Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1896-04-30

You know That the beauty OF Versailles
and Chatsworth depends very much upon
the great supply of water. I came to the
latter place, Chatsworth, one day When
strangers are not to be admitted, but BY
an induoement which always seemed al
potent with an Englishman as an Ameri
cnn got in, and then the gardener went
far up above the stairs of stone and turned
on the water. I saw 1t cleaning on the
dry pavement, coming down from step tc
step until 1t came so near could boar the
musical rush, and all over the high, broad
stairs 1t came, foaming, flashing, roaring
down, until sunlight and wave In glee.
some wrestle tumbled at my feet So 1t Il
with the church of God. Everything
comes from above-pardon from above,
joy from above, adoption from above,
sanctihcation from above.
Harkl / hear the latch of the garden
gate, and look to see who is coming.
hear the voice of Christ 81 am come into
my garden" 1 say: "Come In, o Jesus
We have been waiting for thee. Walk all
through the paths. Look at the flowers
look at the fruit; pluck that which thou
wilt for thyself." Jesus comes into the
garden and up to that old man and touches
him and says: almost home, father; not
many more aches for thee. will never
leave thee; take courage little longer, and
l will steady thy tottering steps, and will
soothe thy troubles and give thee rest.
Courage, old man." Then Christ goes up
another garden path, and he comes to a
soul in trouble and says: "Peace All Is
well. have seen thy tears. have heard
thy prayer. The sun shall not smite thee
by day nor the moon by night. The Lord
shall preserve thee from all evil he will
preserve thy soul. Courage, o troubled
spirit!'
Then see Jesus going up another gar
den path, and l see great excitement
among the leaves, and I hasten up that
garden path to see what Jesus is doing
there, and, 10! he is breaking off flowers,
sharp and clean, from the stem, and say,
Stop, Jesus; don't kill those beautiful
flowers He turns to me and says, "I
have come into my garden to gather lilies
and mean to take these up to higher
terrace, for the garden around my palace
and there will plant them, and In better
soil and in better air they shall put forth
brighter leaves and sweeter redolence, and
no frost shall touch them forever" And
looked up into his face and said "Well,
1t Is his garden, and he has q right to do
what he will with it. Thy will be done"
the hardest prayer ever man made.
1t has seemed as If Jesus Christ took the
best. From many of your households the
best one is gone. You know that she was
too good for this world; she was the gen
tlest In her ways, the deepest in her affec-
tions, and when at last the sickness came
you had no faith in medicines. You knew
that the hour Of parting had come, and
when, through the rich grace of the Lord
Jesus Christ, you surrendered that treas
ure you said: "Lord Jesus, take it. 1t is
the best we have; take it. Thou art wor-
thyV" The others in the household may
have been of grosser mold. She was of the
finest.
The heaven of your little ones will not
be fairly begun until you get there. All
the kindnesses shown them by immortals
will not make them forget you. There
they are the radiant throngs that went
out from your homes. throw kiss to the
sweet darlings. They are all we'll now in
the palace. The crippled child has a sound
foot now. A little lame child says, MA,
will be lame in heavenP' "No, my dar-
ling; you won't be lame in heaven" A
little sick child says, "Ma, will be sick
In heavenf' mo, my dear; you won't
be sick in heaven" A little blind child
says, "Ma, will 1 be blind in heavenf"
"No, my dear; you won't be blind in
heaven. They are all well there"
notice that the fine gardens sometimes
hQva fpnnoe
cannot get in. 1t is so with kings gar
den. The only glimpse you ever get Of
such garden is when the king rides out
in his splendid carriage. 1t is not so with
this garden, this Kings garden. I throw
wide open the gate and tell you all to come
In. No monopoly in religion. Whosoever
will, may. Choose now between desert
and garden. Many of you have tried the
garden of this worlds delight. You have
found it has been q ehagrin. So it was
with Theodore Hook. He made all the
world laugh. He makes us laugh now
when we read his poems, but he could not
make his own heart laugh. While in the
midst of his festivities be confronted 0
looking glass, and he saw himself and
said; "There, that is true! look just as
am-done up in body, mind and purse"
So 1t was Of Shenstone, of whose garden
told you at the beginning Of my sermon.
He sat down amid those bowers and said;
II have lost my road to happiness. am
angry and envious and frantic and despise
everything around me, just as it becomes
madman to do"
Heartsease.
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garden today and pluck little heartsease
Christ is the only rest and the only pardon
for perturbed spirit. Do you not think
your chance has almost Gomez You men
and women who have been waiting year
after year for some good opportunity In
which to accept Christ but have post
poned it s, 10, 20, 30 years, do you not feel
as If now your hour of deliverance and
pardon and salvation had come? o man,
what grudge hast thou against thy poor
soul that thou wilt not let it be savedP I |
feel as If salvation must come today in |
some of your hearts.
Some years ago a vessel struck on the !
rocks. They had only one lifeboat. In
that llfeboat the passengers and crew were
getting ashore. The vessel had foundered
and was sinking deeper and deeper, and
that one boat could not take the passengers
very swiftly. A little girl stood Oh the
deck waiting for her turn to get into the
boat, The boat came and went, came and
vent, but her turn did not seem to come.
After awhile she could wait no longer, and
she leaped on the tatfrail and then sprang
nto the sea, crying to the boatman: ''Save
ne next! Save me next" Oh, how
many have gone ashore into Gods mercy,
md yet you arc olinging to the wreck of
in Others have accepted tho pardon of
christ, but you are in peril. Why not
his moment make u rush for your i'm
Mortal rescue, crying until Jesus shall
lear you and heaven and earth ring with
he cry: "Save me next! Save me nextl"
Vow is the day of salvation! Now! Now!
This Sabbath is the last for somo of YOU.
t is about to sail away forever. Her bell
oils. The planks thunder back in the