Connecticut western news., 1893-09-21

II we d5h CO nave our Id1CQ 1nCreaS0Q, although it may come by widely dh- ferent process than that which we ex- pected, our confidence will surely be augmented.
 Oh, put 1t in every rrayer you ever make between your next breath and your last gasp, "Lord, increase our faith"-faith in Christ as our personal ransom from present guilt and eternal catastrophe; faith in the omnipotent Holy Ghost; faith in the Bible, the truest volume ever dictated or written or printed or read; faith in adverse providences, harmonized for our best welfare; faith in a judgment day that will set all things right which have for ages been wrong.
 Increase our faith, not by fragile ad- dition, but by an infnitude of recupera- tion. Let us do as we saw it done in the country while we were yet in our teens, at the old farmhouse after long drought, and the we'll had been dried, and the cattle moaned with thirst at the bars, and the meadow brook had ceased to run, and the grass withered, and the corn was shriveled up, and one day
 
 then congregation of clouds on the sky, and then startling flash, and then drenching rain, and father and mother put barrels under every spout at the cor ners of the house and set pails and buck cts and tubs and pans and pitchers to catch as, much as they could of the show CT. For in many of our souls there has been long drought of confidence and in many no faith at all. Let us set out all our affections, all our hopes, all our contemplations, all our prayers, to catch a mighty shower. Lord, increase our faith" .
 I like the way that tho minister's wid- ow did in Elisha's time, when, after the family being very unfortunate, her two sons were about to be s.ld for debt, and she had nothing in the house but a pot of oil, and at Elisl.as direction she bor- rowed from her neighbors all the vessels she could borrow. and then began to pour out the oil into those vessels and kept on pouring until they were all full, and she became an oil merchant with more assets than liabilities, and when she cried, Bring me yet vessel" the answer came, "There is not vessel more" So let us take what oil of faith we have and use it until the supply shall be miraculously multiplied. Bring on your empty vessels, and by the power of the Lord God of Elisha they shall be filled until they can holl no more of jubilant, all inspiring and triumphant faith. .. RESUSITATIoN. ..
 What frightful time we had few days ago down on the coast of Long Is- land, where have been stopping. That archangel of tempest which, with it's awful wings, swept tho Atlantic coast from Florida to Newfoul dland did not spare our region. A few miles away, at Southampton, saw the bodies of four men whom the storm had slain and the sea had cast up. As stood there among the dead bodies said to myself, and I said aloud: "These men represent homes What will mother and father and wife and children say when they know thisY'
 Some of the victims were unknown. Only the first name of two of them was found out-Charley and William. wondered then and wonder now if they will remain unknown and if some kin dred far away may be waiting for their coming and never hear of the rough way of their going. I saw also one of the three who had come in alive, but more dead than alive. The ship had become helpless six miles out, and as one wave swept the deck and went down on the furnaces till they missed and went out the cry was, "Oh, my God, we are lostl" Then the crew put on life preseryers, one of the sailors saying to the other, We will meet again on the shore, and, if not, well, we must all go some time"
 Of the 23 men who put on the life preservers, only lived to reach the beach. But what scene 1t was as the good and kind people of Southampton, led on by Dr. Thomas, the great and good surgeon of New York, stood watch ing the sailors struggling in the break CTS. "Are you still aliveT' shouted Dr. Thomas to one of them out in the break CTS, and he signaled yes and then went into unconsciousness. Who should de the most for the poor fellows and how to resuscitate them were the questions that ran up and down the beach at South ampton.
 How the men and women on the shore stood wringing their hands, impatiently waiting for the sufferers to come within reach, and then they were lifted up and carried indoors and waited on with as much kindness and wrapped as warmly as though they had been the princes of the earth. Are they alive?' "Are they breathing" Do you think they will live?' ''What can we do for themY' were the rapid and intense questions asked, and so much money was sent for the clothing and equipment of the un- fortunates that Dr. Thomas had to make proclamation that no more money was needed. In other words, all that day 1t was resuscitation.
 And this is the appropriate word for us this morning as we stand and look off upon this awful sea of doubt and un. belief on which hundreds are this mo- ment being wrecked. Some of them were launched by Christian parentage on smooth seas and with promise for prosperous voyage, but Voltaire cy- clone struck them on one side, and Tom Paine cyclone struck them on the other side, and bad habit cyclone struck them on all sides, and they have foun- dered far away from shore, far away from God, and they have gone down or are washed, ashore with no spiritual life left in them.
 But, thank God, there are many here today with enough faith left to encour- age us in the effort at their resuscitation. All hands to the beachl With a confi- dence in God that takes no denial, let us lay hold of theml Fetch them out of the breakers! Bring gospel warmth and gospel stimulus and gospel life to their freezing souls! Resuscitationl Resuscitationl