The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1893-08-11

you counted the figures on the carpet OF
the flowers in the wall paper. Oh, H.
WEAKNESS and exhaustion! Oh, the burn
ing pangs Would God II were morn
ing, would God it were night, were youi
frequent cry. But you are better-pe.,
haps even we'll. 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 implCre Gods help, and toask
Gods forgiveness? Bless the Lord who
healeth all our diseases and redeemeth
our lives from destruction.
Perhaps your last sorrow was finan-
cial embarrassment. congratulate
some of you ON your lucrative protest., l
or occupation, on ornate apparel, on .
commodious residence-everythin y,
put your hand to seems to turn to gold
But there are others Of you who are Ill ,
the ship on which Paul sailed where two
seas met, and you are broken by the vio-
lence of the waves. By an unadvised
Endorsement, or by conjunction of ml-
foreseen events, or by fire or storm, or a
senseless panic, you have been flung
headlong, and where you once dispensed
great charities now you have hard work
to make the two ends meet.
THANK GOD FOR PROSPERITY.
Have you forgotten to thank God for
your days of prosperity, and that throus h
your trials some of you have made i'll
vestments which will continue after the
last bank of this world has exploded and
the silver and gold are molten in fires of
burning world? Have you, amid all
your losses and discouragements, forgot
that there was bread on your table this
morning and that there shall be shell
ter 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 glorions and triumphant reli-
gion for your soul?
Perhaps your last trouble was be-
reavement. That heart which in child
~hood was your refuge, the parental
heart, and which has been source of
the quickest sympathy ever since, has
suddenly become silent forever. And
now sometimes whenever in sudden an
noyance and without elaboration you
say, Il will go and tell mother" the
thought flashes on you, II have no moth
er." Or the father, with voice less ten
der, but at heart as earnest and loving
watchful of all your ways, eXultant over
your success without saying much, al
though the old people do talk it over by
themselves-i 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
desolation, the sands Of the desert driving
across the place which once bloomed
like the garden of God. And Abraham
mourns for carah at the cave of Mach
pelah. Goirg along your path in life
suddenly, right before 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 a chasm down
which went all your hopes and all your
expectations.
But cheer up in the name of the Lord
Jesus Christ, the comforter. He is not
going to forsake you. Did the Lord take
that child out of your arms? Why, he
IS going to shelter it better than you
could. He is going to array it in white
robe and give it palm branch and have
it all ready 10 greet you at your comm :
home. Blessed the broken heart thu
Jesus heals. Blessed the importunate
cry that Jesus compassionates. 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 to me the places Of interest,
and he said, ''All this is interval land,
and it is the richest land in all the prov
lnces of New Brunswick and Nova
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