The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-10-31

'ANS w nave, tHdnK GOu IOt
what you have, and pray for more.
You are not worse cnslaved than
Joseph, no worse troubled than was
David, no worse scourged than was
Paul. Yet, amid the rafting of fet-
ters, and amid the gloom of dungeons,
ana amid the horror of shipwreclS, they
triumphed in the grace of God. The
weakest man in the house to-day has
800 acres OF spiritual joy all ripe. Why
do you not go and reap it? You have
oeen grooming over your infirm-
tiles Tor 80 years. Now rive one
round shout over your er,ancipa-
ton. You say you have it no hard;
you might have it worse. You won
der why this great cold trouble keeps
revolving through your soul, turning
and turning with u black hand on the
crank. All, that trouble is the grind.
stone on which You are to sharpen
your sickle, TO the fields! Wake upl
lake ok your green spectacles, your
blue spectaclcs, yonr black spectacles.
Pu.i up the corners of your mouth as
far as you pull them down. To the
fields! Reap! reap!
Again, remark, in grace as in farm
ing there is Il time for thrcshing. l
tell you bluntly that is death. just
as the farmer with fail beats the
wheat out Of the straw, so death beats
the soul out of the body Every sick
ness is a stroke of the fail, and the
siek-bcd, lis the threshing floor. What,
say you, is death to good man only
hn - 4 81,
That is all. An aged man has fallcH
asleep. Only yesterday you saw him
IN the sunny porch playing with his
grandchildren. Calmly he received his
message to leave the world. lie babe
Il pleasant good-by TO his old friends.
The telegraph carries the tidings
and on swift rail-trains the kindred
come, wanting once more to look on
the face OF dear Old grandfather. Brush
back the gray hairs from hs brow; it
viii never ache aGaln. Put him away
in the slumbcr OF the tomb. lie viii
not be afraid Of a5night Grand
father WI, never afraid of anything
He will rise in the morning of The res,
direction. Gran father was always
the first to rise. His voice has already
mingled in the doNolugy of Heaven.
Grandfather always did sing in church.
Anything Gho>tiy in that? NJ. The
threshiug of the wheat oat of the
straw. That is all
The Saviour folds lamb in His
bosom. The little child flied I'll the
house with hey music, and her toys are
scattered all up ANA down the stairs
just as she left them. What if the
hand that p!ucied four o'clocls
out of tine meadow is still? 1t will
wave in the eternal triumph What if
the voice tEa- made music in the home
is still? 1t will sing the eternal
hosanna. Put Il white rose in one
hand, red rose in the other hand,
and wreath of orange blossoms on
the brow; the white flower for the
victor, the red Il jwer for the Say
ior's sacrifice, the orange blossom, for
her marriage day. Anything CHASTITY
about that? On, no! The sun went
down and the flower shut. The wheat
threshed out of the straw. Dear Lord,
give me sleep, said dying boy, the
son of one Of my elders, dear Lord, give
me sleep" And he closed his eyes and
awokc in glory. Henry w. Longfcl-
low, writing u letter of coincidence to
those parents, said: "Those last words
were beautifully poetic and Mr..
Longfelow knew what is poetic.
Dear Lord, give me sleep"
Twas no, IN cruelty, not In wrath,
That the reaper came that day;
Twas an angel tilTt visited the earth
Aud took the flower away.
So may it be with us when our work
is all done. Dear Lord, give me
sleep"
L have one more thought to present.
have spkcn of the blowing, of the
sowing, of the harrowing, of the reap
ing of the threshing. l must now
speak moment of the garncring.
Where is the garner? Need l tell
you? Oh, no. So many have gone out
from your OWN circles-ven, from your
own family, that you have had your
eyes on that garner for many u year.
What a hard time some of them hadl
In Gethsemanes of suffering, they
sweat great drops of blood. They
took the ''cup IF trembling" and
they put it to their hot lips and
they cried: IF it be possible, let
this cup pass from me- With
tongue of burning agony they cried.
"Oh, Lord, deliver my soul!' But they
got over it. They all got over it, Gar
nered! Their tears wiped away; their
battles all ended; their burdens lifted.
Garnercd The Lord of the harvest
will not allow those sheaves to perish
in the equinox. Garnered! Some of us
renem Der, on the farm. that the sheavcs
were put on the top of the rack which
the wagon, and these
sheaves were piled higher and higher.
aud after awhile the horses started for
the barn; and these sheaves swayed to
and fro in the wind, and the old
wagon crealSed, and the horses made a
struggle, and pulled so hard that the
harness came up in loops of leath-
err on their backs, and when the front
wheel struck the elevated door of the |
barn it seemed as if the load would go
no farther, until the workmen gave a
great Shout and then with one last
strain the horses pul led in |