The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-06-20

Furnished and arranged Into huge
passion flowers, and sunfowera, and
bridal oaks, and you wonder
how anything 90 hard - steal
can DO put into such floral shapes.
/ have to tell you that the hard
est, sharpest, most cutting, most piero-
ing sorrows of this life may be made
to bloom and blossom and put on bridal
festivity. The Bible says they shall
be mitigated, they shall be assuaged,
they sball DO graduated God Is not
going TO allow you to be overthrown.
A Christian woman, very much
respondent, was holding her child
In her arms, and tho pastor,
trying 70 console the woman in
her spiritual depression, said; "Therc,
you will let your child drop" "Oh,
no." she said, II couldn't let the child
drop" He saidi "You win let the
child drop" why" she said, III I
should drop the child here, II would
dash his life outl" "Well now" said
the Christian minister, ''don't you
think God 10 ~ good Is you are?
Won't God, your Fsther, take as good
care Of you, His child, a. you take
care Of your child' God won't let You
drop"
1 suppose God let's the east wind
blow just hard enough to drive us
into the harbor of Gods protection.
We all feel we can manage our own
affairs We have helm and compass
and chart and quadrant. Give us
plenty Of sea room and we sail on and
sail on; but after awhile there comes q
Caribbean whirlwind up the coast, and
we are helpless In the gale, and we cry
out for harbor. All our calculations
upset, we say with the poet:
Change and decay on all around see;
o Thou who chansest not, abide with mel
The south wind Of mild providence
makes us throw off the cloak of Chris
tian character and we catch cold, but
the sharp east wind of trouble makes
us wrap around us the warm promises.
The best thing that ever happens to us
is trouble. That Is a hard thing, per-
hsps, to say. but repeat it, for God
announces it again and again, the best
thing that happens to us is trouble.
Nothing like trouble to show US that
this world is an insufficient portion.
Hogarth was about done with life, and
he wanted to paint the end of all
all things. He put on canvas a shat
tered bottle, a cracked bell, an un-
strung harp, a sign-board of a tavern
called 1.-The Worlds End" falling down,
O shipwreck, the horses of Phoebus
lying dead in the clouds, the moon
in her last quarter, and the
world on fire. zone thing more"
said Hogarth, aud my picture Is done"
Then he added the broken palette
of painter Then he died. But trou-
BILE, with hand mightier and moro
skillfull than Hogarth's, pictures the
falling, failing, moldering, dying
world. And we want something per-
manent to lay hold of, and we grasp
with both hands after God, and say;
THE Lord Is my light, the Lord Is my
love, the Lord is my fortress, the Lord
Is my sacrifice, the Lord, the Lord Is
my Cod"
Bless God for your trials. Oh, my
Christian friend! keep your spirits up
the power Of Christ's Gospel. Do not
surrender. Do you not know that
when you give up, others will give upl
You have courage, and others will
have courage. The Romans went into
the battle, and by some accident there
was an inclination of the standard.
The standard upright meant for
ward march; the inclination of the
standard meant surrender. Through
the negligence of the man who car
ried the standard, and the inclination
of it, the army surrendered. Oh! let
us keep the standard up, whether 1t be
blown down by the east wind, or the
north wind, or the south wind. No in
clination to surrender. Forward into
the conflict.
There is near Bombay tree that
they call the Borrowing tree" the Pc
culiarity of which is it never puts forth
any bloom in the daytime, but in the
night puts out all its bloom and all its
redolence. And Ihave to tell you that
though Christian character puts forth
its sweetest blossoms in the darkness Of
sickness, the darkness of financial dis.
tress, the darkness of bereavement, the
darkness of death, weeping may en-.
dure for q night, but Joy cometh in the
morning" Across the harsh discords
of this world rolls the music of the
skies-music that breaks from the lips,
music that breaks from the harps and
rustles from the palms, music like
falling water over rocks, music like
wandering winds among leaves,
music like carrolling birds among
forests, music like ocean pillows
storming the Atlantic beach: "They
shall hunger no more, neither thirst
any more, neither shall the sun light
on them nor any heat; for the Lamb
which is in the midst Of the throne
shall lead them to living fountains of
water, and God shall wipe away
all tears from their eyes" +
see great Christian feet APP
preaching that harbor. Some Of
the ships come in with sails
rent and bulwarks knocked way, but
still afoat Nearer and nearer tho
shining shore Nearer and nearer
eternal anchorage. Haul away, my
lads, haul away. Some of the ships
had a mighty tonnage, and others
were shallops easily lifted Of the