The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1893-06-09

bring to the graves Of your dead all
bright thoughts and congratulations and
bid them think of victory and redemp-
ton. Istamp ON the bottom of the grave,
and it breaks through into the light and
the glory of heaven.
The ancients used to think that the
straits entering the Red sea We're very
dangerous places, and they supposed
that every ship that went through those
straits would be destroyed, and they
were In the habit of putting on weeds Of
mourning for those who had gone ON
that voyage, as though they were actu-
ally dead. Do you know what they called
those straits? They call them the "Gate
of Tears" Oh, stand today at the gate
Of tears through which many of your
loved ones have gone, and want to tell
you that all are not shipwrecked that
have gone through those straits into the
great ocean stretching out beyond.
The sound that comes from that other
shore ON still nights when we are wrap
ped in prayer makes me think that the
departed are not dead. We are the dead
we who toll, we who weep, we Who
sin-we are the dead. How my heart
I aches for human sorrow! This sound Of
breaking hearts that hear all about me!
This last look of faces that will never
brighten again! This last kiss of lips
that never will speak again! Thiswidow-
hood and orphanage! Oh, when will the
day of sorrow be gone?
AN INCIDENT.
After the sharpest winter the spriug
dismounts from the shoulder of a south.
ern gale and puts its warm hand upon
the earth, and in its palm there comes
the grass, and there come the flowers,
and God reads over the poetry of bird
and brook and bloom and pronounces it
very good. What, my friends, if every
winter had not its spring, and every
night its day, and every gloom its glow,
and every bitter now its sweet hereafter:
If you have been on the sea, you know,
as the ship passes in the night, there is a
/ phosphorescent track left behind it, and
as the waters roll up they toss with un.
imaginable splendor. Well, across this
great ocean of human trouble Jesus
walks. Oh, that in the phosphorescent
track of his feet we might all follow and
be illumined!
There was gentleman in the rail car
who saw in that same car three passen.
gers of very different circumstances
The first was a maniac. He was care
fully guarded by his attendants; his
mind, like ship dismasted, was beat
ing against a dark, desolate coast, from
which no help could come. The trai
stopped, and the man was taken out int
the asylum to waste away perhap,
through years of gloom. The seconl
passenger was a culprit. The outraged
law had seized on him. AS the car.
jolted the chains ratified. On his face
were crime, depravity and despair. The
train halted, and he was taken out to thu
penitentiary, to which he had been con
demned. There was the third passen
ger under far different circumstances
She was bride. Every hour was gay
as a marriage bell. Life glittered ani
beckoned. Her companion was taking
her to his fathers house. The train
halted. The old man was there to wei
come her to her new home, and hi
white locks showed down upon her a
he sealed his word with fathers kiss.
| Quickly we fly toward eternity w,
will soon be there. Some leave this lif,
condemned culprits. They refused a par
don; they carry their chains. Oh, ma,
it be with us that, leaving this aeetin:
life for the next, we may find our Fathe
ready to greet us to our new home will
him forever. That will be a marriag
banquet Fathers welcome! Father
bosom! Fathers kiss! Heaven! Heaven