The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-04-17


the iron, but to prepare it for better
use. Oh, that the Lord God of Nehe-
miah would rouse up all broken
hearted people to rebuild. Whipped,
betrayed, shipwrecked, imprisoned,
Paul went right on. The Italian mar
tyr Algerius sits in his dungeon writ
ing letter, and he dates it, From the
delectable orchard of the Leonine
prison." That is what L call
triumphant sadness. / knew
mother who buried her babe OF
Friday and on Sabbath appeared
in the house of God and said: Give
me class; give me Sabbath-school
class l have no child now left NE, and
l would like to have class OF little
children. Give me real poor chslden.
Give me a class off the back street. .
That, l say. is beautiful. That is tri-
umphant sadness. At three o'clock
every Sabbath afternoon, for years, IN
beautiful parlor in Philadelphia "a
parlor pictured and statuettes-there
were from ten to twenty destitute chill
dren of the street. Those destitute
children received religious instruction,
concluding with cakes and sandwiches.
How do l know that that was going
on for 16 years? know it in this way:
That was the first home in Philadel-
phia where / was called to comfort
a great sorrow. They had splendid
boy. and he had been drowned at Long
Branch. The father and mother al
most idolized the boy, and the sob and
shrek of that father and mother as
they hung over the coffin resound in
my ears to-day. There seemed to be
no use praying. for when knelt down
to pray the outcry in the room drowned
out all the prayer. But the LORD
comforted that sorrow. They did
not forget their trouble. If you
should go any afternoon into Laurel
Hill you would find monument with
the word Walter inscribed upon it,
and wreath of fresh flowers around
the name. / think there was not an
hour in 20 years, winter or summer,
when there was not wreath of fresh
flowers around Walters name. But
the Christian mother who sent those
flowers there, having no child
left, Sabbath afternoons, moth
cred ten or twenty of the lost
ones of the street. That is beau
tiful. That is what l call busy and
triumphant sadness. Here is man
who has lost his property He does
not go to hard drinking. He does not
destroy his own life. He comes and
SAYS: Harness me for Christian work.
My moneys gone. have no treasures
on earth. l want treasure S in Heaven.
/ have a voice and heart to serve
God" You say that man has not failed.
He has not failed-he has triumphed!
Oh, wish i could persuade all the
people who have any kind of trouble
never to give up. l wish they would
look at the midnight rider of the text,
and that the four hoofs of that beast
on which Nehemiah rode might
cut to pieces all your discourage
ments, and hardships, and trials.
Give up! Who is going to give
up, when on the bosom of God
he can have all his troubles hushed?
Give up! Never think of giving up
Are YOU borne down with poverty? A
! little child was found holding her dead
mothers hand in the darkness of tene
ment. and some one coming in, the lit
tie girl looked up, while holding hei
dead mothers hand, and said: ''Oh,
do wish that God had made more
light for poor folks" My dear, Goo
will be your light, God will be your
shelter. God will be your home. Ar,
you borne down with the bereavement
of life? Is the house lonely now tina
7 IL frix III
Think OF what the old sexton sale
when the minister asked him why h,
put SO much care on the little grave
in the cemetery-so much more car,
than on the larger grave-and tn,
old sexton said: Sir, you know tina
of such is the kingdom of Heaven
and think the Saviour is pleased whei
He sees so, much white clover growing
around these little graves" But whel
the minister pressed the old sexton TO
a more satisfactory answer, the old sex
ton said, tSir, about these large
graves, -Ldon't know who are the Lord
saints and who are not; but you know
sir, it is clean different with til
BARNS" Oh, if you had that keen
tender. indescribable sorrow tina
comes from the loss of child, do no
give up. The old sexton was right i
is all well with the BARNS. Or, il 20
have sinncd, if you have sinned griey
ously-sinned until you have been cas-
out by the church, sinned until yo
have been cast out by society-do nc
give up: Perhaps there may be in thi
, house one that could truthfully ute
the La mentation of another:
Once was pure as the snow. but fell
! Fell like IA snowflake, from Heaven TO hell
: Fell, to be tramplcd as filth in the street
; Fell, to be scofIed at, spit on, beat;
{. Praying, cursing, wishing to die,
Selling my soul TO whoever would buy,
Dealing in shame for morsel Of bread,
e Hating the living and fearing the dead
D Do not give up. One like unto I'll
l Son of God comes to you to-day, sa,
!. ing, Go and sin no more" while II
D cries out to your assistants: "Let hi
q that is without sin cast the first stor
i at her." Oh, there is no re
! son why anyone in this hous
i by reason of any trouble or sil
S should give up. Are you TO
/ eigner, and in strange land? Neh
8 miah was an exile. Are you pennj es