The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1895-08-09
THE LONDONDERRY SITTER.

call on your mothers God. l think she
was good. You rehember when your fa.
Their came homo drunk late on q cold
night, how patient your mother was,
You often heard her pray, She used to
sit by tho hour meditating as though
she were thinking of some good. warm
place, where it never gets cold, and
where tho bread does not fail and stag
gering steps never come You romem-
Der her now as she sat in cap and spec
tacles reading her Bible Sunday after
noon. What good advice she used to
give YOU How black and terrible the
hole In the ground looked to you when
with two ropes they let her down to rest
in the graveyard All, think from
your looks that am on the right track
Awake o sleeper, and call upon thy
mothers God
But perhaps both your father and
mother were depraved. Perhaps your
cradle was rocked by sin and shame,
and it is a wonder that from such
starting you have come to respectable
ity Then don't call upon the God of
either of your parents, beg of You.
The God of Thy Children.
But you have children. You know
God kindled those bright eyes and
rounded those healthy limbs and set
beating within their breast an immor-
tally. Perhaps in the belief that some
how it would be for the best you have
taught them to say an evening prayer,
and when they kneel beside you and
fold their little hands and look up,
their faces all innocence and love, you
know that there Is God somewhere
about i'll the room.
I think l am ON the right track at
last, Awake, o sleeper, and call upon
the God of thy childrenl May he set
these little ones to pulling at thy heart
until they charm theo to the same God
TO whom tonight they will say their lit
tie prayers
But, alas, alas, some of these men
and women are unmoved by tho fact
that their father had God, that their
mother had a God, and their children
have God, but they have no God. All
the divine goodness for nothing All
warning for nothing. They're sound
asleep in the side of the ship, though
the sea and sky are in mad wrestle
Many years ago man, leaving his
family in Massachusetts, sailed from
Boston to China to trade there. On the
coast of China in the midst of night of
storm he made shipwreck. The adven-
turer was washed Up on the beach sense
less-all his money gone. He had to beg
in the streets of Canton to keep from
starving. For two years there was no
communication between himself and
family. They supposed him dead. He
knew not but that his family were dead.
He had gone out as captain, He was
too proud to come back as private sail
or. But after awhile he choked down
his pride and sailed for Boston. Arriv-
ing there, he took an evening train for
the center of the state, where he had
left his family. Taking the stage from
the depot and riding score of miles, he
got home. He says that, going up in
| front of the cottage in the bright moon
| light, the place looked to him like heav-
en-. He raped on the window, and the
affrighted servant let him in. He went
to the room where his wife and child
were sleeping. He did not dare to wake
them for fear of the shock Bending
over to kiss his child's cheek, a tear fell
upon the wife's face, and she Weakened,
and he said, "Mary !" and she knew his
voice, and there was All indescribable
scene of welcome and joy and thanksgiy-
ing to God
Today know that many of You are
sea tossed and driven by sin in worse
storm than that which came down on
the coast of China, and yet pray God
Chat you may, like the sailor, live to get
home. In the house Of many mansions
your friends are waiting to meet you.
They are wondering why you do not
come. Escaped from the shipwrecks of
earth, may you at last go in! 1t will be
4 bright night-a very bright night as
you put your thumb on the latch of that
door. Once in you will find the old fam
lily faces sweeter than when you last
saw them, and there it will be found
that he who was your fathers God, and
your mothers God, and your children S
God, is your own most blessed Redeem
er, to whom be glory and dominion
throughout all ages, world without end
| Amen