Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1896-05-01

was too good for this world; she wa
the gentlest in her ways, the deepest il
her affections, and when at last the sick
ness came you had no faith in medicines
You knew that the hour Of parting ha(
come, and when, through the rich grace
Of the Lord Jesus Christ, you surrender
ed that treasure you said Lord Jesus
take it. 1t is the best we have; take it
Thou art worthyp' The others in the
household may have been of grossel
mold. She was of the finest.
The heaven Of your little ones will
not be fairly begun until you get there.
All the kindnesses shown them by i'm
mortals will not make them forget you.
There they are, the radiant throngs that
went out from your homes l throw Q
kiss to the sweet darlingA They are al
we'll now in the palace. The crippled
child has q sound foot now. A little
lame child says, ''Ma. will I be lame in
heayen?" "No, my darling you won't
DO lame in heaven. A little sick child
says, MA, will Irbe sick in heavenT
"No, my dear; you won't be sick in
heaven. A little blind child says,
INA, will be blind in heayen?" No,
my dear, you won't be blind In heaven.
They are all well there.
notice that the fine gardens some
times have high fences around them and
You cannot get in. 1t is SO with king
garden. The only glimpse you ever get
Of such a garden is when the king rides
out in his splendid carriage. 1t is not sc
with this garden, this Kings garden,
throw wide open the gate and tell you
all to come In. No monopoly in religion.
whatsoever will, may. Choose now be-
tween desert and garden. Many Of
you have tried the garden Of this worlds
delight You have found it has been q
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 fes-
tivities he confronted looking glass,
and he saw himself and said; "There,
that is true. l look just as / am-donC
up in body, mind and purse. " So 1t was
Of Shenstone, Of whose garden i told
you at the beginning Of my sermon. He
sat down amid those bowers and said
II have lost my road to happiness.
am angry and envious and frantic, and
despise everything around me, just as il
becomes q mailman to dol"
An Invitation.
o ye weary souls, come into Christ's
garden today and pluck little hearts
ease. Christ is the only rest and the
only pardon for a perturbed spirit. Dc
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 postponed it 8, 10, 20,
80 years-do you not feel as if now your
hour of deliverance and pardon and sal
walton had come? o man, what grudge
hast thou against thy poor soul that thou
wilt not let it be saved? l feel as if sal
walton must come today in some Of your
hearts.
Some years ago vessel struck on the
rocks. They bad only one lifeboat In
that lifeboat the passengers and crew
were getting ashore. The vessel had
foundered and was sinking deeper and
IooDor ord that ova boat cny, III NOT FOL
the passengers very swiftly. A little girl
stood ON the deck waiting for her turn
to get into the boat. The boat came and
went. came and went bat her turn did
not seem to come. After awhile she
could wait no longer, and she leaped on
the taffrail and then sprang into the
sea, crying to the boatman; Save me
nextl Save me next" Oh, how many
have gone ashore into Gods mercy, and
yet you are clinging 10 the wreck Of SIM
Others have accepted the pardon of
Christ, but you are in peril. Why not
this moment make a rush for your inn
mortal rescue, crying until Jesus shall
hear you and heaven and earth ring
with the cry: Save me next Save me
nextw Now is the day of salvation!
Nowl Nowl
This Sabbath is the last for some Of
you. 1t is about TO sail away forever.
Her bell tolls. The planks thunder back
in the gangway. She shoves off. She
floats out toward the great ocean Of eter-
nifty. Wave farewell to your last chance
for heaven. "Oh Jerusalem, Jerusa-
lem, how often would have gathered
thee as a hen gathereth her brood under
her wings, and We would not Behold
your house is left unto You desolate "
Invited TO revel in a garden, you die in
a desert May God Almighty, before it
is too late break that inflammation