The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1894-08-30


what was tho matter with tho man, how
| old he was and what were his last expe.
riences. They know with what tempo
| raj prospects he has LETT his family.
There 10 no haste, there is no indecency
In the obse quies. There is nothing done
as mero matter of business. Even the
children como Gu; as the procession
passes and look sympathetic, aud the
tree shadows seem to deepen, end the
brooks weep in sylup ,thy as the process
sion goes by. BuS, mark you, this that
L was speaking of was city funeral. In
great cities tho cart .jostles the hearse,
and there are mirth and gladness and
indifference as tho weeping prcces sion
COOS by. In the city of Main it was a
common thing 70 nave trouble aud be-
reavement and death. Christ saw 1t CIV.
cry day there. Perhaps that vory hour
thero were others being carried out, but
this frequency Of trouble did not harden
Chrisps heart at all. lie stepped right
out, and he say this nouruer, and he
had compassion on hor, and he SAID,
"Weep not"
Now, l have TO tell you, oh, bruised
souls, and thece are many everywhere-
havo you ever looked over any gceat au
dienco aud noticed how many shadows
OF sorrow there are? l come to all such
anu say, "Christ meets you, and he has
compassion on you, and he says, weep
not" Perhaps with some il is lluan-
clal trouble. "Oh," you say, "it is such
q silly thing for man to cry over lost
money!" 1t is?
Suppose you had n large fortune, and
oil luxurles brought TO your table, and
your wardrobe was full, and your homo
was beautlhs sd by music and sculpture
and painting and thronged by the Gle.
CANT and educated, and then sOme rough
misfortune should strike you in the face
and trample your treasures aud taunt
your children for their faded dress and
and send you into commercial circles an
underllng whore once you waved ecep-
tor OF gold. DO you think you would
cry them? l think you would. But
Christ comes and meets all such today.
lie sees all the straits in which you have
been thrust. lie observes tho 81 eer of
that man who once was proud to walk
in your shadow and glad to got your
help. He secs the protested note, the
uncanceled Judgment, the foreclosed
mortgage, the heartbreaking exaspera.
OGs L
tho cattle on thousand hills. will
never lot you starve. From my hand
the fowls OF heaven peck all their food.
And will let you starve? Never--no,
my child, never"
Perhaps it may be living homo trou
bic that you cannot speak about to your
best friend. It may be some domestic
unhappiness. It may be an evil sus-
plclon. 1t may be the disgrace follow.
ing in the footsteps cfa son that is way.
ward, or companion who is cruel, or a
father that will not do right, and for
years there may have been a vulture
striking its beaK into the vtals of your
soul, and you sit there today feeling it
| ls worse thau death. 1t is. It ls worse
than death. And yet there is relief
Though the night may be the blackest,
though the voices of hell may tell you
TO curse God aud die, look up and hear
The voice that accosted the woman OF
the text rs it says, Weep not"
Earth hath no sorrow
That heaven cannot euro.
learn again from all this that CHRIST
is the master of the grave. Just outside
the cato of the city Death and Chlist
measured lances, and when the young
man rose Death dropped. Nov we are
scene it was when thnt young man came
back! The mother never expected to
hear him speak again. She never thou yht
that he would kiss her again. How the
tears started and how her heart throb-
bed as she said, ooh, my son, my son,
my son!" Aud tha. scene ls going to be
repeated 1t is going to ba repeated 10,-
600 times. These broken family circles
have got 10 come together. These eX.
tinguished household lights have got TO
be rekindled. There will be q stir in tho
family lot in the cemetery, aud there
will be n rush into lite at the command.
"Young man, 1 say unto thee arse!n
As the child shakes Of the dust OF the
tomb and comes forth fresh and fair and
beautiful, and you throw your arms
around IL and press it TO your heart, IN.
gel to angel will repeat the story of
Main. "He delivered him TO his mo.
ther." Did you notice that passage in
the text as read il? "He delivered
him to his mother" Oh, ye troubled
souls! Oh, ye who have lived to see
every prospect blasted, peeled, scattered,
consumed! Wait little. The seed
time of tears will become the wheat har.
vest. In cline cut OF no wintry blast,
under sky pa'led by no hurtling tenn.
post, and amid ledeemed ones that weep
not, that part not, that die not, friend
will come to friend, and kindred will Join
kindred, and the long procession that
marches the avenues of gold will lift up
their palms as again and again it is an
nounced that the same one who came to
Che relief Of this woman Of the text came
to the reliot of many a maternal heart,
and repeated The wonders Of resurrec
ton, and delivered him to his mother.'
Oh, that will be the harvest OF the world.
That will be the coronation of prime ,s.
That will be the Sabbath Of eternity.
Care OF DGciduoug Teeth.
The child receives Its first temporary
tooth about the fifth month after
birth, the dentltion being completed at
the age Of two years. 1t has been often
said that the nurse cannot be too care
ful that these teeth arc cleaned with q