Connecticut western news., 1894-07-05

down rom step 10 step, until IL came so near could hear the musical rush, and all over the high, broad stairs it came foaming, flashing, roaring down until sunlight and wave in gleesome wrestle tumbled at my feet. So it is with the church of God. Everything comes from above-pardon from above, joy from above, adoption from above, sanctifica- ton from above. Oh, that now God would turn on the waters of salvation, that they might flow down through his heritage, and that this day we might each find our places to be "Elims, '" with 12 wells os water and threescore and ten palm trees.
 A Hard Prayer.
 Hark! I hear the latch at the garden gate, and look to see who is coming. hear the voice of Christ, II am come into my garden. I say: Come in, o Jesus; we have been waiting for thee. Walk all through these paths. Look at the flowers Look at the fruit. Pluck that which thou wilt for thyself." Jesus comes into tho garden and mp to that old man and touches him and says, Al most home, father; not many more aches for thee. will never leave thee. I will never fcrsake thee. Take courage little longer and l will steady thy tottering steps, and 1 will soothe thy troubles and give thee rest. Courage, old man" Then Christ goes up another garden path. and he comes to a soul in trouble and says: Peace! all is well. have seen thy tears; I have heard thy prayer The sun shall not s1nite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil; he will preserve thy soul. Courage, O troubled spirit. ' Then see Jesus going up another garden path, and l see great excitement among the leaves, and ] hasten up that garden path to see what Jesus is doing there, and, lol he is break ing off flowers, sharp and clean, from the stem, and say, "Stop, Jesus; don't kill those beautiful flowers. '" He turns to me and says: ''I have come into my garden to gather lilies, and I mean to take these up to a higher terrace, and for the garden around my palace, and there I will plant them, and ill better soil, and in better air. They shall put forth brighter leaves and sweeter redo lence, and no frost shall touch them forever. '' And I looked up into his face and said, Well, it is his garden, and he has right to do what he will with it. Thy will be done''-the hardest prayer a man ever made.
 Heartsease.
 I notice that the fine gardens some times have high fences around them, and I cannot get ill. 1t is so with the kings garden. The only glimpses you ever get of such a garden is when the king rites out iu his splendid carriage. 1t is not so with this garden-the Kings garden. I throw wide open the gate and tell you all to come in. No monopoly in religion. Whosoeyer will, may. Choose now between desert and garden. Many of you have tried the garden of this worlds delight. You have found it has bec4l a chagrin. So it was with Theodore Hook. He made all the world laugh. He makes us laugh now when we read his poems, but he could not make his own heart laugh. While in the midst of his festivities he confronted looking glass, and he saw himself and said: 'There, that is true. I look just as I am-done up in body, mind and purse. :" So it was with Shen- stone, of whose garden told you at the beginning of my sermon. He sat down amid those bowers and said: 1T have lost my road to happiness I am angry and envious and frantic and despise ev- erything around me, just as it becomes madman to do" Oh, ye weary souls, come into Christ's garden today and pluck little heartseasel Christ is the only rest and the only pardon for per- turbed spirit. Do you not think your chance has almost come? You men and women who have been waiting year after year for some good opportunity in which to accept Christ, but have post poned it 5, 10, 20, 80 years, do you not feel as if now your hour of deliverance and pardon and salvation had come? Oh, man, what grudge hast thou against thy poor soul that thou wilt not let it be saved? 1 feel as if salvation must come now to some of your hearts.
 The Immortal Rescue.
 Some years ago a vessel struck on the rocks. They had only one lifeboat. In that lifeboat the passengers and crew were getting ashore. The vessel had foundered and was sinking deeper and deeper, and that one boat could not take tho passengers very swiftly. A little girl stood on the deck, waiting for her turn to get into the boat. The boat came and went-came and went-but her turn did not seem to come. After awhile she could vait no longer, and she leaped on the taffrail and then sprang into the sea, crying to the boatman: Save me nexti Save me next" Oh, how many have gone ashore into God s mercy, and yet you are cEnging to the wreck of sim Others have accepted the pardon of Christ, but you are in peril Why not this morning make a rush for your inn mortal rescue, crying until Jesus shall | hear you and heaven and earth ring with the cry; Save me nextl Save me | next"