News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1894-08-23

l the stars IN n l0fisn OF love lu0t mead
that dropped on the bosom in fainting
and death shall make the world quake
at its nod. That voice that groaned in
the last pang shall swear before the
trembling world that time shall be no
/ longer. Oh, do not insult the common
sense of the race by telling us that this
| person was only a man in whose pres
ence the paralytic arm was thrust out
well, and the devils crouched, and the
/ lepers dropped their scales, and the
/ tempests folded their wings, and the
boys satchel of a few loaves made a
banquet FOR 5000, and the sad process
sion of my text broke up in congratula-
ton and hosannal
Again, learn from this subject that
/ Christ was a sympathizer. Mark you,
this was a city funeral In the country,
when the bell tolls, they know all about
| it for five miles around, and they know
| what was the matter with the man,
how old he was and what were his last
experiences. They know with what
temporal prospects he has left his fam
lily. There is no haste. there is no indie
| cency in the obsequies. There is moth
| ing done as a mere matter of business.
Even the children come out as the pro-
cession passes and look sympathetic. and
the tree shadows seem to deepen, and
the brooks weep in sympathy as the pro
cession goes by. But, mark you, this
that / am speaking of was city fu-
neral. In great cities the cart jostles the
hearse, and there is mirth and gladness
and indifference as the weeping process
sion goes by. In this city of Main it was
= common thing to have troublS and be-
reavement and death. Christ saw it ev-
cry day there. Perhaps that very hour
there were others being carried out, but
this frequency of trouble did not harden
Christ's heart at all. He stepped right
out, and he saw this mourner, and he
had /. i'd compassion on her. and he said
Now 1 have to tell you, o bruised
souls, and there are many everywhere
have you ever looked over any great
audience and noticed how many shadows
of sorrow there are? l come to all such
and say, "Christ meets you, and he has
compassion on you, and he says, Weep
not. " Perhaps with some it is finan-
cial trouble. "Oh, you say, cit is such
silly thing for man to cry over lost
money!
Is it? Suppose you had a large for
tune, and all luxuries brought to your
table, and your wardrobe was full, and
your home was beautiful by music and
sculpture and painting and thronged by
the elegant and educated, and then some
rough misfortune should strike you in
the face and trample your treasures and
taunt your children for their faded dress
and send you into commercial circles an
underling where once you waved q
scepter of gold, do you think you would
cry then? l think you would But Christ
comes and meets all such today. He sees
all the straits in which you have been
thrust. He observes the sheer of that
man who once was proud to walk in
your shadow and glad to get your help
He sees the protested note, the uncan-
celed Judgment, the foreclosed mort
gage, the heartbreaking evaporation,
and he says: "Weepnot. own the cat
tie on thousand hills. will never let
you starve. From my hand the fowls of
heaven peck all their food. And will I
let you starve? Never; no, my child,
neverP'
Perhaps it may be a living home
trouble that you cannot speak about to
your best friend. 1t may be some do
mestio unhappiness. 1t may be an evil
suspicion 1t may be the disgrace fol-
lowing in the footsteps of son that is
wayward, or a companion who is cruel,
or father that will not do right, and
for years there may have been vulture
striking its beak into the vitals of your
soul, and you sit there today feeling it
is worse than death. 1t is. 1t is worse
than death. And yet there is relief
Though the night may be the blacklist,
though the voices of hell may tell you
to curse God and die, look up and hear
the voice that accosted the woman of
the text as it says, weep not.