The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1893-05-05

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peace, and he will say: 'sWhy, i
| wonder If that isn't the same peace
that shone out on the face of my father
and mother when they lay dying?"
And then there will come dampness
in his eyes through which he can
| hardly see, and he viii close his eyes
to imprison the emotion; but the hot
tear will break through the fringes of
eyelashes and drop upon the coat sleeve.
He win put his head on the back of the
pew in front and sob: Lord God of the
old people, help mel" We ought to lay
plot here for the religious capture of
all the young people in Brooklyn.
Yes, sympathy for the old. They
have their aches and pains and dis.
tresses. They can not hear or walk or
see as well as they used to. We must
be reverential in their presence. On
dark days we must help them through
the aisle, and help them find the place
in the hymn-book. Some Sabbath morn
ing we shall miss them from their
place, and we shall say: "Where is
Father So-and-so to-day?" and the an
swer will be: "What, haven't you
heard? The Kings wagons have taken
Jacob up to the palace where his Joseph
IS yet alive"
sympathy for business men. Twenty
four years of commercial life in New
York and Brooklyn are enough to tear
ones nerves to pieces. We want to
make our Sabbath service here a
rescue for all these martyrs of traffic, a
foretaste of that land where they have
no rents to pay, and there are no busi-
ness rivalries, and where riches, instead
of taking wings to fly away, brood over
other riches.
Sympathy for the fallen, remem-
bering that they ought to be pitied
as much as man run over with
| rail-train. The fact is that, in
the temptations and misfortunes of life,
they get run over. You and /, in the
same circumstances, would have done as
badly; we should have done worse, per-
haps. If you and had the same evil
surroundings, and the same evil parent
age that they had, and the same ma
tive-born proclivities to evil that they
had, you and 1 should have been in the
penitentiary, or outcasts of society.
NO" says some self-righteous man,
al couldn't have been overthrown in
that way" You old hypocrite, you
would have been the first to fall!
We want in this church to have SYM
pathy for the worst man, remembering
he is brother; sympathy for the worst
woman, remembering she is a sister. If
that is not the Gospel, do not know
what the Gospel is. All! yes; SYM
pathy for all the troubled; for the
ba in fo,.
hood with it's weak arm fighting for
bread; for the household which erst re-
sounded with merry voices and patter-
ing feet, now awfully still-broad-
winged sympathy, like the feathers of
the Almighty-warm-bl -blooded sympa-
thy, everlasting sympathy-sympathy
which shows itself in the grasp of the
hand, in the glittering tear of the eye,
in the consoling word of the mouth
sympathy of blankets for the cold, of
bread for the hungry, of medicine for
the sick, of rescue for the lost. Sym
pathy!
Profiting by the mistakes of the past,
must do better work for you and bet
ter work for God. Lest 1 might,
through some sudden illness or casual
ty, be snatched away before 1 have the
the opportunity of doing so, take this
occasion to declare my love for you as
people. 1t is different work if a
pastor is placed in a church already
built up, and he is surrounded by es-
tablished circumstances. There are
not ten people in this church who have
not been brought into the church
through my ministry. You are my
E. e. II Z, 1ar-r
as / do in my residence on Oxford
street. You are my family-my father,
my mother, my sister, my son, my
daughter. You are my joy and crown,
the subject of my prayers.
And then the dear children. o! how
many have gone out of this church. You
could not keep them. You folded them
in your arms and said: 80! God, l can
not give them up. Take all else, take
my property, take my reputation, but
let me keep this treasure, Lord, can
not bear this"
But now those years are gone. IT
you neglected you duty, if have neg
lected my duty, it is neglected forever.
Each year has its work. i the work is
performed within the twelve months,
it is done forever. If neglected, it is
neglected forever.
When a woman was dying she said:
stCau them back" They did not know
what she meant. She had been a
disciple of the world. She said: "Oh,
call them backr' They said: "Who do
YOU want us to call back?" 'Oh," she
said, "call them back, the days, the
months, the years, have wasted. Call
them backI' But you can not call them
back; you can not call year back, or
month back, or a week back, or an
hour back. or a second back. Gone
once, it is gone forever.
When a great battle was raging
messenger came up and said to the gen.
eral. who was talking with an officer:
General, we have taken standard
from the enemy" The general kept
right on conversing with his fellow
officer, and the messenger said
again: General, we have taken
a standard from the enemy"
Still the general kept right on,
and the messenger lost his patience, not
having his message seemingly appre-
ciated, and said again: General, we
have taken a standard from the enemy"
The general then looked at him and
said: ssTake another" AhI forgetting
the things that are behind, let us look
to those that are before. Win another
castle, take another standard, gain an
other victory.
Roll on, sweet day of the worlds
emancipation, when 'the mountains
and the hills shall break forth into
singing. and all the trees of the wood
shall clap their hands, and instead OF