The Grenada sentinel., 1896-07-11
point their fager at them a. thev ma.

point their fager at them ~ they pss
down the street. and say: There zoe
drunkard's child" God forbid ths
the lirtle feet should ever have L
TRUCE the path Of poverty and wretch
edness! God forbid that any evil spiri,
born OF the wine-cup or the brandy
glass should come forth and uproo,
that garden, and with a lasting, blis
tering, all-consuming curse, shut for
ever the palace gate against WASN'T
and the children!
During the war went to Haoers
town to look at the army, and stood
In the night on q hilltop and looked
down upon them. l saw the camp
fires all through the valleys and all
over the hills. 1t was a weird spec.
tacle. those camp-fires. and l stood and
watched them and the soldiers who
gathered around them were. no doubt.
talking OF their homes and of the
long march they had taken and of
the battles they were to fight; but
after awhile saw those camp-fires
begin to lower; and they confined to
lower, until they were all gone
out, and the army slept. 1t was
imposing when l saw the camp fires;
1t was imposing in the darkness
when l thought of that great host
asleep. Well, God looks down from
Heaven, and He sees the firesides of
Christendom and the loved ones gath.
cred around these fresides. There are
the camp-tires where we warm our
selves at the close of the day. and talk
over the battles of life we have fought
and the battles that are yet to come.
God grant that when at last these fires
begin to go out and continue to lower
until finally they are exiting euished and
the ashes OF consumed hopes strew the
hearth OF the old homestead, it may be
because we have
Gone to sleep that last long sleep
from which none ever awake to weep
NOW we are an army on the march
OF life. Then we will be an army BIZ
vouacked in the tent of the grave.
Once more: want you to look at
Vashti the silent. You do not hear
any outcry from this woman as she
goes forth from the palace gate. From
the very dignity Of her nature YOU
know that there will be no vocifcra
ton. Some times in life it is neccssarv
to make a ret"rt; sometimes in life it
Is necessary t." resist; but there are
crises when the most triumphant
thing to do i, to keep silent The
philosopher, confident in his newly
discovered priHciple, waiting for the
coming OF morr Intelligent generations,
willing that men should laugh at the
llghtning-rod and cotton-gin and
misunderstanding for long years
through the scoi'ins of philosophical
schools, in grand and magnificent
silence. Calico, condemned by math-
ematiclans and scientists, caricaturcd
everywhere, yet waiting and watching
with his telescope to see the coming Of
stellar reinfor,rments, when the stars
IN their courses would fight for tho
Copernican system; then sitting down
in complete blindness and deafness
to wait for the coming on of the gen.
erations who would build his monu-
ment and bow at his grave. The re.
former, execrated by his contempora-
ries, fastened in pillory, the fires of
public contempt burning under him,
ground under the cylinders of the
printing press, yet calmly waiting for
the day when purity of soul and hero
ism of character will get the sanction
OF earth and the plaudits of Heaven.
Atfiiction, enduring without any com.
plant the sharpness of the pang and
the violence Of the storm, and |
the left OF the chain and of the
darkness of night. Waiting until a
divine hand shall be put forth to
soothc paug and hush the storm and re-
lease the captive. A wife abused per-
secuted and perpetual exile from
every earthly comfort waiting, wait
ing, until the Lord shall gather all His
dear children in a heavenly home. and
no poor Nashti will ever be thrust out
from the palace gate. Jesus, in silence
and answering not word, drinking
the gall, bearing the cross, in prospect
II the rapturous consummation when
Angels thronged His chariot wheel
And bore Him to His throne;
Then swept their golden harps and sung
The glorious work Is done.
Oh. woman. does not this story OF
Vashti the queen, Vashti the yelled,
'ashti the sacrifice, Vashti the silent.
move your soul? My sermon con.
'erges into the one absorbing hope
hat none Of you may be shut out of
he palace gate of Heaven. You can
ndure the hardships and the priva-
ions and the cruelties and the mis-
ortunes of this life. If you can
My gain admission there. Through
he blood of the everlasting cove
ant You go through these gates. or
ever go at all. God forbid that you
hould at last be banisled from the So
lety of angels. and banished from the
of Your glorifed kim
red, and banished forever Through
10 rich grace of our Lord Jesus Christ
ay you be enabled to initiate the ex-
nple Of Rachel and Hannah and
bigail and Deborah ard Mary and
sther and Vashti. Amen.
Joy In Worship.
The Hebrew worxhin ,va ara u,t T.,