The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1894-11-02

you, saying: I have I ved thee with an
everlasting love. Come into me, all
&c who are weary and heavy laden,
and / viii give you rest"
Another frost is bidding you away
1t is the frost of sorrow. Where doyou
live now? oh" you say: 81 have
moved" Why did you move? You
say: Il have moved" Why did you
move? You say: 81 don't want as large
a 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? Eternityi Your
mind goes back through that last
sickness and through the almost
supernatural effort to keep life, and
through these prayers that seemed
unavaiiiug, and through that kiss
which received no response, because
the lips were lifeless, and l hear the
bells tolling and / hear the hearts
breaking-while speak, 1 hear them
break. A heart! Another heartl
Alone! Alone! Alona! The world,
which in your girlhood 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. Oh, / have noticed
again and again what botch this
world makes of it when it tries to COM
fort soul in trouble! 1t says: Don't
cryi" How can we help crying when
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father is gone, and mother is gone, and
companions are gone, and the child is
gone, and everything seems gone. 1t is
no comfort to tell a man not to cry.
The world comes up and says: ''Oh, it
is only the body of your loved one that
you have put into the groundr' 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 heartlessness, oh, 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 in 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 on
on them nor any heat, for the Lamb,
which is in the midst OF the throne,
shall lead them to living fountains of
water, and God shall wipe all the fears
from their eyes.
You may have noticed that when the
chaffineh or the storl1 or the crane
starts on its migration, its calls all
those of its 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 gath
ers all of it's kind. Oh, that you
might be as wise in this migra-
ton to Heaven, and that you
might gather all Your families and your
friends with you! I would that Han
nah might take Samuel by the hand,
and Abraham might take Isaac, and
Hagar might take Ishmael. / ask 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?
Are you calling them to go with you?
Aye, aye, have you started yourself?
dren with you. Come thou and all thy
house into the ark. Tell your little
ones that there are realms of balm and
sweetness 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 to-day in Chris
tian service will you be seated in the
same glorious service when the heav-
ems have passed away with great
noise, and the elements have melted
with fervent heat, and the redeemed
are gathered around the throne of
Jesus2
The Saviour calls,
We wanderers come,
Oh, We benighted souls,
Why longer roam?
The Spirit calls to-day,