The Yale expositor., 1896-04-03

try" You push It up on the curbstone
for him and pass on. He wonders who
that well-dressed man was that helped
him. You did a Kindness to the boy,
but yoi, did great Joy 10 your own
soul. You will not get over it all the
week.
On the street tomorrow morning.
you will see sick man passing along.
"Ah." you say. what can do to mako
this man happy? He certainly does
not want money: he Is not poor, but he
is sick" Give him one of those TWEEN
ty-five hundred cheerful looks that you
have garnered up for the whole year.
Look joy and hopefulness into his soul.
1t will thrill him through and there will
be reaction upon your own soul. Go
ing little farther on, you will come to
the store of a friend who Is embarrassed
in business matters. You will go in and
say. What fine store you have.
think business will brighten up. and
you will have more custom after awhile.
| think there is coming a great pros
perity to all the country. Good morn
ing" You pass out. You have helped
that young man. and you have helped
yourself.
Colonel Gardiner who sat with his el-
bow on table, spread with all extraya-
CANT viands. looking off at dog on the
rug, saying, How l would like to
change places with him: | be the dog
and he be Col. Gardiner" or. those two
Moravian missionaries who wanted 10
20 into the lazaretto for tho sake of at
tending the sick. and they were told.
"If you go in there. you will never como
out. We never allow anyone to come
out for he would bring the contagion."
Then they made their wills and went
in, first to help the sick, and then to die.
Which was the happier-Col. Gardiner.
or the Moravian missionaries dying for
others? Was it all sacrifice when the
missionaries wanted 10 preach the Cos
pei to the negroes at the Barbados,
and. being denied the privilege, sold
themselves into slavery, standing side
by side, and lying side by side. down in
the very ditch of suffering, in order that
they might bring those men up to life
and God ard heaven? Oh. there is a
thrill in the JOY of doing good. 1t is
tho nest magnificent recreation to
which a man ever put his hand. or his
head, or his heart.
But, before closing want to impress
upon you that mere secular entertain
ments are not fit foundation for your
soul to build on. | was reading OF
woman who had gone all the rounds OF
sinful amusement. and she came TO die.
She said. Il will die tonight at six
o'clock" "Oh," they said, 81 guess not;
you don't seem to be sick" II shall
lie az six o'clock. and my soul will be
lost. | know it will be lost. | have
sinned away my day Of grace" The
noon came. They desired her to seek
religious counsel oh" she said, cit
is of no USE My day is gone have
been all the rounds OF worldly pleasure.
and it Is too late. I will die tonight
at six o'clock" The day wore away.
and it came to four o'clock, and to five
o'clock. and she cried out at five o'clock.
Destroying spirits, ye shall not have
me yet; it is not six, it is not ski" The
gan &c gather. and the clock struck six;
and while 1t was striking her soul went.
The last hour or our life will soon
be here, and from that hour we will re-
view this days proceedings. 1t will DC
solemn hour. IL from our death
pillow we have to look back and see
life spent in sinful amusemenk. there
will he dart that will strike through |
our soul, sharper than the dagger with |
which Virginius slew his child. The
memory of the past will make us quake
like Macbeth. The iniquities and "ict-
ing through which we have passed will |
come upon us. weird and skeleton as
Meg Merrillies. Death. the old Shy
lock, Will demand and take the remain
ing pound of flesh and the remaining
drop OF blood; and upon our last oppcr-
tunity fer repentance and our last |
chance for heaven the curtain will for
ever drop. aet