Connecticut western news., 1894-10-25

out and we conquer our temptations by tho grace of God and lie down. On the morrow those temptations rally them selves and attack us and by the graoeof God we defeat them again, but staying all the time in the old encampment we have the same old battles to fight over. Why not whip out our temptations and then forward march, making one raid through the enemy's country, stopping osuntil we break ranks after the last victory. Do, my brethren, let us have some novelty of combat, at any rate, by changing, by going on, by making ad- Vancement, trading off our stale prayers about sins we ought to have quit long ago. going on toward a higher state of Christian character, and routing out sins that we have never thought of yet. The fact is, if the church of God, if we as individuals, made rapid advancement in the Christian life these stereotyped prayers we have been making for 10 or 15 years would be as inappropriate to us as the shoes, and the hats, and the coats we wore 10 or 15 years ago. Oh, for higher flight in the Christian life, the stork and the crane in their migration teaching us the lessonl
 Dear Lord. and shall we ever live
 At this poor dying rate,
 Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
 And thine to us so greatf
 Before It Is Too Lste.
 Again, remark that the birds of the air are wiser than we because they know when to start. If you should go out now and shout. 'Stop, storks and cranes, don't be in hurryp they would say:, "No, we cannot stop. Last night we heard the roaring in the woods bidding us away, and the shrill flute of the north wind has sounded the retreat. We must go. We must go" So they gather themselves into companies, and turning not aside for storm, or mounain top, or shock of musketry, over land and sea, straight as an arrow to the mark, they go. And If you come out this morning with sack of corn and throw it in the fields and try to get them to stop they are so far up they would hardly see it. They are on their way south. You could not stop them. Oh, that we were as wise about the best time to start for God and heavent We say: Wait un- til it is littleslater in the season of mercy. Wait until some of these green leaves of hope are all dried up and have been scattered Wait until next year. " After awhile we start, and 1t is too late, and we perish in the way when Gods wrath is kindled but little. There are, you know, exceptional cases, where birds have started too late, and in the morning you have found them dead on the snow. And there are those who have perished half way between the world and Christ. They waited until the last sickness, when the mind was gone, or they were on the express train going at 40 miles an hour. and they came to the bridge, and the "draw was up," and they went down. How long to repent and prayp Two seoondsl To do the work of lifetime and to prepare for the vast eternity in two secondsl was reading of an entertainment given in kings court, and there were musicians there, with elaborate pieces of music. After awhile Mozart came and began to play, and he had a blank piece of paper before him, and the king familiarly looked over his shoulder and said: What are you playing? sec no music before you" And Mozart put his hand on his brow, as much as to say, ''I am impro- vising." It was very well for him; but, oh, my friends, we cannot extemporize heaven. If we do not get prepared in this world, we will never take part in the orchestral harmOnies of the saved Oh, that we were as wise as the crane and the stork. flying away, flying away from the tempesti
 The Frost of Sin.
 Some of you have felt the pinching frost of sin. You feel 1t today. You are not happy. I look into your faces, and know you are not happy. There are voices within your soul that will not be silenced, telling you that you are sin ners, and that without the pardon of God you are ,undone forever. What are you going to do, my friends, with the accumulated transgressions of this life time? Will you stand still and let the avalanche tumble over you? Oh, that you would go away into the warm heart of Gods mercyi The southern grove, redolent with magnolia and cactus. never waited for northern hocks as God has waited for you. saying: "I have loved thee with an everlasting love. Come unto me, all ye who are weary and heavy laden, and will give you rest ''
 Another frost is bidding you away. It is the frost of sorrow. Where do you live now? "Oh," you say. "I have moved" Why did you mover You say, "I don't want as large house now as formerly" !" Why do you not want as large house? You say, My family is not so large" Where have they gone tol Eternityi Your mind goes back through that last sickness, and through the all most supernatural effort to keep life, and through those prayers that seemed unavailing, and through that kiss which received no response because the lips were lifeless, and I hear the bells toll. ing, and hear the hearts breaking. While.I speak hear them break. A heartl Another heartl Alone, alone, alonel This world, which in your girl hood and boyhood was sunshine, is cold now, and, ohl weary dove, you fly around this world as though you would like to stay, when the wind, and the frost, and the blackening clouds would bid you away into the heart of an all comforting God.