The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-05-09

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
garden path, and l see great excite
ment among the leaves, and hasten
up that garden path to see what Jesus
is doing there, and lol 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: ~ have come into my
garden to gather lilies, and 1 mean to-
take these up to a 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 re-
dolence, and no frost shall touch them
forever" And l looked up into His
face and said: "Well, 1t is His garden,
and He has right to do what He will
with it. Thy will be done" the hard.
est prayer ever man made.
1t has seemed as II Jesus Christ took
the best; from many of your house,
holds the best one is gone. You know
that she was too good for this world;
she was the gentlest in her ways, the
deepest in her affections; 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
treasure, you said: Lord Jesus, take
tit Is the best we have; take it.
Thou art worthyw 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 you get there.
All the kindness shown them by inn
mortals 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 well now in
the palace. The crippled child has
sound foot now. A little lame child
says: "Ma, will be lame In Heaven?"
mo, my darling, you won't be lame in
Heaven" A little sick child says: ma,
will l be sick in Heaven" mo, my
dear, you won't be sick in Heaven" A
little blind child says: "Ma, will be
blind in Heaven" mo, my dear, you
won't be blind in Heaven. They are
all well there"
l notice that the fine gardens some
times have high fences around them
and you can not get in. It is so with
kings garden. The only glimpse
you ever get of such garden is when
the king rides out in his splendid car
riage. 1t is not so with this garden
this Kings garden. throw wide open
the gate and tell you all to come in.
No monopoly in religion. Whosoever
will, may. Choose now between a
desert, and a garden. Many of you
have tried the garden of this worlds
delight. You have found it has been
a chagrin. 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 he con-
fronted a looking-glass, and he
saw himself and said: There,
that is true. look just as l am;
done up in body, mind and purse" So
IL was of Shenstone, Of whose garden
told you at the beginning of my SER
mon. He sat down amid those bowers
and said: Il have lost my road to
happiness. l am angry and envious
and frantic, and despise everything
around me just as it becomes mad
man to do"
o, We weary souls! come into Christ's
garden to-day and pluck little hearts
ease. Christ is the only rest and the
only pardon for a perturbed spirit,
Do you not think your chance
has almost come? 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, five, ten, twenty, thirty years
do not feel as il now your hour Of
delivcrance and pardon and salvation
had come? o, man, what grudge hast
thou against thy poor soul that thou
wilt not let it be sayed? l feel as il
salvation must come to-day in some Of
your hearts
Some years ago a vessel struck on
the rocks. They had only one life.
boat. In that lifeboat the passengers
and crew were getting ashore. Tho
vessel had foundered, and was sinking
deeper and deeper. and that one boat
could not take the passengers very
swiftly. A little girl stood on the deck
waiting her turn to get into the
boat. The boat came and went, came
and went, but her turn did not seem to
come. After awhile she could wait no
longer, and she leaped on the traffrail
and then sprang into the sea, saying to
the boatman: Save me next! Save me
nextv Oh, how many have gone
ashore into Gods mercy, and yet
you are clinging to the wreck of sin!
Others have accepted the pardon of
Christ, but you are in peril. Why not
this moment, make a rush for your
immortal rescue, crying until Jesus
shall hear you, and Heaven and earth
ring with the cry: Save me nextl
Save me next" Now is the day of
salvation! Now! Nowl
This Sabbath Is the last for some of