The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-10-17

Rufus Choate and other potent mer
wrote was puzzle, imitators make
their penmanship puzzle. Alexander
Dumas says that plain penmanship Il
the brevet Of incapacity. Then there are
some who, through too much demand
upon their energies and through lack OF
time. lose the capacity of making the
pen Ineligible, and much of the writ
ing of this world is indecipherable.
We have seen piles of inexplicable
chirography, and we ourselves have
helped to augment the magnitude
l have sometimes been tempted to
think that there may be SO many Of US
In Heaven that we will be lost In the
| crowd. No. Each one of us will be
as distinctly picked out and recognized
as was Abel when he entered from the
| earth, the very first sinner saved, and
at the head Of that long procession of
sinners saved in all the centuries. My
dear hearers, II we once got there.
do not want it left. uncertain
as to whether we are to stay
there. After you and l get fair
ly settled there, in our heavenly
home, we do not want our title proved
defective. We do not want to be
elected from the heavenly premises.
We do not want someone to say, ''This
is not your room In the house of many
mansions, and you have on an attire
that you ought not to have taken from
the heavenly wardrobe, and that IL
not really your name on the book.
II you had more carefully examined
the writing in the register at the gate
you would have found that the name
was not yours at ALL but mine. Now
move out, while / move in" Oh, what
wretchedness, after once worshiping
in heavenly temples, to be compelled
to turn your back on the music, and
after having joined the society
OF the blessed. to be forced to quit il
forever, and after having clasped our
long-lost kindred in heavenly EN-.
brace, to have another separation,
What an agony would there be in
such good-by to Heaven! Glory be
to God on high that our names will be
so plainly written in those volumes
that neither saint nor cherub, nor
archangel shall doubt it for one mo-
men., for 500 eternities. IL there were
room for SO many. The oldest inhab-
liant of Heaven can read it, and the
child that left its mothers lap last
right for Heaven can read IL. You
will not just look at your name and
close the book, but you will stand and
soliloquize, and say: rs it not won
derful that my name is there at all?
How much it cost my Lord to get it
there! Unworthy am l to have it in the
same book with the sons and daugh-
ters of martyrdom and with the choice
spirits of all time! But there it is, and
so plain the word and 80 plain all the
letters" And you will turn forward
and backward the leaves and see other
names there, perhaps your fathers
name, and your mothers name,
and your brothers name, and
your sisters name, and your wife's
name, and apostolic names, and say,
Il ain not surprised that those names
are here recorded. They are better
than ever was. But astonishmept
overwhelming, that my name Ia in this
book" And turning back to the page
on which is inscribed your name. you
will stand and look at it, until seeing
that others are waiting to examine the
records with reference to their own
names. you step back into the ranks of
the redeemed, with them to talk over
the wonderment.
And il there be in all this assembly
a hopeless case, so-called hopeless by
yourself and others. take the re-
sponsibility OF saying that there is
place in that book whore your name
would exactly fit it, and look beauti-
full, and you can, quicker than can
clap my hands together. have 1t
there. A religious meeting was
thrown open. and all those who
could testify of the converting
grace of God were asked to speak. 81.
]ence reigned a moment, and then a
man, covered with the marks of dissi-
patton, arose and said: "You can see
from my looks what have been, but
am now saved man. When l left
home, ZOO miles from here, 1 had so
disgraced my fathers name that no
said: AS you are going away,
have only two things to ask of
you-frst, that you will never
come home again, and, next, you
will change your name. l prom
Used. have not heard my real name
for years. l went the whole round Of
sin, until there was no lower depth to
fathom. But am, by the grace of
God, a changed man. wrote home.
asking forgiveness for my hayward
ness, and here are two letters,
one from father and another
from my sister. My mother died
of broken heart. But these two
letters ask me to come home. and
boys l start tomorrow morning." The
fact was that his name was written in
Heaven, where pray God all Of our
names may be written, though so un-
worthy are the best of us, and all of
US. II you have ever been in the thick
woods and heard .the sound of village
bells you know the sound Is
hindered and mufled by the foil.
age, though somewhat sweet, but
as you come to the edge of the
woods the sounds become clear
err and more charming, and when you