The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1893-08-30


of such 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 tip
top, and sit shivering on the glaciers
You may cross the seas, but they can
outsail the swiftest steamer You may
take caravan and put across the Arab
ian desert, but they follow you like
simeon, armed with suffocation. You
plunge into the Mammoth Cave, but
they hang like stalactites from the
roof Of the great cavern. They stand
behind with skeleton fingers to push
you ahead. They stand before you TO
throw you back. They run upon you
like reckless horsemen. They charge
upon you with cleaning spear. They
seem to come hap-hazard, scattering |
shots from the gun of careless sports
man. But not 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
go to places where once you were ac-
companied by those who are gone now
Your troubles will follow you to the
seashore, and will keep up with the
lightning express on which you speed
away. Or, tarrying at home, they will
sit beside you by day, and whisper over
your pillow night after night lwant
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
thrill of rapture; and you look around
as much as to say; "Who dashed out
that lightp Who filled this cup with
gall? What blast froze up these foun'
tains Of the hearth" Some of you have
lost your parents within the last
twelve months. Their prayers for you
are ended. You take up their picture
and try to call back the kindness that
that once looked out from those old,
wrinkled faces, and spoke in such a
tremulous voice; and you say 1t Is a
good picture, but all the while you
feel that, after all, it does not do JUS
tice; and you would give almost any
thing-you would cross the sea, you
would walk the earth over-to hear
lust one word from those lips that
few months ago used to call you by
your first name, though so long you
yourself have been parent. Now
you have done your best to hide yonl
grief. You smile when you do not fee
|, like II. But though you may deceive
the world, God knows. He looks dowr
upon the empty cradle, upon the desc
late nursery, upon the stricken home
. and upbn the broken heart, and says
/. "This is the way | thresh the wheat
5 this is the way / scour my jewels! Cas-
: thy burden on My arm and | will sus
tain you. All those tears l have gath
cred into My bottle"
But what is the use Of having s
many tears in Gods lachrymatoryP i
that great casket or vase, why doe
e God preserve all your troubles
Through all the ages of eternity, wha
: use of a great collection OF tearsP d
y not know that they will be kept ther
= forever. do not know but that /
L some distant age of Heaven an ang'
II of God may look into the bottle an
e find IL as empty of tears as the lachr.
II mails OF earthenware dug up from th
IS ancient city. Where have the teal
Il gone to? What spirit Of hell hath bee
3 invading God S palace, and hath robbie
e the lachrymatories? None. The
r were sanc.ified sorrows, and those tea
n were changed into pearls that are no
u set into the crowns and robes
IL the ransomed. | walk up to exaT
y ing this heavenly coronet gleamir
ie brighter than the sun, and cry: Fro
u. what river depths Of Heaven were tho
III gems gathered2'' and thousand voic
, reply: "These are transmitted tea
Is from Gods bottle" see scepters
u light stretched down from the throne
t. those who on earth were trod on OF ma
&c and in every scepter point, and inla
ir In every ivory stair Of golden throne
DE- behold an indescribable richness al
is luster. and cry: "From whence Il
ed streaming light--these flashing pearls
OF and the voices Of the elders before t
at throne. and Of the hundred and for
n and four thousand radiant on the glas
UT sea. exclaim: Transmitted tears fro
Du Gods bottle"
do Let the ages Of Heaven roll ont
mt story Of earth's pomp and pride 10
We AFRO ended; the Koh-i-noor damon
Tx that made kings proud, the precio
he stones that adorned Persian tiara a
ST. famed in the robes of Babylonian p
cd oessions, forgotten; the Golconda mil
ed charred in the last conhagration; /
'ss firm as the everlasting hills, and p'
las as the light that streams from
ed throne, and bright as the river q
RS. flows from the eternal rock, sh
TX CLEAN, shall sparkle, shall flame
lot ever these transmitted tears OF Go
!" bottle.
he Meanwhile, let the empty lachryr
ex- tory. Of Heaven stand for ever. Let
nix hand touch II. Let no wing strike
on Let no collision crack IT, Purer II
lie. beryl or chrysoprasus. Let 1t stand
1ll the step Of jehovah S throne and UNI
u the arch OF the unfading rainbC
'ed Passing down the corridors of the 7
me ace, the redeemed OF earth shall glai
ng at IL, and think Of all the earthly tr
ari bles from which they were deliver
ith and say, each TO each, THAT is W
'ili we heard Of on earth" THAT is w