Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1893-03-10
Y. q. BISHOP, Island Pond, IL

etF Npiu SilOulubF.
But notice that some one must take ths
storm for the chickens. Ahl the hen takss
the storm. / have watched her. under the
pelting ram. l have seen her in the pinch
ing frosts almost frozen to death or almost
strangled in this waters and what a fight
sue makes FOR the Young under wing IL a
dog or hawk or a man comes too neari And
so the hroofing Christ takes the storm for
US: What food OF anguish and tears that
did not dash upon His holy soul! What
6aak OF torture did not pierce His vitalsi
What BARKING Cerbsrus Of hell was not let
out upon Him from the kennals!
What He endured. Oh, who oan tell,
To save our souls fro death .nd hell
Yes, the hen took the storm for the chick.
ems, AMI Christ takes the storm for us Onca
the tempest rose 20 suddenly the hen could
not get with her young back from the new
ground to the barn, al there she is under
the fence half dead. And now the rain turns
10 snow, and 1t is an awful night and In the
morning the whiteness about the gills and
the oeak down in the mud show that the
mother is dead, and the young ones come
out and cannot understand why the mother
does not scratch for them something to eat.
and they walk over her wings and call with
their tiny voicas, but there Is no answering
cluck. She took the storm for others and
perished. Poor thingi Self sacrificing even
unto DEATH
And does 1t not make you think OF Him
who endured all for usi So the wings under
which We come for spiritual safety are blood
spattered wings, are night shattered wings,
are tempest torn wings. In the Isle Of
Wight l saw the grave of Princess Eliza
beth, who died while a prisoner at Caris-
brook castle, her finger on an open Bible
and pointing to the worls Come unto Ne
all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and /
will give you rest" Oh come under the
wingsl
But now the summer day is almost passed,
AMI the shadows Of the house and barn and
wagon she'd have heightened. The farmer,
with scythe or hos on shoulder, Is returning
from the fields The oxen are unyoked.
The horses are crunchiug the oats at the full
bin. The air is bewitchei of honeysuckle
and wild brier. The milkman. pail In hand,
is approaching the barnyard. The fowls
keeping early hours are collecting their
young, "Cluckr ''Cluckr' ''Cluckp and
soon all the eyes OF that feathered nursery
are closed.
The bachelors Of the winged tribe have
assembled to their perch, but the hens, in q
motherhood divinely appointed, take all the
risk OF slumber on the ground, and all
night long the wings will stay outspread,
and ths little ones will not utter a sound.
Thus at sundown, lovingly, safely, com.
pletely, the hen broods her young. 80, il
we are ths Lords, the evening OF our life
will come. rhe heats of the day will have
passed.. There will be shadows and we can
not Sc, far. The work OF life will be about
ended.
The hawks OF temptation that hovered in
the sky will have gone to the woods aud
folded their wings Sweet silences will come
down. The air will be redoleut with the
breath OF whole arbors Of promises sweetsr
than jasmine or evening primrose. The air
may pe little chill, but Cnrist will call US,
ami we will know the voice and heed the
call, an We will come under the wings for
the night-the strong wings, the soft wings,
the warm wings-and without fear and In
full sense OF safety, and then we will rest
from sun Town to sunrise, 'as hen gather
eth her chickens unier her wing" Dear
me, how many souls the Lori hath thus
bro oied'
Mothers after watching over sick cradles
and then watching after war; over ayward
sons and daughters at last themselves taken
care of by motherly God. Business men,
after lifetime stru ygling with the uncsr-
taintieS of money markets, and the change
of tariffs, and the underselliug Of men who
because of their dishonesties can afford to
undersell, and ye lrs OF disappointment and
struggle, at last under wings where nothing
can perturb them any more than q bird OF
prey which is ten miles off disturbs chick
at midnight brooded in barnyard
My text has its strongest application for
people who were born In the country,
wherever you may now live, and that is the
majority of you. You cannot hear my text
without having all the rustic scenes Of the
Did farmhouse come back to you. Good old
days they were. You knew nothing much
of the world, for you had not seen the
world.
By law OF association you cannot recall
the brooding hen and her chickens without
seeing also the barn, and the haymow, and
the wagon shed, and the house. and the
room where you played, and the freside
with the big backlog before which you sat,
AMI the neighbors and the burial, aud the
wedding, and the deep snowbanks, and hear
the village bell that called you to worship.
and seeing the horses which, after pulling
you to church. stood around the old clap
boarded meeting house, and those who sat at
either end OF the church pew an indeed all
the scenes Of the first IA years. and you
think Of what you were then and of what
you are now, and all these thoughts are
aroused by the sight of the old hencoop.
Some OF you had better go back and start
again. In thou yht return TO that place aud
hear the cuck and ses the outspreai feath-
ers and come uu ler the wing AMI make the
Lord your portion and shelter and warmth,
preparing for everything that may come,
and so avoid being classe among those de.
scribsd by the closing words OF my text "as
hen gathereth her clicksns under her
wing, and ye would not" Ah, that throws
the responsibility u1on us! "Ye would
not" Alas, for the "woud notsr' II the
wandering broois Of the farm heel not their
mothers call and risk the hawk aud dare the
freshet AMI expose themselves to the frost
aud storm, surely their calamities are not
their mothers fault. aye would not" God
would, hut how many would noti
| When good man asked a young woman
| who had a6au ioned her home and who was
| deploring her wretcheiuesS why she did not
return, the reply was: II dare not 60 home.
NV father is so provoked he would not re-
ceive me home" "rhen," said the Christian
man, II VIII test this" And so he wrote To
the father, ani the reply came back and in q
letter marked outside "Imn nsdiate." and in
side saying, Let her cone at once; all L
forgiven" 81 Gods invitation for you II
markell "lmmsdiate" on the outside, ant
inside it is written, "He will abundantly
pardon"
Oh, We wanderers from Col and happi-
ness and home and heaven, come under thu
sheltaripg VIM. Under this call l ses you
turning from your old way to the new way
the living way, the gospel way. A vessel IL
the Bristol channel was nearing the rock
called the 'Steep Holmes" Under tue tenn
pest the vessel was unmanageable, and tn
only hope was tdat the tide would chang
before she struck the rocks aud went down
and so the captain stool on the deck, watct
iu hani. Captain and crew and passenger
were pallid with terroL Taking anothe
look at his watcl and another look at th
sea he shoutsi: "rhank God, We are saved
The tide has turnedl One minute more an
we would have struck the rocks"
Some OF you have been long while drift
ing in the tempest OF sin and sorrow an
have been making for the breakers. Than
God the tide has turned. Do you not fee
: the lift OF the billowI Ths gracs OF Go
, that bringeth salvation has appeared to you
SOU, and In the words OF BJaz to Ruth
, commend you to "Shs Lori God OF Israe
under whose wings thou hast come
trust"
, Mrs. Emma P. Ewing, OF a New Yol