The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1893-08-17

er sorrow. NllaC was Vt? Perhaps it
was sickness. The child's tread on the
stair or the tick Of the watch on the
stand disturbs you. Through the long
weary days you counted the figures in
the carpet or the flowers in the wall pa-
per. On, the WEAKNESS and exhalls.
tion. On, the burning panS3! Would
GOu 1T were morning, would God it
were night, were your frequent cry.
But You are better, perhaps even well
Have yOd thanked God that to day Won
can come out in the fresh air; that Won
are in this y ,Ce to hear GODS name
aud TO sing Gods praise and to implore
Gods help and to ask Gods torriye.
ness? Bless the Lord who hpaleth all
our diseases and redeemeth our lives
from destruction.
Perhaps your last sorrow was a fl
nanclal embarrassment. Congratu.
late some OF YOU on your lucrative pro-
lcSSSlon or occupation, Oh ornate I'D.
pdrel, on c0mmOuiJuS residence
everything You put your hand to seems
To turn TO gold. But there are others of
You who are like the ship on which
Paul sailed where two seas met, and
you are broken 10y the violence Of the
waves. by an mla1viSed Endorsement,
or by Il conjunction of unforeseen
events, or by fire or storm, or IL sense.
'Sop ptlilC, SOll ll'tNt DI'cl IllllU mead
long, and where you once dispensed
great charities now you have hard
work to make the two ends meet.
Have you forgotten to thank God for
your days of prosperity, and that
through your trials some OF You have
made delnveStmentS which will continue
after the last bank of this world HAS
exploded and the silver and gold arr,
molten in fires of Il burning world
lave you, amid all your losses and
dlScOuragrmrntS, forgot that there was
bread on your table tins morning, and
that there shalt ne Il shelter for your
head from the storm, and there IS air
| for your lungs, and blood for your
| heart, and light for your eye, and Il
! glad and glorious and triumphAnt re-
lglOn for your soul?
| Perhaps your last trouble was IL b".
| reavemrnL. That heart which in csi'u-
| hood WAS your refuge. the parental
| heart, ANA which has been Il source Of
| the quickest sympathy ever since, has
sud ltnly become silent forever. And
now sometimes, wherever III sudden
annoyance and without drllbrraLion
| you Say,"l Will 60 and tell mother.
| the thought flashes on you, Il have nu
| mother" Or the fat her, with voice less
| tender, but at heart As earnest and low
| lng--Watchiul Of all your ways, cNult.
ant over your success without Saying
| muCn, although tn" old people dU talk
| 1t over by thcmSrlv"S--lS taken away
| forever
Or there WAS Your companion in life
| Sliarer OF yOur JOYS and sorrows, taken
| leaving the heart IN old ruin, where the
Ill winds blow over IL wide wilderness
Of dcS0latlOn, the sands Of the dessert
driving across the place which once
l ll l,l I,.... 4 4
| Abraham mOurnS for Sarah at the cav,
oi Machp"lah. Going at"ng ynur path
in lite, Suad"nly riIhL lr'orr v0i Wa.
an open grave.
People looked down, and they SlW il
Was OnlYa few feet deep and Il few
feet wide, but to yuu il wAHH chann
down which went all your holrS ;,nt
! all your expectations.
l;ut cheer mp in the maine o! the
| Lord .jrSnS Christ, th" "Omtnrtrr. II,
IL not gong to IOrSAk" you. Did tht
! LORD take that clnld Uul Of your arms,
why, he is going to Shrltrr it. hrttcl
, than you could. IL" il going tn arYN
IT. in white rope ami give it paln
branch and have it all ready TO gree
you nj your coming home. l;lrSS"d Tin,
broken heart that Jesus heals. BrSvr,
| the lmpOrtlnatr cry that Jesus com
| paSSlOnatrS. blessed IN" weeping eve
from which tho SOFT hand OF Jesus
| wipes away the tcHr.
| Somc years ago | Was sailing down
| the st. John river, Whlch is the nhin"
| ana the Hudson clmmiuglrG in ore
| scene of beauty grandeur, while was
| on the deck of the steamer Il gentleman
| poin,rd out Co me the places of Interest.
and he said, "Ali Tins Is interval land,
| and it is tn" richest land in all the
provinces Of New IirnnSWirk and
| Nova scotia"
"What." said |. edo ven m"an hr III
t,'rval laId?" "WeD," hc sllH, this is
submerged fer Il part of the wear.
| Spring ircShrtS come uoWm, ami AlI
| thcS plains are OVrrllOWed with the
water, and the water leaves u ich de
pOSit, and when the waters are gone
| The harvest springs up, and there is lhp
| granurSt harvest that was ever rpaprd. -
| And instantly Thought, eft is not the
| heights OF the church and il is not the
| heights of this world that ar" the
| SCENES OF the greatest prosperity. but
| the soul Over WhiCh the floods OF sOr.
| row have gone, the soul over which the
| trcShrlS of trhniation have torn their
| way, that yields the greatest fruits OF
| righteousness. anh the largest harvest
| for time, and the richest harvest for
| eternity" Bless Cod that your soul is
| interval land.
But these "reminiscences reach OF ly
| TO tins morning. There is one more
| point OF tremendous "Reminiscences. and
that is the last hour Of life, when we
| have to look over AL our past exist
| encc. What Il moment that will be.
| place Napolcon'S dying rcminiSCcnce
| on st. Helena beside Mrs. JudS)n'3 dy-
| my "reminiscences in the harbOr O! ST.
| Helena, the same island 20 years after
| Napoleon'S dying "reminiscences was ONE
Of dclirium rs he exclaimed, Head OF
the army" Mrs. JudSon'S diving re.
| mlnlScence, aS she cam" home from
her missionary toll and her hfr of self
sacrifice for God, dying IN the cabin Of
the ship In the harhnr Of ST. lIrienn
was, Il always did love the Lord Jesus
Christi. And then the historian says
she fell into 4 sound sleep for an houI
and woke amid the songs of angles.
| place the dying "reminiscences of
Augustus Go Sar against the dying rr.
minisCencc of the apostle Paul. The
dying "reminiscences Of NnEISll Go $ IT.
| was. addressing his at tpDdnDiS "IInV,