Connecticut western news., 1895-09-26

a higher point and falls back, and next year it.comes to still higher point and falls back, but all the time it is advanc- ing, until it shall be full tide, land the earth shall be full of the knowledge of God as the waters fill the sea.
 "Ecce Deus."
 Again, learn from this subject that Christ is God and man in the same per son. I go into the back part of that boat, and look on Christ 's' s'sleeping face and see in that face the story of sorrow and weariness, and deeper shadow comes over his face, and think he must be dreaming of the cross that is to come. As stand on the back part of the boat looking on his face gay: "Heis man He is a man f' But when see him come to the prov of the boat, and the sea kneels in his presence, and the winds fold their wings at his command, I say "He is God! He is God di' The hand that set up the stormy pillars of the universe wiping away the tears of an orphani When want pity and sympa- thy, I go into the back part of this boat. and look at him, and I say: 70 Lord Jesus, thou weary One, thou suffering One, have mercy on me!' 'Ecce ho- mol" Behold the man But when want courage for the conflict of life, when want some one to beat down my enemies, when want faith for the great future, then come to the front of the boat and see Christ standing there in all his omnipotence, and I say, 70 Christ, thou who couldst hush the storm can hush all my sorrows, all my temptations, all my fearsl' tEcce De- us!' Behold the God
 Tho Flushed Tempest.
 I learn also from this snbject that Christ can hush the tempest. Some of you, my hearers, have heavy load of troubles. Some of you have wept until you can weep no more. Perhaps God took the sweetest child out of your house, the one that, asked the most cu- rious questions, the one that hung around you with greatest fondness. The gravedigger's spade cut down through your bleeding heart. Or perhaps it was the only one that you had, and your soul has ever since been like desolated castle, where the birds of tho night hoot amid the falling towers and along the crumbling stairway. Or perhaps it was an aged mother that was called away. You used to send for her when you had any kind of trouble. She was in your home to welcome your children into life, when they died she was there to pity you. You know that the old hand will never do any more kindness for you, and the lock of white hair that you keep so we'll ill the casket of the locket does not look so we'll as it did ion the day when she moved it back from | the wrinkled forehead under the old l fashioned bonnet in the church in the country. Or perhaps your property has | gone. You said, "There, have so much | in bank stock, so much have ill houses, so much I have in lands, so much have in securities. y Suddenly it is al | gone. Alasi for the man who once ha6 l plenty of money, but who has hardly enough now for the morning marketing | No storm ever swept over Gennesare' like that which has gone trampling it' thunders over your quaking soul Bui you awoke Christ iu the hack part o4 the ship, crying, 'sMaster, scarest thor not that perish?'' and Christ rose al and quieted you. Jesus hushing thu tempest.
 There is one storm into which W, I must all run. When a man let's go thi l life to take hold of the next, I do no care how much grace he has, he vii want it all. What is that out yonder That is d dying Christian rocked on tn, surges of death. Winds that hay, wrecked magnificent fotillas of pomI and worldly power come down on that Christian soul All the spirits of dark ness seem to be let loose, for it is theil last chance. The wailing of kindred seems to mingle with the swirl of tho waters, and the scream of the wind ant the thunder of the sky. Deep to deep pillow to pillow, yet no tremor, nt gloom, no terror, no signing for the dy ing Christian. The fact is that from tn, back part of the boat voice sings out "When thou passest through the water will be with thee" By the flash O the storm the dying Christian sees tha the harbor is only just ahead. Fron heavenly castles voices of welcome conn
 over the waters. Peace drops on the an
 like child falling asleep amid tear
 and trouble. Christ hath hushed tn
 tempest.