The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-10-19


entabernacled, the soul of the em-
press has taken possession OF this
figure. am not yet satisfied
that 1t Is stone. The puff of
the dress on the arm seems to
need but the pressure OF the finger to
indent it. The figures at the bottom
OF the robe, the ruffle at the neck, the
fur lining on the dress, the embroidery
of the satin. the cluster OF lily, and
leaf, and rose in her hand, the poise of
her body as she seems to come sailing
out of the sky, her face calm,
humble beautiful. but yet sad.
attest the genius OF the sculp-
tor and the beauty of the heroine
he celebrates. Looking up through
the riffs of the coronet that encircles
her brow, could see the sky beyond,
the great heavens where all woman's
wrongs shall be rightcd, and the story
of endurance and resignation shall be
told to all ages The rose and the lily
in the hand of Josephine will never
drop their petals. Believe not the re-
cent ISLANDERS upon her memory. The
children of God, whether they
suffer on earth in palaces or
novels, shall come to that glori-
GUS rest Oh, Heaven, sweet Heaven!
at thy gate we set down all our
burdens and griefs. The place will be
full. Here there are vacant chairs at
the hearth and at the table, but there
are no vacant chairs in Heaven. The
crowns all worn; the thrones all
mounted. Some talk of Heaven as
though it were very handsome
church, where a few favored spirits
would como in and sit down on finely
cushioned seats all by themselves,
and sing psalms to all eternity. No,
no. II saw a great multitude that
no man could number standing
before the throne. He that talked
with me had golden reed to measure
the city. and it was twelve thousand
furlongs"-that is. fifteen hundred
miles-''in circumference" Ali lieav-
en- is not little colony at one corner
of Gods dominion, where mans en-
trance depends upon what kind of
clothes he has on his back, and how
much money he has in his purse, but
vast empire. God grant that the light
of that blessed world may shine upon
US in our last moment
The first time crossed the Atlantic
the toughest time we had was ut the
mouth of Liverpool harbor We ar
rived at niGhtfall, and were obliged to
lie there till the morning, waiting for
the rising of the tide, before we could
go up to the city. How the vessel
pitched and writhed in the water So,
sometimes, the last illness of the Chris
tian is struggle. lie is almost
through the voyage. The waves of
temptation toss his soul, but he waits
for the morning. At last the light
dawns, and the tides of joy rise in his
soul, and he sails up and casts anchor
within its veil.
Is thy heart right? What question
can compare with this in Importance?
1t is business question. Do you not
realize that you will soon have to go
out OF that store, that you will soon
have to resign that partnership. that
soon among all the millions of dollars
worth OF goods that are sold you will
not have the handling of n yard of cloth.
or pound of sugar, or pennyworth of
anything; that soon, if counagration
should start at Central park aud sweep
everything to the battery, it would
not disturb you; that soon, if every
cashier should abscond, and every in
surance company should fail. it
would not affect you? What
are the questions that stop this
side of the grave compared with
the questions that reach beyond
it? Are you making losses that are to
be everlasting? Are you making pui-
chases for eternity? Are you jobbing
for time when you might be who!esal-
ing for eternity? What question of
the store is so broad at the base, and
SO altitudinous, and so overwhelming
"a the question:: us thy heart right?"
Or is it domestic question? Is it
something about father, or mother, or
companion, or son, .or daughter, that
you think is comparable with this
question in Importance? Do you not
realize that by universal and ineXora.
broken up? Your father will be gone,
your mother will be gone, your
companion will be gone, your
child will be gone, you will
be gone, and then this supernal
question will begin to harvest it's
chief gains, or depore its worst losses,
roll up into its mightiest magnitude,
or sweep its vast circles. What diff
ference now does it make to Napoleon
III. whether he triumphed or SUR
rendered at Sedan? whether he lived
at the Tuileries or at Chislehurst,
whether he was emperor or exile?
They laid him out in his coffin in the
dress of field marshal. Did that
give him any better chance for
the next world than If he had
been laid out in a plain shroud? And
soon to US what will be the difference,
whether in this world we rode or
walked, were bowed to or maltreated,
were applauded or Missed at. were well
coined in or kicked out, while laying
hold of every moment of the
great future, and burning in all
the splendor or grief, and over
arching and undergoing all time
and all eternity, is the plain, simple.
pratical, thrilling, agoniaing, over
whelming questions: us thy heart
right?' lave you within you re.
penting heart, an expectant heart? II
not, must write upon your soul what
George Whitefeld wrote upon the
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