Milford chronicle. [volume] (Milford, Del.) 1878-1974, 1895-09-06

saved By the grace of God. You seem TO
be only a slender sinner, and you don't
much extol the mercy OF God; but we that
/ have been such very awful sinners praise
his grace the moro now that we have been
( redeemed" Can it be that you are so des-
I perately egotistical that you feel yourself
/ In first rate spiritual trim, and that from
the root of the hair to the tip Of tho too
you are scarless and immaculate? What
you need is a looking glass, and here 1t is
In the Bible. Poor and wrotohcd and mis-
cradle and blind and naked from the crown
Of the head To the sole of the foot, full Of
wounds and putrefying sores. No health
+ In us. And then take the fact that Christ
[ gathered up all the notes against us and
paid them. and then offered as the receipt
And how much we need him in our sor-
rowsl We are independent Of circum-
stances if we have bis grace Why, he made
Paul sing in tho dungeon, and under that
grace St. John from desOlate PJtmOs heard
the blast Of the apocalyptio trumpets. Aft
or all other candles have been snuffed out,
this is the light that gets brighter and
brighter unto the perfect day; and after,
under the hard hoofs Of calamity, all the
pools OF worldly enjoyment have been
trampled into doep miro, at the foot Of the
eternal rock the Christian, from cups Of
granite lily trimmed, puts out the thirst Of
his soul
Consolation For the Dying.
Again, remark that Christ is chief in
dying alleviations. 1 have not any sympa-
thy with the morbidity abroad about our
demise. The emperor of COnstantinoplo
arranged that on tho day of his coronation
the stoncnuson should come and consult
him about tho tombstone that after awhile
he would need And there are men who
are monomaniacal on tho subject of de-
parture from this life by death, and tho
moro they think of it tho less they are pro
pared TO go This is an unmanliness not
worthy Of YOU not worthy of me.
Saladin, tho greatest oonqueror Of his
day while dying, ordered that the tunio
he had ON him be carried after his death
on his spear at the head Of his army, and
that then the soldier, ever and anon,
should stop and say: "Bohold all that is
left of Saladin, the emperor and conquer
orr OF all the states he conquered, of all
the wealth he accumulated, nothing did
he retain but this shroud." 1 have no
sympathy with such behavior, or such alb
surd demonstration, or with much that
we hear uttered in regard to departure
from this life to the next. There is a com
mon sensical idea on this subject that you
need to consider-there are only two styles
81 departure. A thousand feet under
ground, by light of torch, toiling in a
miners shaft, a ledge of rock may fall up
on us, and we may die a miners death. /
Far out at sea, falling from the slippery |
rath nes and broken on the halliards we
may die u sailors death. On mission of
mercy in hospital, amid broken bones and /
reekng leprOsies and raging fevers, we
may die philanthrOpist' $ death. On tho
field of battle, serving Sod and our coun- |
try, slugs through tho heart, the gun car I
riago may roll over us and we may die a
patriots death. But, after all, there are
only two styles of departure-thc death Of
the righteous and the death of the wicked I
and we all want TO die the former.
God grant that when that hour comes /
you may be at home. You want the hand /
Of your kindred in your hand. You want |
your children to surround you. You want /
the light on your pillow from eyes that |
have long reflected your love. You want 1
your room still You do not want any Gu /
rious strangers standing around watching
YOU. You want your kindred from afar to .
hear your last prayer. I think that is the /
wish Of all Of us. But is that all? Can |
earthly friends hold us up when the bill /
lows of death come up to the girdle? Can .
human voice charm open heavens gate? .
Can human hand pilot usthrough the mar
rows Of death into heavens harbor? Can
any earthly friendship shield us from the (
arrows of death, and in the hour when sa-
tan shall practice upon us his internal
archery? No, no, no, mol Alas, poor soul,
If that is all Better die in the Wilderness,
far from tree shadow and from fountain, I
alone, vultures circling through the air
waiting for our body, unknown to men,
and to have no burial, if only Christ could
say through the solitudes, 81 will never
leave thee, I will never forsake thee. "
From that pillow of stone ladder would
soar heavenward, angels coming and 60
ing, and across tho solitude and the bar
renness would come the sweet notes of
heavenly minstrelsy
Their Last Words.
Gordon Hall, far from home, dying in
door of a heather temple, said, GLORY to
thee, 0 Godw What did dying Wilber-
force say to his wife? "Come and sit be-
sido mo and LEFT lis talk of heaven I never