Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1894-06-01
fonIcs, and their plastefs, and their cor
dials rather than upon heavenly stimu-

lants.
Oh, how few people there are COM
pletely we'll Some Of you, by dint OF
perseverance, and care. have kept living
to this time, but how you have had to
war against physical ailments Antedl-
luvians, without medical college and In
Urinary and apothecary shop, multiplied
their years by hundreds, but he who
has gone through the gantlet Of disease
in our time and has come to 70 years OF
age is hero worthy Of palm.
The world seems to be great hospi-
tai, and you run against rheumatisms
and consumptions and scrofulas and
neuralgias and scores Of old diseases
baptized by new nomenclature. On,
how heavy burden sickness Isl IL
takes the color out Of the sky, and the
sparkle out Of the wave, and the sweet
ness out Of the fruit, and the luster OUT
Of the night When the limbs ache,
when the respiration is painful, when
the mouth is hot, when the ear roars
with unhealthy distractions, how hard
II is to be patient and cheerful and as
siduousl
The Faith Cure.
"Cast thy burden upon the Lord. u"
Does your hoad ache? His wore the
thorn. Do your feet hurt1 His were
crushed Of the spikes. Is your side PAIN
full His was struck by the spear. DO
you feel like giving way under the bur-
deni His weakness gave way under a
cross While you are in every possible
way to try to restore your physical Wig
or, you are to remember that more
soothing than any anodyne, more vital
izing than any stimulant and more
strengthening than any tonic is the
prescription Of the text. Cast thy bur
den upon the Lord, and he will sustain
thee.
We hear a great deal Of talk now
about faith cure, and some people say
II cannot be done and it is failure l
do not know but that the chief advance
Of the church Is to be in that dlrec'
ton. Marvellous things come to me day
by day which make me think that II
the age Of miracles is past it is because
the faith Of miracles is past
A prominent merchant Of New YORK
said to member Of my family My
mother wants her case mentioned to Mr.
Talmage,"
This was the case He saidi MY
mother had a dreadful abscess. from
which she had suffered untold agonies,
and all surgery had been exhausted up
on her, and worse and worse she grew
until we called in a few Christian
friends and proceeded to pray about it
We commended her case to God, and
the abscess began Immediately to be
cured. She Is entirely well now, and
without knife and without any surgery. "
So that case has come to me, and there
are a score of other cases coming to our
ears from all parts Of the earth. Oh, ye
who are sick, go to Christi Oh, ye who
are worn out with agonies Of body,
Cast thy burden upon the Lord and
he shall sustain theep'
Empty Cradles and Chairs.
Another burden some have to carry IS
the burden Of bereavement All. these
are the troubles that wear us out! Ii
we lose our property. by additional in
dustry perhaps we may bring back the
estranRed fortune. II we lose our good
name, perhaps by reformation Of morals
we may achieve again reputation for
integrity, but who will bring back the
dear departed?
Alas, me, for these empty cradles and
these trunks of childish TOYS that will
never Be used again Alas, me, for the
empty chair and the silence in the halls
that will never echo again to those IA
miliar footsteps Alas, for the cry Of
widowhood and orphanage! What bit
ter Marahs in the wilderness, what
cities Of the dead, what long, black
shadow from the wing Of death, what
eyes sunken with grief, what hands
tremulous with bereavement, what in
strunents Of music shut now because
there are no fingers to play on them Is
there no relief for such souls? Aye, let
that soul ride into the harbor Of my
text:
The soul that on Jesus hath leaned Tor reposS
will not viii not desert TO its foes.
That soul. though all he'll shall endeayor 10
shake.
III never, no never, no never forsake.
Now. the grave is brighter than the
ancient tomb where the lights were per-
petually kept burning. The SCARED feet
Of him who was tho resurrection and
the life" are on the broken grave hill.
lock, while the voices Of angels ring
down the sky at the coronation Of an
other soul come home TO glory.
Tho Ruined Race,
Then there are many who carry the
burden Of sin All we all carry it IN.
I'll in the appointed way that burden is
lifted We need no Bible to prove that
the whole race is ruined What a spec
tacle it would be il we could tear off
the mask Of human deflement or beat
a drum that would bring up the whole
army of the worlds transgressions-the
deception, the fraud, and the rapine,
and the murder, and the crime Of all
centuriesl Aye, if l could sound the
trumpet Of resurrection in the soul Of the
best men in this audience, and all the
dead sins Of the past should come up, we
could not endure the sight Sin, grim
and dire, has put its clutch upon the i'm
mortal soul, and that clutch will never
relax unless it be under the heel Of him
who came 10 destroy the works Of the
devil
Oh, to have n mountain Of sin on the
SOUL Is there no way to have the bur-
den moved? Oh, yes Cast thy burden
upon the Lord d" The sinless one came
to take the consequences Of our SIM And
know he is in earnest How do know
it7 BY the streaming temples and the
streaming hands as he says, Come un.
to me, all ye who are weary and heavy
laden, and l will give you rest.
Why will prodigals live on swines'
husks when the robe, and the ring, and
the fathers welcome are readyl Why
90 wandering over the great Sahara des-
ert Of your sin when you are invited to
the gardens Of God, the trees Of life and
the fountains Of living water? Why be