The Penn's Grove record., 1893-11-17

cyalopedia' is an immortality unworthy of
ones ambition. for 1t will cease and is no i'm
mortality at all. oblivion! A hundred
years. But while I recognize this universal
slbmergence Of things earthly who wants to
pe forgotten? Not one of us.
Assent for a few weeks or months fro n
home. it cheers US TO know that we are r
membercd there. 1t is a phrase we have all
pronounced, 81 hope you missed me-" Meet
ing some friends from whom we have been
parted many years, we inquire, Did yon
aver see me before?" and they say, YES"
and call us by name, and we feel a delight
fu! sensation thrilling through their band
into orr hand. and running up from elbow
20 shoulder. and then parting, the one cur
rent OF delight ascending to the brow AMI
tho other descending TO the foot, moving
r0Un and round in concentric circles until
every merge and muscle and capacity otbody
aud mind and soul is permeated with dc
light.
A few DAYS ago, visiting the place OF my
5oyhool, I met one whom 1 had not seen
since we played together at ten years of age,
md ! had peculiar pleasure in pulling him
a little rs to who L was, and l can hardly de-
scribe the sensation as after awhile he num-
lied ont "Let me see. Yes, you are De
Witt" We all like to be remembered.
Now, I have to tell you that this oblivion
Of which l have spoken has its defeats, and
that there is no more reason why we should
NOT it ulSllllGlly anu NlNNlIN anu blOIlOlSlN
remembered five hundred million billion
trillion quadrillion quintillion years from
now than that we should be remembered six
weeks. am going to tell you how thethinS
eau be lone and will be done.
We may build this ''everlastins remem-
ORANGE" as my text styles it, into the super
nal existence of those to whom we do kind
nessas in this world. You must remember
that this inflrm and treacherous faculty
which we now cali memory is in the future
state to be complete and perfect. 'tEver-
lasting remembrnuceW Nothing will 81 p
the stout grip of that celestial faculty. Did
you help a widow pay her rent2 Did you
find for that man released from prison a
place to get honest work. Did you pick up
a child fallen on the curbstone, and by Il
stick OF candy put in his hand stop the hurt
on his scratched kneeP Did yon assure Il
business man, swamped by the stringency of
the money market, that times would after
| awhile be better
Did you lead a Magdalen OF the street into
a midnight mission, where the Lord said to
her ''Neither do I condemn thee go and sin
no more?" Did you tell a man, clear dis
Outraged In his waywardness and hopeless
| aud plotting suicide, that for him was near
by a laver in which he might wash, and a
,oronet of eternal blesse1nsss he might
! wear?
What are epitaphs in grayeyards. what are
! auiogiums in presence ofthoss whose breath
is in their nostrlls. what are unread biogrl-
phies in the alcoyes OF city library, COM
pared with the imperlshable records you
nave made in the illumined memories of
! those TO whom you did such kindnesses?
Forget them? They cannot forget them.
Notwithstanding all their might and SPLEEN
dor. there are some things the glori6ed of
neaven cannot do, and this Is one of them.
They cannot forget an earthly kindness
lone. They have 10 cutlass to part that
aN NH. l.- AV- a. bHau1 s-A~
oblivion that benefaction.
Has Paul forgotten the inhabitants of
Malta, who extended the island hospitality
when he and others. with him had felt, added
o Il shipwreci. the drenching rain and the
sharp cold? Has the victim of the highway
man on the road to Jericho forgotten the
Good Samaritan with a medicament of oil
and wine and a free ride TO the hostelry2
Have the English soldiers who went up to
God from the Crimean battletields forgotten
Florence Nightingale?
