The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1894-03-23

servant depart in peace, for mine ewes
have seen Thy salvaticn.' s'Pshaw,'
says the father. 81 never felt SO much
like living in my life as now. 1 want
to see what that fellow is going on to
do, he has begun so we'll
Once for thirty-six hours we expect
ed every moment to go to the bottom
of the ocean. The waves struck through
the skylights and rushed down into the
hold of the ship and hissed against ths
boilers It was an awful time; but by
the blessing of God and the faithful
ness of the man in charge we came out
of the cyclone and we arrived at home.
Each one before leaving the ship
thanked Capt, Andrews. 1 do not
til ink there was a man or woman went
off that ship without thanking Capt.
Andrews. and when, years after,
heard of his death, I was impeled to
write letter of coincidence to his fam
lily in Liverpool. Everybody recognized
the goodness, the courage, the kind
ness of Capt. Andrews, but it occurs to
me now that we never thanked the en-
gineer. He stood away down in the
darkness amid the kissing furnaces do
ing his whole duty. Nobody thanked
the engineer, but God recognized his
heroism and his continuance and his
fidelity, and there will be just as high
reward for the engineer who worked
out of sight, as the captain who stood
on the bridge of the ship in the midst
of the bowling tempest.
Come, let US go right up and accost
those on this circle of heavenly thrones.
Surely they must have killed in battle
million men. Surely they must have
been buried with all the cathedrals
sounding dirge and all the towers of
all the cities tolling the national grief.
Who art Thou, mighty one of Heaven
Il lived by choice the unmarried
daughter in a humble home that /
might take care of my parents in their
old age, and I endured without COM
plants all their querulousness and
ministered to all their wants for twenty
years."
Let us pass on round the circle Of
thrones. Who art thou, mighty one
of Heaven? II was for thirty years
Christian invalid and suffered all the
while, occasionally writing a note of
sympathy for those worse off than I,
and was general eonfdant of all those
who had trouble, and once in awhile
was strong enough to make garment
for that poor family in the back
lane" Pass on to another thrones
Who art thou, mighty one of Heaven?
81 was the mother who raised a whole
family of children for God, and they
are out in the world, Christian mer-
chants, Christian mechanics Christian
wives, and / have had full rewared of
all my toll" Let us pass on in the
circle of thrones 81 had Sabbath
school class, and they were always on
my heart, and they all entered the
kingdom of God, and I am waiting for
their arrival"
But who art thou, the mighty one of
Heaven on this other throne? ''In time
of bitter persecution 1 owned a house
in Damascus, a house on the wall. A
man who preached Christ was bounded
from street to street, and I hid him
from the assassins, and when found
them breaking in my house, and I
could no longer keep him safely, | ads
vised him to flee for his life,
and a basket was let down over the
wall with the maltreated man in it, and
| was one who helped hold the rope"
And I said: 'Is that all?' and he an
swered: THAT is ALL" And while /
was lost in amazement, heard strong
voice that sounded as though it might
once have been hoarse from many ex-
posures and triumphant as though
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the martyrs, and it said: "Not
many mighty, not many noble are
called. but God hath chosen the weak
things of the world to confound the
things which are mighty, and base
things of the world and things which
are despised hath God chosen, yea, and
things which are not, to bring to
naught things which are, that no flesh
should glory in His presence" And l
looked to see from whence the voice
came, and 10! it w as the very one who
had said Through window in
basket was let d own by the wall"
Henceforth think of nothing as in
significant. A little thing may decide
your all. A Cunarder put out from
England for New York. 1t was well
equipped, but in putting up stove In
the pilot box a nail was driven
too near the compass. You know
how that nail would affect the COM
pass. The ships officer, deceived by
that distracted compass, put the
hip two hundred miles off her right
course, and suddenly the man on the
lookout cried: Land, hor' and the ship
was halted within a few yards of her
demo lition on Nantucket shoals. A
six-penny nail came near wrecking a
Cunarder. Small ropes hold mighty
destinies.
A minister seated in Boston at his
table, lacking a word he puts his hand
behind his head and tits back his chair
to think, and the ceiling falls and
crushes the table and would have
crushed him. A minister in Jamaica at
night by the light of an insect, called
the candle-fy. .iskept frcm stepping over
a precipice a hundred feet. F..W. Rob.
ertson, the celebrated English clergy.
man, said that he entered the ministry
from a train of circumstances started
by the barking of dog. Had the wind
blown one way on a certain day, the
Spanish inquisition would have been
established in England; but it blew
the other way, and that dropped the
accursed institution, with seventy-five
thousand tons of shipping, to the bot
tom of the sea, or flung the splintered
logs on the rocks.
Nothing unimportant IN your life or
mine. Three eiphers placed on the
right side of the figure "1'' to make
thousand, and six ciphers on the righ