The Red Cloud chief., 1893-09-08

there IL no escape from them. You
will see that vacant chair. Your eye
will catch at the suggestive picture.
You cannot fly the preseuce Of suoh
ills. You go to Switzerland 10 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 maj
cross the seas, but they can
outsail the swiftost steamer.
You may take caravan, and put
out across the Arabian desert, but
they follow you like a simeon, armed
with suffocation. You plunge into the
Mammoth cave, but they hang like
stalactites from the root of the great
cavern. They stand behind with skele-
ton fingers to push you ahead. They
stand before you TO throw you back.
They run upon you like reckless horse
men. They charge upon you with
cleaning spear. They seem To como
haphazard, scattering shots from the
gun OF a careless Sportsman. But not
so. IL is good aim that sends them just
right; for God Is the archer. This sum.
mer many Of you will especially feel
your grief as you go to places where
once you were accompanied by those
who are gone now. Your troubles will
follow you TO the seashore, and will
keep up with the lightning express in
which you speed away. Or, tarrying
at home, they will sit beside You
by day, and whisper over your
pillow night after night. I want
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 I'm 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 q
thrill Of rapture; and you look around
that lightp Who filed this cup with
gall? What blast froze up these fount-
aims 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 once looked out
from those old, wrinkled faces, and
spoke In such q tremulous voice; and
you say II ID u good picture; but all the
while you feel that. after all, II does
not do justice; and you would give al
most anything-you would cross the
sea, you would walk the earth over to
hear just one word from those lips that
| n fayS, rnnnfhG mo- nlal IN call unn hi,
your first name, though SO long you
, yourself have boon u parent. Now, you
have done your best with your grief.
You smile when you do not feel like it.
But though you may deceive the world,
God knows. He looks down upon the
empty cradle, upon the desolate nursery,
ppSn the stricken home, and upon tho
way thrash the WHEAT; thls'ss Mcsna..
l scour my Jewels! Cast thy burdel
. upon my arm and I will sustain you
| All those tears l have gathered into NJ.
s bottle"
1 But what is the use of having $
Q many tears in Gods lachrymatory? Il
G that great casket or vase, why doc
God preserve all your troubles
: Through all the ages of eternity, wha
1 use Of n great collection Of tears? d
not know that they will be kept Their
o forever. / do not know but that l
some distant age Of Heaven an angel c
God may look into the bottle and fin
II as empty Of tears as the lachrymal
c Of e~arthenware dug up from the ancier
city. Where have the tears gone to
e What sprite of hell hath been invadin
L. Col,. ,~.1,na aoI hath rnhknl th
lachrymatories? None. These ar
sanctiied sorrows, and those teal
were changed into pearls that ar
now set In the crowns and robes Of tn
ransomed. I walk up to examine thi
c heavenly %coronet, cleaning brighte
than the sun, and cry: From wha
river-depths Of Heaven were thos
gems gathered?" and q thousan
is voices reply: "These are transmute
y tears from Gods bottle" Isee sceptel
of light stretched down from tn
e throne of those who on earth wer
r trod on Of men, and in every sceptel
l. point, and inlaid in every stair {
Is golden throne behold an indescrib;
d BILE richness and luster, and cry: ''Frol
II whence this streaming light-thes
" udSnlnR pearls! anu inc Noicc VI w
elders before the throne, and Of tn
martyrs under the altar, and OF I'll
ID hundred and forty and four thousan
h radiant on the CLASSY sea exclain
S; TRANSMITTED tears from Gods bottle.
Let the ages of Heaven roll on-th
10 story of earth's pomp and pride Ion
h ago ended; the Koh-i.noor diamond
l that make kings proud, the precio,
d stones that adorned Persian tiara an
ID famed on the robes of Babylonian pr,
Is cessions, forgotten; the Golconda min'
N charred in the last confiagration; b,
Z. firm as the everlasting hills, and pun
ps as the light that streams from Il
in throne, and bright as the river ths
in flows from the eternal rock, shall CLEAN
VS. shall sparkle, shall flame forever, the'
d, transmitted tears of Gods bottle.
S. Meanwhile, let the empty lachrym;
ir tory of Heaven stand forever. Let !
b. hand touch it. Let no wing strike l
re Let no collision crack it. Purer tina
lie beryl or chrysoprasus. Let it stand O
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