The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1893-08-31


the feet. You wonder at its exquisite organ
lsm: Beautiful playthingl but on some
nightfaii ns you sit rocking that little one N
voice seems TO fall straight from the throne
OF God, saying THAT child is immortal
The stars shall die, but that N an Immortal
Suns shall grow old with age and perish. but
that II an immortal
Now. know with many OF you this Il tho
chief anxiety. You earnestly wish your
children to grow up rightly, but you find II
hard work TO make them do IA you wish.
You check their temper. You correct their
waywardness In the midnight your pillow Is
wet with weeping. You have wrestled with
God In agony for the sal vation OF your chill.
dren. You ask me II all that anxiety has
been Intellectual. I answer No. God un-
derstands your heart. He understands how
hard you have tried to make that daughter
90 right, though she IL so very petulant and
reckless, and what pains you have bestowed
In teaching that son to walk in the path OF
uprightness, though he has such strong pro-
clivities for dissipation.
Ispeak cheering word. God heard every
counsel you ever offered Him. God has
known all the sleepless nights you have
passed. God has seen every sinking OF your
depressed spirit. God remembers your
prayers. He keeps eternal record OF your
anxieties, and In His lachrymatory-not such
as stood In an ancient tomb, but In one tha,
glows and gitters besides the throne OF God
The grass may be rank upon your graves
and the letters upon your tombstones de-
faced with the elements before the divine
response will come, but He vino hath de-
clared, II will be God 20 thee and to thy
seed after thee will not forget. and some
day In heaven while you are ranging the
ilelds OF light the gates of pearl will swing
back, and garlanded with glory that long
wayward one will rush into your out
stretched arms OF welcome and triumph. The
hills may depart, and tho earth may burn.
and the stars fall. and time. perish, but God
will break His oath and trample upon His
promises-nevcri never
Again, God keeps sperpctual remembrance
OF all bereayemonts. These are the trials
that clcave the soul and throw the red hearts
OF men to be crushed In the wine press.
Troubles at the store you may leave Mt this
store. Misrepresentation and abuse OF the
world you may leave on tho street where You
found them. The lawsuit that would swallow
your honest accommodations may be left in the
courtroom. But bercavements are homs
troubles, and there Is no escape from them.
You will see that vacant chair. Your ego
will catch at the suggestive picture
You cannot fly In the presence OF such ills.
You go TO Switzerland TO get clear OF them !;
hut, more sure footed than the mule that
takes you up the Alps, your troubles climb
iothc tiJtop and sit shiverlng on the gla-
tiers. You may cross the seas. but they can
'uislil the swiftest steamer. You may take
caravan and put out across the Arabian des.
,rt, hut they follow you like simeon,
rmed with sufocation. You plunge into
Inc Mammoth cave. but they hang like sta
ilctites FROM the roof OF the great cavern.
| They stand behind with skeleton tngers 20
! tush sou ahead. They stand before YOU 70
tlrow you back. They run upon you like
reckless horsemen. They charge upon you
with cleaning spear. They seem To come
A., Al. It
| l. careless sportsman, But not 80. IL Is soot
tim that sends thom just right, !or God IA
| the archer.
This summer many of you will especially
feel your grief as you so 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 Light
ming express In which you speed away. Or.
| iarryng at hone, they will sit beside you by
| day and whisper over your pillow night after
| night. / want to assure YOU that you arc
not left alone and that your weeping Is heard
| In heaven.
| You will wander among the hills and say,
"Up this htli last year our boy climbed with
J great glee aud waved his cop from the top. "
| or "This IN 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 tingle1 with gladness. and you
| thanked God with thrill OF rapture and YOU
l
dashed out that light? Who illled this cup
| with gall? What blast froze up those touu-
| aims Of the heartY'
Some Of you have lost your parents within
| the last twelve months. Their prayers for
| you are ended. You take up their picture
iind try to call back the kindness that once
| looked out from those old. wrlnkled faces
| and spoke In such n trcmulous voice, and
| YOU say 1t Is good picture but all the while
| you feel that. after ALL II does not DO justice.
| and you would give almost anything-you
| would cross the sea you would walk the
| earth over-to hear just ono word from those
| lips that few months ago used 10 call yo,l
| by your first name, though so long you your.
| self have been parent.
Now YOU have done your best TO hide yol-
| grief. You smile when you do not feel like
II. But though you may deceive the world.
| God knows. He looks down upon tho
empty cradle. upon the desolated nursery.
upon the stricken home and upon the
| broken heart, and says This Is tho way
| thrash the wheat this Il the way scour
Ny jewels Cast thy burden on My arm,
and | will sustain you. All those tears
have gathered into Ny bottle
But what IL the use OF having so many
tears in Gods lachrymatory? In that great
| raskot or vase, why does God preserve all
your troublesy Through all the ages of
| eternity, what use of a great collection OF
tears do not know but that in some dis
| luui uBt Oh HtuFtn Ol bpl iliN lbpk
| into the bottle and find II rs empty OF tears
! rs the lachrymals of earthenware dug up
! from the ancient city. Where have the tears
| gomez What sprite OF hell hath been inyad-
ing Gods palace and hath robbed the laclry-
| matorlesl None These were sanctied
SORROWS, and those tears were changed into
| pearls that are now set In the crowns and
| robes OF the ransomed.
/ walk up TO examine this heavenly cor.
| onet, cleaning brighter than the sun, and
cry, From what river depths of heaven Were
those gems gathered2" and Il thousand voices
| relSy These are Transmitted tears from
! Gods bottle" | see scepters of light
stretched down from the throne of those who
| on earth were trod on OF men, and In every
scepter point and inlaid in every ivory stail
! of golden throne | behold an indescrlbabl,
| richness and luster and cry, From whence
this streaming light-these flashing pearls1'
and the voices of the elders before the throne,
| md OF the martyrs under the altar, and OF
| the hundred and forty and four thousand
radiant on the CLASSY sea excaim, ''Trans.
muted tears from Coda hottie ~