News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1893-12-28

his heart, or he will set it in the vase of
the palace eternal. 1.-THE Lord gave,
and the Lord hath taken away; blessed
be the name of the Lord" Peace, trou-
bled soull 1 put the balm on your
wounded heart tonight. The morning
star, the morning star of the Redeemer.
Again, Christ heralds the dawn of
millennial glory. 1t is night in China,
night in India, night in Siberia, night
for the vast majority of the world s
population. But it seems to me there
are some intimations of the morning.
All Spain is to be brought under the
influence of the gospel. What is that
light 1 see breaking over the top of the
Pyrenees? The morningl Yea, all Italy
shall receive the gospel. She shall have
her schools and her colleges and her
churches. Her vast population shall
surrender themselves to Christ. What
is that light see breaking over the top
of the Alps? The morning. All India
shall come to God. Her idols shall be
cast down. Her juggernauts shall be
broken. Her temples of iniquity shall
be demolished What is that light
see breaking over the top of the Hima-
layas? The morning. The empurpled
clouds shall gid the path of the con-
quering day. The Hottentot will come
out of his mud howell to look. at the
dawn; the Chinaman will come up on
the granite cliffs, the Norwegian will
get up on the rocks, and all the beach
OF heaven will be crowded with oeles-
tial inhabitants come out to see the sun
rise over the ocean of the world s
agony. They shall come from the east,
and from the west, from the north, and
from the south, and sit down i'll the
kingdom of God. These sweltered I'M
der tropical suns. These shiyered UNI
der Icelandic temperature. These pluck
ed the vineyards in Italy. These pack
ed the teaboxes in China. These We're
aborigines lifting up their dusky faces
in the dawn. And the wind shall watt
it, and every mountain shall become
TRANSPORTATION, and the sea will become
the walking place of him who trod the
wave cliffs of stormy Tiberias, and the
song of joy shall rise toward heaven,
and the great sky will become a sound
ing board which shall strike back the
shout of salvation to the earth until it
rebounds again to the throne of the AL
mighty, and the morning star of Chris
tan hope will become the full sunburst
of millennial glory.
Again, Christ heralds the dawn of
heaven upon every Christians dying
pillow. / suppose you have noticed
that the characteristics of people in
their healthy days are very apt to be
their characteristics in their dying days.
The dying words of ambitious Napoleon
were, Head of the army" The dying
words of poetic Lord Byron were, Il
must sleep now" The dying words of
affectionate Lord Nelson were, kiss
me, Hardy" The dying words of Vol
taire were, as he saw one whom he sup
posed to be Jesus in the room, Crush
that wretch" But 1 have noticed that
the dying words of Christians always
mean peace. Generally the pain is all
gone, and there is great quietude
through the room. AS one Of these
brothers told me of his mother in the
last moment: "She looked up and said,
pointing to some supernatural being
that seemed to be in the room, Look
at that bright form. Why, they have
come for me now. =
The lattice is turned so that the light
is very pleasant. 1t is peace all around.
You ask yourself: Why, can this be
dying room? 1t is SO different from
anything l ever expected. And you
walk the floor, and you look out of the
window, and you come back and look
at your watch, and you look at the face
of the patient again, and there is no
Change, except that the face is becom-
fng more radiant, more illuminated.
The wave of death seems coming up
higher and higher, until it has touched
the ankle, then it comes on up until it
touches the knee, and then it comes on
up until it reaches the girdle, and then
it comes on mp until it reaches the lip,
and the soul is about to be fioated away
into glory, and you roll back the pa
TENTS sleeve, and you put your finger
ON the pulse, and it is getting weaker
and weaker, and the pulse stops, and
you hardly know whether the life has
gone or not. Indeed, you cannot tell
when she goes away, she goes away so
calmly. Perhaps it is o'clock in the
morning, and you have the bed wheel
ed around to the window, and the dy-
ing one looks out into the night sky,
sad she sees something that attracts her
attention, and you wonder what it is.
Why, it is a star. 1t is a star that
out of its silver rim is pouring super
natural light into that dying expert
ence. And you say, ''What is it that
you are looking att" She says, 1T is
seems so well to please you?'' "Oh,"
she says, that is the morning star
Jesus!" l would like to have my death
bed under that evange@stic start
would like to have my eye on that star,
SO could be assured of the morning.
Then the dash of the surf of the sea of
death would only be the billowing up
of the promise, when thou passest
through the waters, will be with thee,
and the rivers, they shall not overflow
thee" All other lights will fail-the
light that falls from the scroll of fame,
the light that flashes from the gem in
the beautiful apparel, the light that
flames from the burning lamps of a
banquet-but this light burns ON and
burns on. Paul kept his eye on that
morning star, until he could say:''I
am now ready to be offered, and the
time of my departure is at hand. l have
fought the good fight. have finished
my course. / have kept the faith. -
Edward Payson kept his eye on that
star until he could say, 1.-THE breezes of
heaven fan me,' DR.. Goodwin kept
his eye on that evangelistic star until
he could say, II am swallowed up in
God. :" John Tenant kept his eye on
that evangelistic star until he could
say, Welcome, sweet Lord Jesus
welcome, eternity No other star ever
pointed a mariner into so safe harbor.
No other star ever sunk its silvered an
Choir into the waters. No other star
ever pierced such accumulated cloud,
or beckoned with such holy luster.
With lanterns and torches and
guide, we went down in the Mammoth
cave of Kentucky. You may walk IA
miles and see no sunlight. 1t is a stu
pendous place. Some places the roof of
the cave a hundred feet high. The grot-
toes filled with weird echoes, cascades
falling from invisible height to invisible
depth. Stalagmites. rising up from the
floor of the cave-stalactites descending
from the roof of the cave, joining each
other, and making pillars of the AL
mighty s sculpturing. There are rosettes
of amethyst in halls of gypsum. AS
the guide carries his lantern ahead of
you, the shadows have an appearance
supernatural and spectral. The dark
ness is fearful. Two people, getting
lost from their guide only for few
hours, years ago, were demented, and