The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1893-09-23

It Is O tremendous work. Some people think
It easy. They have never tried it. A child
is placed In the arms OF the young parent. 1t
is = beautiful p!aythng. You look into the
laughing eyes. You examine the dimples il
the feet. You wonder at its exquisite orcan~
ism. Beautiful plaything! But on sono
nightfall as you sit rocking that little one /;
voice seems to fall straight from the throne
Of God. saying That child is immortal
The stars shall die, but that Is an immortal
Suns shall grow old with age and perish, but
that is en- immortal.
Now, know with many Of you this is thu
chief anxiety. You earnestly wish your
children to grow up rightly, but you fnt It
hard work to make them do as you wish
You check their temper. You correct tne!r
waywariness in the midnight Your pillow IS
wet with weeping. You have wrestled With
God in agony for the salvation Of your chill
dren. You ask me If all that anxiety has
been Intellectual. I answer, No. God un-
derstanis your heart. He understands how
hard you have tried to make that daughter
do right. though she is 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.
speak q cheering word Go, heard every
counsel you ever offered Hin. God hAa
known all the sleepless nights YOU have
passed. God has seen every sinking OF yoa-
depressed spirit. God remembers your
prayers. He keeps eternal record OF your
anxieties. andin His lachrymatocy-nots such
as stood in an ancient tomb, but in one That
gloWs and giittHrs besides the throne Of God
holds all those exhausins tears.
The grass may be rank upon your graves
and the letters upon yoIr tombstones de-
faced vita the elements before the divine
response will come. but He who hath Gr-
clared, II will be q God 10 thee and to thy
seed after thee,' will not forget, and some
day In heaven while you ara ranging the
fields Of light the gates Of pearl will swim;
back. AMI garlanded with glory that long
wayward one vii! rush into your out-
stretched arms Of welcome andtriumph. The
hills may depart, and the earth may burn.
and the stars fall, and time perish, but Col
will break Els oath and trample upon His
promises-never. never!
Again, God keeps 4 perpetual remembrance
Of eli bareavemenis. These are the trials
that cleavo the soul an1 throw the red hearts
OF men to be crushed in the wine press.
Troubles at the store you may leave at the
store. Misrepresentation and abuse Of tie
world JSu may leave on the street where you
found them. Tho lawsuit that would swallow
your honest acsunu'atlons may be left IN tho
courtroom. But hcreavements are home
troubles, and there Is no escape from them.
You will SEQ that vacant chair. Your eye
will catch ct the suggestive picture.
You cannot fy in the presence OF such ills.
You 90 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 tlptop AMI sit shiTerinS on the Gla-
ciers You may cross the seas. but they can
outsail the swiftest steamer. You may take
caravan and put out across the Arabian des-
ert, but they follow you like simoom,
armed with suTocation. You plunge into
the Mammoth cave, bat they hang like STA
laotites from the roos OF the great cavern.
They stand behind with skeleton fingers TO
push you ahead. Tney 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
hapnazard, scattering shots from the gun Of
q careless sportsman, But not SO. 1t is gooi
aila that sends them just right, for Goa is
the archer.
This summer many of you will especially
feel your grief as you 80 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 witt the light
ming express in which you speed away. Or,
tarryinS at home, they will sit beside you by
day and whisper over your pillow night after
night. l want to assure YOU that you ara
not left alone and that your weeping Is heard
In heaven.
You will wander among the hills AMI slT,
'.Up this hill last year our boy climbed with
great glss and waved his cap from the top,
or This Is the place where our little girl pct
f.>-,ers IN her hair and looked up in her
mothers face" until every drop OF blood i'll
your heart tinsied with gladness, aad you
- %bril1 nf 70 and
look around as much as to say: "Mho
dashed out that light? Who filled this cup
with gall? What blast froze up these toun-
tains 81 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
and try to call back the kindness that once
looked out from those old, wrinkled faces
and spoke in such tremulous voice, ana
YOU say it Is good picture, but all the while
YOU feel that, after all, it does not dc justice,
and you would give almost anythinS-you
would cross the sea you would walk the
earth over-to hear Just one word from tfo5a
lips that few months ago used to c:!l you
by your first name, though so long you Your
self have been parent.
Now, you have done your bestto hide yolr
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 desolate1 nursery,
upon the stricken home AMI upon the
broken heart, and says This is the way
thrash the wheat this is the way scour
Nv Jewels Cast thy burden on Ny arm;
and I will sustain you. All those tears J.
have gathered into My bottle.
But what is the uss Of having SO many
tears in Gods lgchrymatory? In that great
casket or vase, why does God preserve all
YOUR troubles? Through all the ages o.
eternity, what use OF a great collection OF
tears! I do not know but that In some dis
tant age Of heaven an angel OF God may LOOK
into the bottle an hni 1t as empty OF tear5
~ the lachrymals of earthenware dus up
from the ancient city. Where have the te1c'
gone? WHAT sprite Of hell hath boon ina =
jug Gods palace ana hath robbed tho la:l:y.
natories? None. These ws=e san'tl1-1
sorrows, and those tears were CHANGED iEt2
,,earis that are now set in the crowns AMI
robes OF the ransomed.
walk up to examine this heavenly cor
onet. cleaning brighter than the sua. a2d
cry. "From what river depths OF h@aTen We!':
those gems gather0d?' an1a thousan roi:'s
reply. These are transmitted tears iroL
Gods bottle" I see scepters o! HSAt
stretcbed down from the throne OF those w:io
on earth were trod on OF men, aI1 in every
scepter point aud inlaid in every ivory STAR
o: golden throne I behold an lnd9scr!oao!e
richness and iuster AMI cry, iron "AenS,; g;
this streaming GSN-tAeSt h@s1ln% Pea3.s'
oD1 the xoicrs of the elders befo-ethe rnrone
IN / OF to martyrs under the altar, and Of
the hunre' an1 forty and four thousand
radiant on the CLASSY sea exclain, Trans
u,,.iei tears rom Gods bottle
Let the ages OF heaven roll on-the story
of earth's pomp and pride long ago ended
the kohinoor diamonds that make Kings
proud. the precious stones that adorned Per
sian tiara and famed In the robes Of Baby
lonian professions forgotten ; the Goiconda
-.;,on nhn rod In fha LAST confederation. but