Connecticut western news., 1896-12-17

practice such imposition shall be exposea in the day of Gods indignation. They may rear great fortunes, but their dap pie grays will be arrested on the road some day, as was the ass by the angel of God with drawn sword The light of the last day will shine through all such subterfuges, and, with a voice louder than that which aocosted this imposition of the text: Come in, thou wife of Jer- oboam. Why feignest thou myself to bs another?' with a voice louder than that God will thunder down into midnight darkness and doom and death all two faced men, and all charlatans. and all knaves, and all jockeys, and all swind- lers. Behold how the people put on the masks and behold how the Lord tears them of
 Fixed Providence.
 My subject also impresses me with how precise and accurate and particular are Gods providences. Just at the mo- ment that woman entered the city the child died. Just s4 1t was prophesied, so it turned out, so 1t always turns out. The event occurs, the death takes place, the nation is born, the despotism is overthrown at the appointed time. God drives the universe with stiff rein. Events do not just happen so. Things do not go slipshod. In all the book of Gods providences there is not one "if. !" Gods providences are never caught in dishabille. To God there are no surpris- es, no disappointments and no accidents. The most insignificant event flung out in the ages is the connecting link be- tween two great chains-the chain of eternity past and the chain of eternity to come.
 am no fatalist, but should be com pletely wretohed if I did not feel that all the affairs of my life are in Gods hand, and all that pertains to me and mine, just as certainly as all the affairs of this woman of the text, as this child of the text, as this king of the text, were in Gods hand. You may ask sse hun- dred questions cannot answer, but shall until the day of my death believe that am under the unerring care of God, and the heavens may fall, and the world may burn, and the judgment may thunder, and eternal ages may roll, but not hair shall fall from my head, not 8 shadow shall drop on my path, not a sorrow shall transf1x my heart without being divinely arranged-arranged by a loving, sympathetic Father. He bottles our tears, he catches our sorrows. and to the orphan he will be Father, and to the widow he will be husband, and to the outoast he will be home, and to the most miserable wretch that this day orawls up out of the ditch of his abom- ination crying for mercy he will be an all pardoning God. The rocks shall turn gray with age, and the forests shall be unmoored in the last hurricane, and the sun shall shut its fiery eyelid, and the stars shall drop like blasted figs, and the continents shall go down like anchors in the deep, and the ocean shall heave it's last groan and lash itself with expir- ing agony, and the world shall wrap it. self in a winding sheet of flame and leap on the funeral pyre of the judgment day, but Gods love shall not die. It will kindle it's suns after all other lights have gone out. It will be billowy sea after the last ocean has wept itself away. 1t will warm itself by the fire of con- suming world. It will sing while the arohangel's trumpet is pealing forth and the air is filled with the crash of broken sepulchres and the rush of the wings of the rising dead. Oh, may God comfort all this people with this Christian senti- mentl