Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1894-10-22

court, and there were musicians there
with elaborate pieces of music. After
awhile Mozart came and began to play,
and he had blank piece of paper before
him, and the king Familiarity looked
over his shoulder and said: "What are
you playing? l see no music before
you. And Mozart put his hand on his
brow, as much as to say, I am impro-
vising'' It was very we'll for him; but,
oh, my friends, we cannot extemporize
heaven # we do not get prepared in
this world, we will never take part i'll
the orchestral harmoniss of the saved.
Oh, that we were as wise as the crane
and the stork, flying away, flying away
from the tempest!
The Frost of Sin.
Some of you have felt the pinching
frost Of sin You feel it 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, telligg you that you are sim
ners, and that without the pardon of
Gcd 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 mercy! The southern grove,
redOlent with magnolia and cactus,
never waited for northern flocks as God
has waited for you, saying: 81 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, 81 have
moved. Why did you move? You say,
ST 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 to?
Eternity! Your mind goes back through
that last sickness, and through the al
most supernatural effort TO keep life,
and through those prayers that seemed
unavailing, and through that kiss which
received no response because tho lips
were lifeless, and I hear the bells toll
ing, and [ hear the hearts breaking.
While I speak I hear them break. a
hearth Another heart! Alone, alone,
alone! This world, which in your girl
hood and boyhood was sunshine, is cold
now, and, oh! 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.
No Comfort In Wor1dliness.
oh I,ovo 1otioo6 ouair an6 ouoir
what botch this world makes of it
when it tries to comfort soul in trou
BILE! 1t says, "Don't cry!'' How can we
help crying when the hearts treasures
are scattered, and father is gone and
mother is gone, and companions are
gone, and the child is gone, and every
thing seems gone? 1t is no comfort to
tell man not to cry. The world comes
up and says, ooh, it is only the body
of your loved one that you have put in
the ground!" But there is no comfort
in that That body is precious. Shall
we never put our hand in that hand
again, and shall we never see that sweet
face again? Away with your heartless-
ness, 0 world! But come, Jesus, and
tell US that when the tears fall they fall
into Gods bottle; that the dear bodies
of our loved ones shall rise radiant III
the resurrection, and all the breakings
down here shall be fittings up there,
and "they shall hunger no more, neither
thirst any more, neither shall the sun
light Oh them nor any heat, for the
Lamb which is in the midst Of the
throne shall lead them to living foun-
tains of water, and God shall wipe all
tears from their eyes.
Take All Your Family.
You may have noticed that when the
chafinch, Or the stork, or the crane
starts on it's migration it calls all those
of it's kind to come too. The tree tops are
full of chirp and whistle and carol, and
the long roll call. The bird does not
start off alone. 1t gathers all of it's kind.
Oh, that you might be as wise in this
migration to heaven, and that you
might gather all your families and your
friends with you! would that Hannah
might take Samuel by the hand, and
Abraham might take Isaac, and Hagar
might take Ishmael I ask you if those
who sat at your breakfast table this
morning will sit with you in heaven. l
ask you what influences you are trying
to bring upon them, what example you
are setting them. Are you calling them
to go with you? Aye, aye, have you
started yourself?
Start for heaven and take your chill
dren with you. Come, thou and all thy
house, into the ark. Tell your little ones
that there are realms of balm and sweet
ness for all those who fly in the right
direction. Swifter than eagles stroke
put out for heaven. Like the crane, or
the stork, stop not night nor day until
you find the right place for stopping.
Seated today in Christian service will
you be seated in the same glorious serv-
loo when tho heavens have naSSed axvov