The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-08-07

/ there was bread on your table this morn
/ iuC, and that there shall be a shelter for
/ your head from the storm and there is
! air for your lungs, and blood for your
I heart, and light for your eve, and a glad
/ and glorious and triumphant religion for
/ your soul2
Perhaps your last trouble was a be
reayemeut. That heart which in child
/ hood was your refuge, the parental heart,
/ and which has been a source of the quick
| est sympathy ever since, has suddenly be-
/ come silent forever. And now sometimes,
! whenever in sudden annoyance and with
| out deliberation you say, Il will go and
| tell mother" the thought flashes on YOU
| II have no mother" Or the father, with
| voice less tender, but at heart as earnest
| and lOvtng-watchful of all your ways,
| eXultant over your success without say
! ing much, although 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 a wide wilderness of
desOlatiou, the sands of the desert driy-
ing 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,
/
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 awhile robe, and
give it q 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 l was sailing down the
St John river, which is the Rhine and
the Hudson 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: ''All this is interval land
and it is the richest land in all the
provinces of New Brunswick and Nova
Scotia"
What" said l. edo you mean by inter
val land" well, " he said, this land is
submerged for part of the year; spring
frCShets come down, and all these plains
water leaves a rich deposit and when the
waters are gone the harvest springs up,
and there is the grandest harvest that
was ever reaped And / instantly
thought: "It 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 sonl 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 harvest
for eternity. Bless God that your soul is
interval land"
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 NapOleOn's
dying Renaissance on ST Helena beside
Mrs. Judson's dying reminiscence in the
harbOr of St. Helena, the same island
| twenty years after. NapoleOns dying
reminiScence was one of delirium-as he
exclaimed, Head of the Armyw Mrs.
JudSOn's dying "reminiscences, as she
came home from her missionary toll and
her life of self-Sacritice for God diving in
| the cabin of the ship in the harhor of ST.
! Helena, was, Il always did love the Lord
| Jesus Christ" And then the historian
| 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 re-
! miniscence of Augustus Caesar was ad-
| dressing his attendants, Have I PLAYED
my part well on the stage of life?'' and
! they answered in the affirmative, and he
| said, Why, then, don'tyou applaud me2'
! The dying "Reminiscences of Paul the
Apostle was, Il have fought good fight,
| have finished my course, / have kept
the faith; hepceforth there is laid up for
| me a 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
| Caesar died amid pomp and great sur
| rOundings. Paul uttered his diving re-
miniscence looking up through the roof
! of dungeon. God grant that our dying
| pillow may be the closing of a useful life,
and the opening of a glorious eternity.