The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1894-11-16
was dying Of cholera, his attendant
said, Have you much paih," ''oh,"

last night the love or Jesus came rush.
ing into my soul like the surges of the
Sea. and / had to cry out: Stop, Lord;
II is enoughl Stop, Lord--enoughr 4"
Oh, the joys OF this Christian religionl
Vanity Of Sinful Pleasures.
Just pass over from those tame joys
in which you arc indhlging--joys of
this world-fnto the raptures of the Cos
pei. Tho world cannot satisfy you; You
have found 6ut>AAlexander longing for
other worlds to conquer ahd yet drown
ed in his own bottle, Byron whipped
by disquietudes around the world, Vol
taire carsing his own soul while all the
streets 81 Paris were applauding him
Henry ii consuming with hatred against
poor Thomas a Beckett, all illustrations
of the fact that this world cannot make
a man happy. The very man who poi
sened the pommel of the saddle on
which Queen Elizabeth rode shouted in
the street, God save the dneen" 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, lyir:
there a-dying under the starlight, be-
gan to sing:
There Is 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 wae
said that there were at least 10000
wounded men uniting their voices as
they came to the verse:
There everlasting spring abides
And never whitening flowers.
Death, like a narrow stream, divides
That heavenly land from ours.
Oh, it is a great religion to live by,
and it is a 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
heaven is yours, and I'll is yours. Some
of you, like the young man of the text,
have gone astray. 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, lis guardian angel
went forth with him, and getting him
into field the guardian angel swept a
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 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 in 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 foI
the hour when the ministers Of state
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 the
clock when the nurse returned. The
nurse said, 'Do you see anything pecul.
lar about that clock?' She made no an.
swer, but soon died. There is CLOCK
scene in every history. If some of yor
would rise from the bed of lethargy anc
come out of your delirium Of sin anG
look on the clock of your destiny thit
moment, you would see and hear some
thing you have not seen or heard be
fore, and every tick Of the minute, ant
every stroke of the hour, and every
swing of the pendulum, would say,
"Now, now, now, now" Oh, come
home to your Fathers house! Come
home, oh, prodigal, from the wilder
ness! Come home, come home!
The Divine Justice.
But l notice that when the prodiga
came there was the fathers JOY. liz
did not greet him with any form,
"How do you do?' He did not come
out and say: you are unfit to entt
Go out and wash in the trough by {
well, and then you can come in. {
have had enough trouble with you.
All, no! When the proprietor Of that
tate proclaimed festival, it was an o.
burst of a fathers love and fathe.
joy. God is your father.
l have not much sympathy with
description of God l sometimes hear,
though he were a Turkish sultan-h;
and unsympathetic and listening not
the cry of his subjects. A man told
he saw in one of the eastern land ,
king riding along, and two men "
in alteration. and one charged the 3.
er with having eaten his rice, and t.
king said, Then SHAY the man, and
post morte: examination find whet
he has eaten the rice" And he
slain All, the cruelty of scene Ii
that! Our God is not sultan, not
despot, but father.-kind, loving, /.
giving he makes all heaven ri
again when prodigel comes hack.
have no pleasure, he says, Sin t.
Ieath of hi that dieth.
If a man does not get heaven. it i
because he will not go there. No diff
ence the col, {, no difference the history
no difference the ante cedents, no diff,
ence the su oundings, no difference
sin. When the white horses of Chrh
victory are brought oat to celebrate IN
eternal tri ph, you may ride one O
them, and, God is greater than all
his joy is greater, and when soul come
back there in his heart the surging O
an infinite ocean of giadness, and to ex
press that gladness it takes all the river
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