The free press. (Poplarville, Miss.) 1890-19??, 1893-09-14

I Is beautiful plaything. You look into the
laughing eyes. You examine the dinples in
ism. Beautiful plaything But on some
uightfall az you sit rocking that little one
voice seems to fall straight from the throne
Of God saving ''Tnat child is immortal
The stars shall die. bat that is an immortal
suns shall grow old with age and perish, but
that is an immortal"
Now. know with many OF you this is the
chief anxiety. You earnestly Wish your
children to grow up rightly. bat you md 1t
hard work to make them do as you WISH.
You check their temper. You correct their
gayvsrdness in the midnight your pillow 10
Ger with weeping. You have wrestled with
God in agony for the salvation OF your chill
dren. Yol ask me il all that anxiety has
been Intellectual. | answer. No. God IN
derstands your heart. He understands how
hard you have tried to make that daughter
DO right, though she is so very petulant and
reckless, and what pains you nave bestowed
in teaching that son TO walk IN the pain OF
uprightness. though he has such strong pro
clivitfes for dissipation.
! speak cheering word. God beard every
counsel you ever offered Him. God has
known all the sleepless nights you have
! passed. God has seen every sinking OF your
depressed spirit. God remembers your
prayers. He keeps eternal record OF your
anXieties, andin His lachrymat0ry-n such
/
glows and glitters besides the throne OF God
holds all those exbausting tears
The grass may DC rank upon your graves
and the letters upon your tomostones de-
faced with the elements before the olVihe
response will come, but He who hath de-
clared, 81 will be a God to thee and to tiny
seed after thee will not forget, and some
day In heaven while you are ranging the
fields OF light the gates OF pearl will swing
back and garlanded with glory that long
Maynard one will rush into your out
stretched arms OF welcome and triumph. Ibe
hills may depart, and the earth may burn,
and the stars lall, and time perish, but God
will break His oath and tranple upon His
promises-never never
Again, God keeps perpetual remembrance
OF all bereavements. These are the trials
that cleave the soul and throw the red hearts
OF men to be crushed in the wine press.
Troubles at the store you may leave at the
store MISREPRESENTATION and abuse OF the
world you may leave on the street where yon
found them. The lawsuit that would swallow
your honest accumulations may be lett III the
courtroom, But bereayements are home
troubles and there is no escape from them.
You will see that vacant chair. Your eye
will catch at the suggestive picture.
You cannot fly in the presence OF sucn Ills.
You go to Switzerland to get clear Of them
but. more sure footed than the mule that
takes you Up the Alps, your troubles climb
to the tptop and sit shiyerng on the GA
ciers. You may cross the seas. but they can
outsail the sWiftest steamer You may take
caravan and pat out across the Arabian des-
ert, but they follow you like simeon,
armed with sutfocation You plunge into
the Mammoth cave but they hang ike sta
lactites from the roof Of the great cavern.
They stand behind with skeleton fingers to
push you ahead Tney stand before you to
throw you back. They run upon you ike
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with cleaning spear. They seem to come
haphazard, scattering shots from the gun Of
a careless sportsman, But lot so. 1t is good
aim that sends them just right, for God is
the archer
This summer many of you will especially
feel your grief as you 90 to places where once
you were accompanied by those who are
gone now. Your troubles will follow you to
the seashore and will keep up with the light
ming express in which you speed away. Or,
tarrying at home, they will sit beside you by
day and whisper over your pillow night after
night. | want to assure YOU that you are
not left alone and that your weeping is heard
in heaven.
You will wander among the hills and say,
''Up this hill last year our boy climbed with
great glee and waved his cap from the top
or This is the place where our little girl put
flowers IN her hair and looked up in her
mothers face, until every drop OF blood in
your heart tingled with gladness and you
thanked God with a thrill OF rapture and you
lool; around as much as to say VINO
dashed out that light? Who filled this cup
with gall? What blast troze up these foun-
tains of the hearty
some of you have lost your parents within
the las- twelve months. Their prayers for
Won are ended. You take up their picture
and Try to call back the kindness that once
looked out from those old, wrinkled faces
.-.d spoke in such u trsmuious voice, aud
YOU say 1t Is 4 good picture but all the while
YOU feel that. alter ali it does not do justice,
and you would give almost anything-you
would cross the sea you would walk the
earth oyer-to hear jus. one word from those
I lips that T. few months ago used to call you
by your llrst name, though so long you your
self have been parent.
/ Now, you have done your best to hide yoIt
/ grief. loa smile wnen you 60 not feel like
! it. But though you may deceive the world,
/ God knows. He looks down upon the
empty cradle, upon the desolated nursery,
/ upon the stricken home and upon the
/ broken Leart, and says: This is the way
/ tnrash the wheat this is the way scour
Ny Jewels Cast thy burden on Ny arm,
/ and 1 will Sustain you. All those tears /
! have gathered into Ny bottle -
But what is the uss OF having so many
tears in Gods laehrymatory? III that great
casket or vase, why does God preserve all
J your troubles? Through all the ages of
/ eternity what use Of a great collection OF
! tears 1 do not know but that in some dis
| tant age OF heaven an angel OF God may look
| into the bottle and find it as empty of tears
| as the lachrymals OF earthenware dug up
from the ancient city. Where have the tears
| gone? What sprite OF hell hath been inyad-
| ing Gods palace and hath robbed the lachry-
matories? None. These were sanctihed
| sorrows, and those tears were changed into
pearls that are now set in the crowns and
| robes of the ransomed
walk up to examine this heavenly cor
onet cleaning brighter than the sun, and
cry, From what river depths OF heaven were
| those gems gathered?' anda thousand voices
reply, These are TRANSMITTED tears from
! Gods bottle" | scepters Of light
| stretch bed down from the throne OF those who
| on earth were trod ON OF men, and in every
| scepter point aud inlaid in every ivory stair
| OF golden throne | behold an indescrbabe
| richness and luster and cry, From whence
this streaming light-theso flashing pearls"
and the voices of the elders beforethe throne,
and of the martyrs under the altar, and OF
| the hundred and forty and four thousand
radiant on the CLASSY sea excaim, "Trans.
[ muted tears from Gods bottle"