Milford chronicle., 1896-04-10
And STRIKE the sounding Tyre.
Gods Infinite Mercy.

you knew what the Alps were, you wOuii
not talk about it or think about it. You
can't get your ammunition wagons oyei
the Alps" Thon Napoleon rose in his
stirrups, and, waving his hand toward
the mountains, he said, "There shall be
no Alpsr' That wonderful pass was laid
out which has been the w0nderment Of all
the years sinco-the wondogmont OF all en-
gincers And you tell me there are such
mountains OF sin between your soul aud
God there is no mercy. Thon 1 sec Christ
waving his hand toward the mountains.
hear him say, II will como over the noun
tains Of thy sin and the hills Of thine iuiq-
uity. " There shall be no Pyrenees; there
shall be no Alps
Again, l notice that this resolution of
the young man of my text was founded in
sorrow ut his mishehavior 1t was not
mere physical plight. 1t was grief that he
had so maltreated his father. 1t is sad
thing after father has done everything
for child to have that child ungrateful.
How sharper than serpcnt's tooth it is
To have a thankless child.
That is Shakespeare. "a foolish son is
the heaviness Of his mother That is the
Bible Well, my friends, have not some Of
us been cruel prodieals? Have We not mall
treated our Father? And such Fathorl
Three times day has he fed thee. He has
poured sunlight into thy day and at night
kindled up all the stree lamps Of heaven.
With what varieties OF apparel Re hath
clothed thee for the seasons. Whose eye
watches thee? Whose hand defends thee?
Whose heart sympathizes with thees Who
gave you your children? Who is guarding
your loved ones departed? such Fatherl
So loving, so kind. If he had been a stran-
ger; il he had forsaken US; if he had flag
ellated us; If he had pounded US and turn
ed us out OF doors on tho commons, it
would not have been 50 wonderful-our
treatment OF him; but no is a Father so
loving, so kind, and yet how many Of us
for our wandTings have never apOlogizedl
If VIC say anything that hurts our friends
feelings, if we do anything that hurts the
feelings Of those in whom we are interest
cd. how quickly We apologizol We can
scarcely wait until we get pen and paper
to write a letter OF apology. How easy it is
for any one who is Intelligent, right heart
cd, to write an apology or make an apollo
CYL We apologize for wrongs done to our
follows, hut some of us perhaps have com
mittod ten thousand times ten thousand
wrongs against God and mover apologized.
An Irreparable Loss.
I remark still further that this resolu-
ton of the text was founded in a feeling
of homesiokness. I do not know how long
this young man, how many months, how
many years, he had been away from his
fathers house, but there is something
about tho reading OF my text that makes
me think no was homesiok. Some Of sou
know what that feoling IS. Far away from
L Iarr
thing bright and pleasant-plonty of
have said, II would give the
world to be homo tonight" Well, this
young man was homcsicll for his fathers
house L have no doubt when he thought
Of his fathers house he said, Now, per-
haps father may not be living" We read
nothing in this story, this parable, found
cd on everyday life-we read nothing
about the mother. Il says nothing about
going home to her think she was dead.
l think she had died of a broken heart at
his wandcrings, or perhaps he had gone
into dissipation from the fact that he
could not remember loving and sympa-
thetic mother. A man noyor gets over hav-
ing lost his mother Nothing said about
her, but he is humesct for his fathers
house. Ho thought he would just like to
80 and walk around the old place. Ha
thought he would just ike to go and SEQ
if things were as they used To be- Many q
man after having been of IL long while
has gone homo and knocked at the door,
and a stranger has come. 1t is the old
homestead, but stranger comes to the
door. He finds out father is gone and
mother is gone and brothers and sisters
all gone. 1 think this young man of the
text said to himself, perhaps father
may be dead. - Still he starts to find out
He is homesiok. Are there any here today
homesick for God, homesicl for heaven?
A sailor, after having been long on the
sea, returned TO his fathers house, and his
mother tried to persuade him not to go
away agaiu. She said CHOW, you had bet
jer stay at home Don't go away. We
lon't wart you to 20. You will have it a
great deal better here" But it made him
lnary The night before he went away
again tn sea lie heard his mother praying
n tho n5x5 room, and that mado him
more angry. He went far out on the sea,
md a storm came up and be was ordered
10 very perilous duty, and he ran up the
ratlines, and amid the shrouds Of the ship
10 heard the voice that he had heard in
he next room He tried to whistle It off,
10 tried to rally his courage, but be could
rot silence the voice he Hau heard IN the
lext room, and thoro in the storm and
darkness he said: ooh, Lord What
wretch have been? What a wretch am
Help me just now, Lord God. And 1
bought in this assemblago today there
nay be some who may have the memory
f a fathers petition or a mothers prayer
ressing nightly upon the sopl, and that
his hour they may make the snme resolu-
ion 1 find in my text, saying, II will
rise and go TO my father.
God Is Waiting.
A lad at Liverpool went out to battle; /
vent out into the sea, went out too far,
ut beyond his depth, and no hoated far 4
way. A ship bound for Dublin came .
long and took him on board. Sailors are :
generally very generous follows, and one
ave him cap and another gave him
lcket ami another gave him shoes. a gen
luman passing along on the beach ut Liv-
rpool found tho lad's clothes and took
hem homo, and the father was heaTtbro-
en-, the mother was heartbrokon, at the ,
ISIS Of their child They had heard moth
~ from him day after day, and they or !
cred the usual mourning fer the sad
vent. But the lad took ship from Dub {
II and arrived in Liverpool the very day
10 mourning arrived. lie knocked at