Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1893-08-18

which will continue after the last hank Of
this world has exploded and the silver and
gold are molten in fires of burning world?
Have you. amid all your losses and discour-
agements, forgot that there was bread on
your table this morning and that there shall
be shelter Tor your head from the storm,
and there is air for your lungs and blood for
your heart and light for your eye aud a glad
and glorious and triumphant religion for
your soul?
Perhaps your last trouble was a bereave-
ment. That heart which In childhood was
your refuge. the parental heart. and which
has been a source of the quickest sympathy
ever since. has suddenly become silent for
ever. And now sometimes whenever in sud
den annoyance and without elaboration you
say. 'T will 20 and tell mother" the thought
flashes on you, ''I have no mother" Or the
father with voice less tender. but at heart as
earnest and loving-watchful OF all your
ways, exultant over your success without
saving much, although the old people do
talk Ii over by themselves-is taken away
forever.
Or there was your companion in life,
sharer of your joys ind sorrOws. taken, leav
ing the heart an old ruin, where the ill winds
blow over a 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 Machpelah. 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 a few feet wide, bit
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 a palm
branch and have it all ready to greet you at
your coming home. Blessed the broken
heart that Jesus heals. Blessed the i'm
Fortunate 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 Hud-
son commingled in one scene OF beauty and
grandeur, and while was on the deck of the
steamer a gentleman pointed out to me the
places of interest, and he said, "An this is
interval land. and it is the richest land in all
the provinces Of New Brunswick and Nova
Scotia
"What," said I. ''do you mean by interval
land?' ''Well," he said, ''this land is sub
merged for q 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 instantly thought. ut is not the
of this world that are the scenes of the great
est prosperity, but the soul over which the
Hoods Of sorrow have gone, the soul over
which the freshets of tribulation have torn
their way, that yields the greatest fruits Of
righteousness, and the largest harvest for
time, and the richest for eternity" Bless
God that your soul is interval land.
But these "reminiscences reach only to this
morning. There is only one more point OF
tremendous "reminiscences, 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 Napoleon's dying rem
iniscence on st. Helena beside Mrs. Judson' S
dying "Reminiscences in the harbor Of st.
Helena-the same island-20 years after.
NapOleon's dying reminiscence was one Of
deirium as he exclaimed. "'Head OF the
army!'' Mrs. Judson's dying Renaissance,
as she came home from ner missionary toll
and her life of self sacrifice for God dying
in the cabin of the ship in the harbor Of st.
Helena. was. ~ always did love the Lord
Jesus Christi And then. the historian says,
she fell into a sound sleep for an hour and
woke amid the songs Of angels.
Iplace the dying "Reminiscences OF Augustus
Caesar against the dying "reminiscences of the
Apostle Paul. The dying "Reminiscences of
Augustus Caesar was, addressing his atten-
dants, "Have played ny part we'll on the
stage of iife?'' and they answered in the af-
firmative. and he said: "Why, then, don't
you applaud me-! Inc dying Renaissance
of Paul the Apostle was: II have fought a
good fight, I have finished my course. I have
kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up
for me crown of righteousness, which the
Lord, the righteous Judge, will give me in
that day, and not to me only, but to all them
that love His appearing
Augustus Cesar 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 useful life and
the opening of a glorious eternity.