Connecticut western news., 1895-05-23

cannot pull give himself up to prayer. Pray by all means, but at the same time pull with all your might for the world 8 rescue. An arctic traveller hunt ing beaver while the ice was breaking up, and supposing that there was no human being within 100 miles, heard the ice crackle, and loi a lost man, in- sane with hunger and cold, was wading in the ice water. The explorer took the man into his canoe and made for land, and the people gathered on the shore. All the islanders had been looking for the lost man, and finding him, accord ing to prearrangement all the bells rang and all the guns fred Oh, you can make gladder time among the towers and hilltops of heaven if you can fetch home wanderer!
 The Other Side of the Story.
 In our time it is the habit to denounce the cities and to speak of them as the perdition of all wickedness. Is it not time for some one to tell the other side of the story and to say that the city is the heaven of practical helpfulness? Look at the embowered and fountained parks, where the invaids may come and be refreshed; the Bowery mission, through which annually over 100, ,O00 come to get bread for this life and bread for the life to come, all the pillows of that institution under the blessing of him who had not where to lay his head; the free schools, where the most impov- erished are educated; the hospitals for broken bones; the homes for the restora- tion of intellects astray; the Orphan House, father and mother to all who come under its benediction the mid night missions, which pour midnoon upon the darkened; the Prison Reform association; the houses of mercy; the infirmaries; the sheltering arms; the aid societies; the industrial schools; the Sailors Snug Harbor; the found ling asylums; the free dispensaries, where greatest scientific skill feels the pulse of wan pauper; the ambulance, the startling stroke of its bell clearing the way to the place of casualty, and good souls like the mother who came to the Howard mission, with its crowd of friendless boys picked up from the streets, and saying, "H you have crippled boy, give him to me; my dear boy died with the spinal complaint" and such a one she found and took him home and nursed him till he was well It would take sermon three weeks long to do justice to the mighty things which our cities are doing for the unfortunate and the lost Do not say that Christianity in our cities is all show and talk and genufe1ion and sa- cred noise You have been so long look ing at the hand of cruelty, and the hand of theft, and the hand of fraud, and the hand of outrage, that you have not sufa- ciently appreciated the hand of help stretched forth from the doors and win dows of churches and from merciful in- stitutions, the Christlike hand, the cherubic hand, the hand under the wing"
 When tho Day of Reward Comoth.
 There is also in my subject the sug- gestion of rewarded work for God and righteousness. When the wing went the hand went. When the wing ascend ed the hand ascended; and for every useful and Christian hand there will be elevation celestial and eternal Expect no human gratitude, for it will not come. That was q wise thing Fenelon wrote to his friend: "I am very glad, my dear, good fellow, that you are pleased with one of my letters which has been shown to you. You are right in saying and believing that ask little of men in general I try to do much for them and to expect nothing in return. find a decided advantage in these terms On these terms defy them to disap- point me" But, my hearers, the day cometh when your work, which perhaps no one has noticed or rewarded or hon. ored, will rise to heavenly recognition While have been telling you that the hand was under the wing of the cheru- bim want you to realize that the wing was over the hand Perhaps reward may not come to you right away. Wash ington lost more battles than he won, but he triumphed at the last. Walter Scott, in boyhood, was called "the Greek blockhead," but what height of renown did he not afterward tread?
 Rest For the Polling.
 And promise you victory farther on and higher up, if not in this world. then in the next. Oh, the heavenly day when your lifted hand shall be gloved with what honors, its finger enringed with what jewels, its wrist clasped with what splendors Come up and take it, you Christian woman, who served at the washtubi Come up and take it, you Christian shoemaker, who pounded the shoe last Come up and take it, you professional nurse, whose compensation never fully paid for broken nights and the whims and struggles of delirious sickrooms! Come up and take it, you firemen, besweated, far down amid the greasy machinery of ocean steamers, and ye conductors and engineers on rail roads, that knew no Sunday, and whose ringing bells and loud whistle never warned of your own anxietiesl
 Come up and take 1t, you mothers, who rocked and iullabied the family brood until they took wing for other nests and never appreciated what you had done and suffered for them. Your hand was we'll favored when you were young, and it was beautiful hand, so well rounded, so graceful that many ad- m1red and eulogized 1t, but hard work calloused it and twisted it, and self sacrificing toll for others paled it, and many household griefs thinned it, and the ring which went one only with push at the marriage altar now is too large and falls off, and again and again you have lost it. Poor hand Weary handl Wornout hand But God will reconstruct it, reanimate it, readorn it, and all heaven will know the story of that hand What fallen ones it lifted upl What tears it wiped awayI What wounds it bandaged What lighthouses it kindledl What storm tossed ships it brought into the pearl beached harbor Oh, am so glad that in the vision of my text Ezekiel saw the wing above the hand. Roll on that everlasting rest for all the toiling and misunderstood and suffering and weary children of God,