Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1896-03-30
out. You have helped that young man,
and you have helped yourself
A Thought to Carry,

out. You have helped that young man,
and you have helped yourself
A Thought to Carry,
Colonel Gardiner, who sat with his
elbow on table, spread with all extrav-
agant viands, looking off at a dog on
the rug, saying, "How I would like to
change places with him, I be the dog
and he be Colonel Gardiner" or those
two Moravian missionaries who wanted
to go into the lazaretto for the sake of
attending the sick, and they were told
eff you go in there, you will never
come out. We never allow any one to
come out, for he would bring the conta-
gion.' Then they made their wills and
went in, first to help the sick and then
to die. Which was the happier-CoIo-
mel Gardiner or the MOravian mission
aries dying for others? Was it all sacri-
fee when the missionaries wanted to
bring the gospel to the negroes at the
Barbados, and, being denied the privi-
lege, sold themselves into slavery, stand
ing side by side and lying side by side
down III the very ditch of suffering, in
order that they might bring those men
up to life and God and heaven? Oh,
there is a THRILL in the joy of doing good
1t is the most magnificent recreation to
which q man ever put his hand or his
head or his heart.
But before closing I want to impress
upon you that mere secular entertain
ments are not fit foundation for your
soul to build on. I was reading of Il
woman who had gone all the rounds Of
sinful amusement and she came to die.
She said, II will die tonight at 6
o'clock. "Oh," they said, 81 guess
not; you dent seem to be sick. +" 81
shall die at o'clock, and my soul viii
be lost. I know it will be lost. have
sinned away my day Of grace" The
noon came. They desired her to seek re-
Hgious counsel. cob, - she said, cit is
of no use. Ny day is gone. l have been
all the rounds of worldly pleasure, and
it is too late. I shall die tonight at
o'clock. y The day wore away. and it
came to o'clock and to o'clock, and
she cried out ct o'clock: destroying
spirits, ye shall not have me yet; it is
not 6, it is not 6 p The moments went
by. and the shadows began to gather,
and the clock struck 6, and while it
was striking her soul went. What hour
God Will call for Us [ do not know
whether o'clock tonight, or 3 o'clock
this afternoon, or at l o'clock, or at this
moment. Sitting where you are, falling
forward or dropping down, where Will
you go to?
The last hour Of our life will soon be
here, and from that hour we will review
this days proceedings. 1t will be a sol
emn hour. If from our death pillow we
have to look back and see life spent Ill
sinful amusement, there will be a dart
that will strike through our soul sharp
er than the dagger with which Virgin
ius slew his child. The memory of the
past Will make Us quake like Macbeth.
The iniquities and rioting through
which we have passed Will come upon
US, weird and skeleton as Meg Merri-
lies. Death, the old Shylock, Will de-
mand and take the remaining pound of
flesh and the remaining drop of blood,
and upon our last opportunity for re-
pentance and our last chance for heaven
the curtain Will forever drop.