The Indiana State sentinel., 1893-08-09

a senseless panic, you have been flung
| headlong, 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 investments which will continue
after the last bank Of this world has ex-
| ploded and the silver and gold are molten
| in fires of a burning world? Have you,
amid all your losses and discourage
| ments. forgot that there was bread on
your table this morning and that there
| shall be 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 a glad and glori-
Gus and triumphant religion for your
soul? La
bereavement.
Perhaps your last trouble was be-
| reavement. That heart which in child
hood was your refuge, the parental
heart, and which has been a source of
the quickest sympathy ever since, has
! suddenly become silent forever. And
now sometimes, whenever in sudden an
| noyance and without deliberation you
| say, Il will go and tell mother" the
| thought flashes on you, "I have no
| mother" Or the father, with voice less
| tender, but at heart as earnest and low
| ing-watchful of all your ways. exultant
over your success without saying much,
| although the old people do talk 1t 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
| ill winds blow over a wide wilderness Of
| desolation, the sands of the desert driv-
| 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,
suddenly right before you was an open
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 10 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 a white
robe and give it a 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 1 was sailing down the
st. John river which is the Rhine and
the Hudson commingled in one scene of
beauty and grandeur, and while l was
on the deck of the steamer 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 I. "do you mean by in
terval land?" We'll" he said, this
land is submerged for a part of the
year Spring freshets come down, and
all these plains are overflowed with the
water, and when the waters are gone
the harvest springs up, and there is the
grandest harvest that was ever reaped."
And I 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 soul over which the freshets
of tribuIation have torn their way, that
yields the greatest fruits of righteous
ness, and the largest harvest for time
and the richest harvest for eternity"
Bless God that your soul is interval land
The Final Reminiscence.
But these "reminiscences reach only
to this morning. There is one more point
of tremendous reminiscence, and that
is the last hours of life when we have to
look over all our past existence. What
! a moment that will be! l place Napo-
Icons dying reminiscence on st. Helena
beside Mrs. Judson's dying reminiscence
in the harbOr of st. Helena, the same is
land. twenty years after. Napoleon's dying
reminiscence was one of delirium as he
exclaimed: Head of the armyr' Mrs
Judson's dying reminiscence, as she came
home from her missionary toll and her
life of self sacrifice for God, dying in
the cabin of the ship in the harbor of
St Helena was: 81 always did love the
Lord Jesus Christ" And then the his
torian says she fell into a sound sleep
for an hour and woke amid the songs of
angels.
l place the dying "reminiscences of
Augustus Caesar against the dying re-
miniscence of Apostle Paul The dying
reminiscence of Augustus Caesar was
addressing his attendants: Have l
played my part well on the stage OF
life?' and they answered in the affirma-
tive and then he said, why, then don't
you applaud me-" The dying remin-
iscence of Paul the Apostle was: 'I have
fought good fight. 1 have finished my
course. l have kept the faith. Hence
forth there is laid up for me 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 among pomp and
great surroundings. Paul uttered his
dying reniniscence looking up through
the roof of a dungeon. God grant that
our dying pillow may be the closing
Of a useful life and the opening of a
glorious eternity.