The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1895-08-23
THE LONDONDERRY SITTER.

the curriculum and has taken course |
of dungeons and imprisonments and
shipwrecks, he Is qualified for the work
Of sympathy.
When began to preach, my sermons
ON the subject of trouble We're all poetic
and in semiblank verse, hut God knocked !
the blank verse ont Of me long ago and
have found ont that l cannot comfort
people except rs / myself have been
troubled. God make me the son of con-
ISOLATION TO tho people! would rather
be the means of soothing one perturbed
spirit today than to play a tune that
would set all the sons of mirth Keeling
in tho dance,
am an herb doctor, put into the
caldron the root out Of dry ground,
without form or comeliness. Then l
put in the rose of Sharon and the lily
of the valley. Then put into the cal
dron some of the leaves from the tree of
life and tho branch that was thrown
into the wilderness Marah. Then pour
In the tears of Bethany and Golgotha;
then stir them up Then l kindlo I'M
der the caldron a fire made out Of the
wood of the cross, and one drop of that
notion will cure the worst sickness that
ever afflicted a human soul. Mary and
Martha shall receive their Lazarus from
| the tomb The damsels shall rise. And
on the darkness shall break the morning
and God will wipe all tears from their
| eyes.
Jesus had enough trial to make him
sympathetic with all trial The shortest
verse in the Billie tells the story, "Je-
sus wept." The scar ON the back Of his
either hand, the scar ON the arch of
either foot, the row of scars along the
! line of the hair, will keep all heaven
thinking. Oh, that Great Weeper is just
/ the one to silence all earthly trouble,
wipe out all stains of earthly grief.
Gentlel Why, his step is softer than the
step of the dew. twill not be a tyrant
bidding you to hush up your crying 1t
will be q father who will take you on
his left arm, his face beaming into
yours, while with the soft tips of the
fingers of the right hand he shall wipe
sway all tears from your eyes
Eomesick For Heaven.
Friends, if we could get any appre-
citation of what God has in reserve for
us, it would make us so homesick we
would be unfit for our everyday work.
Professor Leonard, formerly of Iowa
university, put in my hand "a meteoric
stone, a stone thrown off from some 9TH
er world TO this. How suggestive it was
| A. how. fg, ta11 We, tho haSt
representations we have Of heaven are
only aerolites flung off from that world
which rolls on bearing the multitudes
of the redeemed We analyze these aero
lites and find them crystallizations of
tears. No wonder, flung off from heav-
enl "God shall wipe away all tears
from their eyes. y
Have you any appreciation of the
good and glorious times your friends
are having in heaven? How different it
is when they get news there of a Chris
tian' s death from what it is here! 1t is
the difference between embarkation and
coming into port. Everything depends
upon which side Of the river you stand
when you hear of a Christians death.
If you stand on this side of the river,
you mourn that they 60 If you stand
on the other side Of the river, you re-
joice that they come. Oh, the difference
between funeral on earth and a jubi-
lee in heaven-between requiem here
and triumph there-parting here and
reunion there! Together! Have you
Thought of it? They are together. Not
one of your departed friends in one land
and another in another land, but to-
gether, in different rooms of the same
house-the house of many mansions.
Together
/ never more appreciated that thought
than when we laid away in her last
slumber my sister Sarah. Standing there
In the village cemetery, looked around
and said, There is father, there is
mother, there is grandfather, there is
grandmother, there are whole circles Of
jlindred, and I thought to myself, ITO
getheS III the grave---togeth in glory.
I am so impressed with the thought
that l do not think it is any fanaticisn
when some one is going from this worit
to the next if you make them the bearer
of dispatches to your friends who arr
gone, saying "Give my love to my par
ents, give my love to my children, CIV
my love to my old comrades who are IL
| glory, and tell them am trying to figh
, the good fight Of faith and | will JON
) them after awhile. | believe the mes
sage will be delivered, and believe
t will increase the gladness of those VIII
, are before the throne. Together are they
/ all their tears gone.
My friends, take this good cheer HON
| with you. These tears of bereavement
i that course your cheek, and of persecu
: ton, and of trial, are not always to b
there. The motherly hand Of God vii
wipe them all away What is the use
(, on the way to such consummation-
e what is theslse of fretting about any
i thing? Oh, what an exhllaratlon
a ought to be in Christian work! See 20
( the pinnacles against the sky? is tn
city of our God, and we are approach
ID ing it, Oh, let rs be busy in the day
that remain for u.s.
| put this balsam on the wounds {
a. your heart Rejoice at the thought {
y what your departed friends have g
~ rid of, and that you have a prospect
4 50 soon making your own escape Bee
&, cheerfully the ministry of tears, an
lie exult at the thought that soon it is to
q ended.
Ae There we shall march up the heavenly stree
lie And ground our arms at Jesus feet.
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