Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1894-11-12

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have never had any pain except sin. y
Then They said to him, Would you
like TO send message to your friends?''
eyes, I would. Tell them that only
last night the love of Jesus came rush
ing into my soul like the surges Of the
sea, and | had to cry out: Stop, Lord;
it is encughl Stop, Lord-enough!' :"
Oh, the joys of this Christian religionl
Vanity of Sinful Pleasures.
Just pass over from those tame joys
in which you are. indulging-joys of
this world-into the raptures of the Cos
pei The world cannot satisfy you; you
have found out-AleXander longing for
other worlds to conquer and yet drown
ed i'll his own bottle, Byron whipped
by disquietudes around the world, Vol
taire cursing his own soul while all the
streets Of Paris were applauding him
Henry II consuming with hatred against
poor Thomas Beckett, all illustrations
of the fact that this world cannot make
man happy. The very man who poi
soned the pommel of the saddle on
which Queen Elizabeth rode shouted in
the street, "God save the queenP' One
moment the world applauds, and the
next moment the world mathematics.
Oh. come over into this greater joy,
this sublime solace, this magnificent
beatitude. The night after the battle of
Shiloh there were thousands of wound
ed on the field and the ambulances had
not come. One Christian soldier, lying
there a-dying under the starlight, be-
gan to sing:
There is q land of pure delight.
And when he came to the next line
there were scores of voices uniting:
Where saints immortal reign.
The song was caught up all over the
field among the wounded until it was
said that there were at least 10, 900
wounded men uniting their voices as
they came to the verse:
There everlasting spring abides
And never whitening flowers.
Death, like O narrow stream, divides
That heavenly land from ours.
Oh, it is great religion to live by,
and it is great religion to die by.
There is only one heart throb between
you and that religion this moment Just
look into the face of your pardoning
God and surrender yourself for time
and for eternity, and he is yours, and
y
of you, like the young man of the text,
have gone astray. I know not the his
tory, but you know it-you know it.
The Circle of Safety.
When young man went forth into
life, the legend says, his guardian angel
went forth with him, and getting him
into q field the guardian angel swept
circle clear around where the young
man stood. 1t was a circle Of virtue and
honor, and he must not step beyond that
circle. Armed foes came down, but
were obliged to halt at the circle. They
could not pass But one day a temptress,
with diamonded hand, stretched forth
and crossed that circle with the hand,
and the tempted soul took it, and by
that one fell grip was brought beyond
the circle and died.
Some Of you have stepped beyond that
circle Would you not like this day, by
the grace Of God, to step back? This,
say to You. is your hour of salvation.
There was III the closing hours of Queen
Anne what is called the clock scene.
Flat down on the pillow, in helpless
sickness, she could not move her head
or move her hand. She was waiting for
should gather in angry contest, and
worried and worn out by the coming
hour, and in momentary absence Of the
nurse, in the pOWer-the strange power
which delirium sometimes gives one
she arose and stood in front of the
clock, and stood there Watching tho
clock when the nurse returned. The
nurse said, ''Do you see anything pecul.
lar about that cloclz?'' She made no an
swer but soon died. There is a clock
scene in every history. IF some Of you
would rise from the bed of lethargy and
come out of your delirium of sin and
look on the clock of your destiny this
moment, you would see and hear some
thing you have not seen or heard be-
fore, and every tick of the minute, and
every stroke of the hour, and every
swing Of the pendulum, would say,
''Now, now, now, nowr' Oh, come
home to your Fathers house! Come
home oh, prodigal, from the wilder
ness! Come home, come home!
The Divine Justice.
But / notice that when the prOdigal
came there was the fathers Joy. lac
did not greet him with any formal
GLOW do you do?'' He did not come
out and say: ''You are unfit to enter.
Go out and wash in the trough by the
well, and then you can come i'll. We
have had enough trouble with you.
All, no! When the proprietor of that es
tate proclaimed festival, it was an out
burst of fathers love and fathers
Joy. God is your father.
have not much sympathy with that
description Of God sometimes hear, as
though he were a Turkish sultan-hard
and unsympathetic and listening not to
the cry Of his subjects. A man told me
he saw in one Of the eastern lands q