer of your joys and sorrows, taken,
leaving the heart an old ruin, where the i'll
winds blow over "A wide wilderness of desc
| latou, the sands of the desert driving across
| the place which once bloomed like the gar
den of God. And Abraham mourns for
| Sarah at the cave of Machpelah Going
along your path in life, suddenly right be
fore you was an open grave
People looked down, and they saw it was
only few feet deep and few feet wide,
but to you it was chasm down which went
all your hopes and all your expectations.
But cheer up in the name Of the Lord
Jesus Christ, the Comforter. ~ is not 60
ing to forsake you. Did the Lord take
that child out of your arms? Why's he is
| going to shelter it better than you could.
| He is going to array it in n white robe and
give it palm branch and have it all ready
to greet you at your coming home. Blessed
the broken heart that Jesus heals. Blessed
he importunate cry that Jesus compassion
ates. Blessed the weeping eye from which
the soft hand of Jesus wipes away the tear.
Some years ago | was sailing down the
St. John river, which is the Rhine and the
Hudson commingled in one scene of beauty
and grandeur, and while | was on the deck
of the steamer gentleman pointed out tC
me the places of interest, and he said, "All
this is interval land, and it is the riches
land in all the provinces of New Brunswick
and Nova Scotia"
val lands" well" he said, this land is
submerged for a part of the year. Spring
freshets come down, and all these plains
are overlooked with the water, and the wa
ter leaves a rich deposit, and when the wa
tiers are gone the harvest springs up, and
there is the grandest harvest that was ever
reaped." And ! instantly thought, 1T is
not the heights of the church and it is not
the heights of this world that are the
scenes of the greatest prosperity, but th5
; soul over which the floods of sorrow have
gone, the soul over which the freskets OF
tribulation have torn their way, that yields
the greatest fruits of righteousness, and
the largest harvest for time, and the rich
est harvest for eternity" Bless God that
your soul is interval land.
TIE FINAL Renaissance.
But these "reminiscences reach only tC
this morning. There is one more point Of
tremendous Renaissance, and that is tn,
last hour of life, when we have to look owe
I all our past existence. What a moment
that will be! | place Napoleon's dyn9
"Reminiscences on st. Helena beside Mrs. Jud
sons dying "reminiscences in the harbor o
: St. Helena, the same island 90 years after
Napoleon's dying "reminiscences was one o
delrium as he exclaimed, Head of thu
: ARMY" Mrs. Judson's dying "Reminiscences
as she came home from her missionary tot
y and her life of self sacrifice for God, dyint
in the cabin of the ship in the harbor of st
e Helena, was, Il always did love the Lore
c Jesus Christ" And then the historian
Q says she fell into sound sleep for an hou
u and woke amid the songs Of angels.
L place the dying "Reminiscences OF Angus
u tus Caesar against the dying reminiscent
Il of the Apostle Paul. The dying reminis