News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1893-08-10

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 a 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 glorious and triumphant reli-
gion for your soul?
Perhaps your last trouble was a be-
reavement. That heart which in child
hood was your refuge, the parental
heart, and which has been a source Of
the quickest sympathy ever since, has
suddenly become silent forever. And
now sometimes whenever in sudden an
noyance and without deliberation you
say, Il will go and tell mother" the
thought flashes on you, 81 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-is 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 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 Sarah at the cave of Mach
pelah. Going 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 to greet you at your coming
home. Blessed the broken heart that
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 I was
on the deck of the steamer gentleman
pointed out to me the places Of interest,
and he said, Cali this is interval land,
and it is the richest land in all the prov
inces of New Brunswick and Nova
Scotia
"What," said I, edo you mean by in
tsrval land?" ''Well," he said, "this land
is submerged for a part of the year.
Spring freshets come down, and all these
plains are overlooked with the water,
and the water leaves rich deposit, and
when the waters are gone the harvest
springs up, and there is the grandest
harvest that was ever reaped." And l
thought, cit is not the heights
of the church and it is not the heights of
this world that are the scenes of the
greatest prosperity, but the soul over
which the floods of sorrow have gone,
the soul over which the freshets of tribu-
iation have torn their way, that yields
the greatest fruits of righteousness, and
the largest harvest for time, and the
richest harvest for eternity" Bless God
that your soul is interval land.
THE LAST HOUR.
But these "reminiscences reach only to
this morning. There is one more point
of tremendous Renaissance, and that is
the last hour of life, when we have to
look over all our past existence. What
a moment that will be! place Napo-
Icons dying Renaissance ON st. Helena
beside Mrs. Judson's dying "reminiscences
in the harbor of st. Helena-the same
island-20 years after. Napoleon's dy-
ing Renaissance was one of delirium
as he exclaimed, "Head of the ARMY"
Mrs. Judson's dying Renaissance, as she
came home from her missionary toll and
her life of self sacrifice for God, dying
in the cabin CT the ship in the harbor of
st. Helena, was, 81 always did love the
Lord Jesus Christ" And then, the his
torian says, she fell into sound sleep
for an hour and woke amid the songs of
angels
place the dying Renaissance of Au-
gustus Caesar against the dying reminis-
cence of the Apostle Paul. The dying
VI Augustus SecodI vas,
addressing his attendants, "Have
played my part well ON the stage of
life?'' and they answered in the affirma-
tive, and he said, ''Why, then, don't you
applaud me?" The dying Renaissance
of Paul the Apostle was: 81 have fought
a good fight, have finished my course,
1 have kept the faith. Henceforth there
is laid up for me crown of righteous
ness, which the Lord, the righteous
Judge, will give me in that day, and not
to me only, but to all them that love his
Augustus Caesar died amid pomp and
great surroundings. Paul uttered his
dying Renaissance looking up through
the roof of a dungeon. God grant that
our dying pillow may be the closing of q
useful life and the opening of a glorious
eternity.