Through all eternity will the Northern ant
Southern soldiers forget the Northern and
southern women who administered to the
dying boys in blue and gray after the awful
fights In Tennessee and Pennsylvania and
Virginia and Georgia, which turned every
house and barn and shed into a hospital, and
i~ncarnadined the Susquehanna, and the
| James, and the Chattahoochee, and the Sa-
vannah with brave blood? The ~kindnesses
/ YOU do to others Will stand as long III Ine up
prec'ation of others as the gates OF heaven
| will stand, as the "House of Many Mansions"
will stand, as long as the throne of God will
stand.
Another defeat of oblivion will be found
in the character of those whom we rescue,
uplift or save. Character is eternal. Sup
pose by a right influence we aid in trans
forming a bad man into q good man, a dol
orous man into a happy man, a disheartened
man into q courageous man-every stroke of
that work done will be immortalized. There
may never be SO much as one line in a news
paper regarding it, or no mortal tongue may
ever Whisper il into human ear. but where
ever that soul shall go your work upon it
shall go, wherever that soul rises your work
upon it shall rise, and so long as that soul
will last your work on it will last.
Do you suppose there will ever come such
an idiotic lapse in the history OF that soul in
heaven that it shall forget that you invited
him TO Christ ; that you, by prayer or gospel
word, turned him round from the wrong way
to the right way? No such insanity will over
smite a heavenly citizen. 1t Is not half as
well on earth known that Christopher Wren
planned and built st. Pauls as it will be
Unknown In all heaven that you We're the in
~strumentality of building a temple for the
sky.
Weteach a Sabbath class, or put a Chris,
tian tract in the hand Of a passerby, or tes'
| tify for Christ in a prayer meeting, or preach
a sermon, and go home discouraged, as
| though nothing had been accomplished, when
we had been character building with a ma
,erial that no frost or earthquake or rolling
81 the centuries can damage or bring down.
There is no sublimer art in the world than
architecture. With pencil and rule and COM
pass the architect sits down alone and in ST.
ience, and evolves from his own brain a ca
lhedral, or a National capitol, or a massive
homa before he leaves that table, and then he
goes out and unrolls his plans, and calls car
penters and masons and artisans OF all sorts
to execute his design, and whenit is finished
he walks around the vast structure and sees
the completion of the work with high salts
action, and on a stone at some corner of the
Guiding the architects name may be chiseled.
But the storms do their work, and time, thai
axes down everything, will yet take dow
hat structure until there shall not be one
stone left upon another.
But there is a soul in heaven. Througi
your in~strumentality it was put there. Tn
der Gods grace you are the architect of 1t;
| eternal happiness. Your name Is written, no
on ona corner OF its nature, but lnwrought
into its every fiber and energy. Will the
storms OF winter wash out the story OF VIVA
you have wrought upon that spiritual struc-
tur0? No. There are no storms in that land,
and there is no winter. viii time wear Out
| the Inscription which shows your fidelity
No. Time is past, and it is an everlasting
now. Bnilt into the foundation OF that imper
isha5ie structure, built into its pillars, built
into its capstone, is your ~name-either the
name you have on earth or the name b,
which eelestials shall call you.
/ know the Bible says i'll one place tina,
God is a Jealous God, but that refers to the
work of those who worship some other god.
A true father is not Jealous OF his child
With what giee you show the picture your
child penciled, or q toy ship your chilt
hewed out, or recite the noble deed you
enid aoeompllsheIi AMI Col never wa
Jealous of a Joshua. never was jealous OF
Paul. never was Jealous of a Frances Haver
gal, never was jealous ofa man or womal
who tried TO heal wounl Is and wine ava
tears and lift burdens AMI save souls
aud while all Is of grace, and your sell
~abnegating utterance will be, "Not unit
us, NOT unto us, but unto Thy name
O Lord, give gioryl' you shall Away
feel a heavenly satisfaction in ever,
good thing you did on earth, and il icono
clasm. borne from beneath, should breal
through the gates of heaven and effaee on
record OF your earthly fidelity, methink
Christ would take one Of the nails OF Hi
own cross and write somewhere on the erys
tai or the amethyst, or the iacinth, or tn