Connecticut western news., 1893-04-27

part of it in the persons of their repre- sentatives-some of them fresh from the sea. They have just landed, and they want to seek the house of God publicly to thank the Lord for their deliverance from cyclone and fog banks off New foundland. Every song sung, every prayer offered, every sermon preached in New York and Brooklyn and all along this sea coast in some shape goes all round the world. A Brooklyn pastorate is at the greatest altitude of conspicuity.
 PLACE FOR SHORT PASTORATEs.
 Again remark that Brooklyn pas torate is characterized by brevity. be- think myself of but three ministers of the gospel now preaching here who were preaching when I came to Brooklyn. Most of the pulpits around me have changed seven or eight times since my arrival.
 Sometimes the pastorate has been brief for one reason and sometimes for an- other reason. Sometimes the ministers of the gospel have been too good for this world, and heaven has transplanted them. Sometimes they changed places by the decree of their denomination. Some times they came with great blare of trumpets, proposing to carry everything before them, and got extinguished before they were distinguished. Some got preached out in two or three years and told the people all they knew. Some with holy speed did in short time work which it takes great many years to do.
 Whether for good or bad reasons . Brooklyn pastorate is characterized by brevity, not much of the old plan by which a minister of the gospel baptized an infant, then received hin into the church, after he had become an adult married him, baptized his children, mar ried them and lived on long enough to bury almost everybody but himself. Glorious old pastorates they were. Some of us remember them-Dr. Spring, Peter Labaugh, Dominic Zabriskie, Daniel Waldo, Abram Halsey.
 When the snow melted from their foreheads, it revealed the flowers of an unfading coronal. Pastorates of 30, 40, 50, 55 years continuance. Some of them had to be helped into the pulpit or into the carriage, they were so old and de- crepit, but when the Lords chariots halt ed one day in front of the old parsonage they stepped in vigorous as an athlete, and as we saw the wheels of fire whirling through the gates of the sunset we all cried out, My father, my father, the chariots of Israel and the horsemen there ofr'
 I Iremark again, Brooklyn pastorate Is characterized by it's happiness.
 No city under the sun where people take such good care of their ministers. In proportion as the world outside may curse congregation stands close up by the man whom they believe in. Brooklyn society has for it's foundation two ele- ments-the Puritanic, which always means quiet Sabbath, and the Holland ish, which means worshipful people. On the top of this an admixture of all na- tionalities-the brawny Scot, the solid English, the vivacious Irish, the polite French, the philosophic German-and in all this intermingling of population the universal dominant theory that a man can do as he pleases provided he doesn't disturb anybody else.
 BRACING CLIMATE.
 A delightful climate. While it is hard on weak throats, for the most of us it is bracing. Not an atmosphere made up of the discharged gases of chemical fac tories or the miasms of swamps, but coming painting right off 5000 miles of Atlantic ocean before anybody else has had chance to breathe iti All through the city society of kind, genial, gener- ous, sympathetic people. How they fly to you when you are in trouble! How they watch over you when you are sicki How tender they are with you when you have buried your deadl Brooklyn is good place to live in, good place to die in, & good place to be buried In. a good place from which to rise in the beautiful resurrection.
 to have 24 years of pastorate. During these years how many heartbreaks, how many losses, how many bereavementsi Hardly family of the church that has not been struck with sorrow. But God has sustained you in the past, and he will sustain you in the future. I exhort you to be of good cheer, O thou of the broken heart. Weeping may endure for night, but joy cometh in the morning." I wish over every door of this church we might have written the word Sympathy sympathy for all the young.
 We must crowd them in here by thou sands and propose radiant gospel that they will take on the spot. We must make this place so attractive for the young that young man will come here on Sabbath morning, put down his hat, brush his hair back from his forehead, unbutton his overcoat and look around wondering if he has not by mistake got into heaven. He will see In the faces of the old people not the gloom which some people take for religion, but the sunshine of celestial peace, and he will say, "Why, I wonder if that isn't the same peace that shone out on the face of my father and mother when they lay dyingr"
 And then there will come dampness | in his eyes through which he can hardly see, and he will 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 will put his head on the back of the pew in front and sob, "Lord God of the old people, help mep' We ought to lay a plot here for the religious capture of all the young people in Brooklyn.
 | CITY OF DEEP sYMPATHIEs.
 Yes, sympathy for the old. They have their aches and pains and distresses. They cannot hear or walk or see as well as they used to. We must be feverential 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 morning we shall miss them from their place, and we shall say, ''Where is Father So-and-so todayT' and the answer 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