The Newtown bee., 1894-11-09

siren voice that lures us on, benumbing our fears, until we are lost sometimes in sight of the realization of our ideals. How many lives seem one continued suc- cession of disappointed hopes and frus- trated plans! How many step with Moses upon some Pisgah height and look over into the bright fields of promise but their feet never press the sod! In our great cities we meet them, men filling some humble position now,
 MEN WHO RARELY SMILE,
 whose hearts seem chilled and frozen more solid than the ice on Arctic lakes. They had great ideal once; swelling ambition filled their breasts, friends cher- ished high hopes for them but the hopes are all gone noW-they were buried in the grave of early manhood. I know no sadder sight, none that more truly arous- es pity than that of the man whose life is wholly blighted, who has lost every enthusiasm for living, who is simply trudging on, earning his daily bread and caring for nothing more. Let us be very careful that we throw no stumbling block, put no obstacle. in the way of any young man, that we chill the warmth of no young life; we might almost as well destroy the life itself. An unambitious life, drifting, purposeless, with no ideal, is just as good as dead. You remember when Paul came down to Jerusalen,, af- ter his miraculous conversion on the Damascus road, he attempted to join him. self to the disciples tLere; but they were suspicious of him until Barnabas vouch- ed for him. What if that friend had not been there! What if Paul, the ardent young disciple in Christ, through lack of sympathy and an outstretched hand, had given up in sheer Encouragement! Can you compute the loss te the world?
 Disappointment! this is weight that must surely be laid aside, if we are to run with any vim. Downcast looks, moody manners and expressionless faces do not count for much in the revealing to others the spirit of Christ, in letting our light shine among men, in winning of souls to God. Blithesomeness and a merry heart are
 THE BEST WEAPONS
 with which to begin to open the door of the wanderers heart; stray sunbeam of Christian joy, better than long-drawn tones and mournful countenance, will dry up the mould and rot of sin. God does not do much work with disappoint- ed men.
 The many weights that hinder our rum ming, in the brief time have, I cannot be- gin to tell: weights of dreadful appre- hension of ill that may come at some fu- ture day-borrowing trouble ere it finds us; weights of anxiety about food and shelter and thousand-and-one petty cares-children fretting lest Father, who has always met their daily needs, gave life will not sustain it.; weights of bitter feeling that we bear to brother with whom we are travelling the same | road toward the same Heaven, where an- ger and envy and malice cannot be. And can leave this subject here? Af- ter exposing the wound, shall bring no cure? After making deeply sensitive of the load we are bearing, shall I not raise | a finger to strike it off? I am thankful am not forced to such @lneanness. Were the preachers task only to reveal to men i their burdens and then to watch them struggle and pant under their loads and not be able to tell how to remove of them feathers weight, 1 would give up this calling tomorrow. 1t is the joy of the Christian minister that when he finds one in trouble, burdened with care, loaded with anxiety, fettered by sin, he has not to point to himself and say, "Look at me see how strong am; see how I have freed myself of all these letters; see how I stand upon the mountain top while you faint in the murky valley" If one used such words, the burdened man woulc surely put the old proverb to his lips and say, "Physician, heal thyself."s It is oul joy, my Christian friends, to point tht burdened soul to the great Burden-bear CT,
 WHO LIFTS THE HEAVIEST WEIGHT, who hears the deepest sigh, who assu ages the keenest grief. An! soul weigh ed down with many a trouble, sick o1 carrying thy load of sin, why go mopins all thy days, with downward gaze, witt shame-faced look? Look up! Lool away! Let the light of Christ's blessed presence fill thy soul. Let the warmth of His tender love melt thy icy heart Let the over1owing fullness of His grace drown thy fears. Look away from tn, little self! Look out from the fog-cover ed valley! Look away! Look away iron thy petty ailments and complaints Look that His shoulders are broad enough t, carry all the weights with which humal hearts are laded; I do not know how is that upon Calvary's slender cross wer thrown all the sins with which humal lives are scarred-there is mystery ther 1 cannot explain: but that burdens ar lifted and weighty sins removed, million bear witness, and it must be true.
 What!
 "Lay my sins on JesuS?" Gods well beloved Soni
 II No! 'tis a truth most precious, II That God cen that has done. Yes, 'tis 8 truth most precious.
 To all who do believe,
 God laid our sins on Jesus,
 Who did the load receive.