The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1894-11-14


play, and he had a blank piece
of paper before him, and the
king famili:,rly looked over his shoulder
and said: "What are you playing?
I see no music before YOU" And
Mozart put his hand on his brow. US
to. say: II am improvising." 1t was
very well for him, but oh, my friends,
I'VE can not extempmize for Heaven.
If we do not get prepared In this
world, we will never take part in the
orchestral harmonies of the saved. Oh.
that we were as wise as the crane and
the storl, flying away. flying away
from the tempest!
Some of you have felt the pinching
frost of sin. You feel it to-day. You
are not happy. / look into your faces,
and know you are not happy. There
are voices within your soul that will
not be silenced, telling you that you
are sinners, and that without the par
don of God you are undonc forever.
What are you going to do, my friends,
with the accumulated transgres-
siona of o lifetime! Will you stand
still and let the avalanche tumble over
you? Oh, that you would 20 away
into the warm heart OF GODS mercy.
The southern grove, redolent with
magnolia and cactus, never waited for
northern focks, as God has waited for
you, saying: "I have loved thee with an
everlasting love. Come unto me, all
ye who are weary and heavy laden,
and 7 will give YOU rest"
Another frost is bidding you away
it is the frost of sorrow. Where doyou
live now? "Oh," you say: II have
moved" Why did you mover You
say: II have. moved" Why did you
move? You say: "I don't want as large
a house now as formerly" Why do you
not want as large house? You say:
"My family is not so large" Where
have they gone to? Eternity! Your
mind goes back through that last
sickness and through the almost
supernatural effort to keep life, and
through these prayers that seemed
unavailing, and through that kiss
which received no response, because
the lips were lifeless, and hear the
bells tolling and ] hear the hearts
breaking-while speak, I hear them
break. A heart Another heart!
Alone! Alone! Alone! The world,
which in your girlhood and boyhood
was sunshine, is cold now, and OIL
weary dove, you fly around this
world as though YOU would like
to stay, when the wind and the frost
and the blaclsening clouds would bid
you away into the heart OF an all
comforting God. Oh, have noticed
again and again what botch this
world makes of it when it tries to COM
fort soul in trouble! II says: Don't
cry!" How can we help crying when
the hearts treasures are scattered, md
father is gone. and mother is gone, and
companions are gone, and the child is
gone, and everything seems gone. 1t is
no comfort to tell a man not to cry.
The world comes up and says: "Oh, it
is only the body of your loved one that
you have put into the ground!' But
there is no comfort in THAT. That body
is precious. Shall we never put our
hand in that hand again, and shall we
never see that sweet face again? Away
with your heartlessness, oh, world!
But come, Jesus! and tell us that when
tthe tears fall they fall into Gods bottle;
that the dear bodies of our loved ones
shall rise radiant in the resurrection;
and all the breakings down here shall
be fittings up there, and they shall
hunger no more, neither thirst any
more, neither shall the sun light on
on them nor any heat, for the Lamb,
which is in the midst of the throne,
shall lead them to living fountains Of
water, and God shall wipe all the fears
from their eyes,"
You may have noticed that when the
chaffinch or the stork or the crane
starts on it's migration, it's calls all
those Of its kind to come too. The
tree-tops are full of chirp and whistle
and carol and the long roll-call. The
bird does not start off alone. It gath
ers all of it's kind. Oh, that you
might be as wise in this migra-
ton to Heaven, and that you
might gather all your families and your
friends with you! T. would that Han
nah might take Samuel by the hand,
and Abraham might take Isaac, and
Hagar might take Ishmael. ask if
those who sat at your breakfast table
this morning will sit with you in
Heaven? I ask you what influences
you are trying to bring upon them?
Are you calling them to 60 with you?
Aye, aye, have you started yourself?
Start for Heaven and take your chill
dren with you. Come thou and all thy
house into the ark. Tell your little
ones that there are realms of balm and
sweetness for all those who fly in the
right direction. Swifter than eagles
stroke, put out for Heaven. Like the
crane or the stork, stop not night
nor day until you find the right place
for stopping. Seated to-day in Chris
Liam service will you be seated in the
same glorious service when the heav-
ems have passed away with great