The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1897-08-19

God and reached His heart. And there are
100 men who have found out-1000 young
men, perhaps. who have found out-that
very thing. It Is so very easy to do wrong
and so hard to do right.
got letter one day, only one para.
graph. which shall read:
Having moved around somewhat, ]
have run across many young men OF intel
ligence, ardent strivers after that will-o'-
he-wisp-fortune-and Of one OF these !
would speak. He was young Englishman
OF twenty-three or twenty-four years, who
came to New York, where he had no ac-
quaintances. with barely sufficient to keep
him couple Of weeks. He had been ten
derly reared, perhaps I should say too ten.
derly, and was not used to earning his
living and found It extremely difficult to
get any position that he was capable Of MI.
ing. After many vain efforts In this direction
he found himself on Sunday evening In
Brooklyn, near your church, with about &3
left OF his small capital. Providence seemed
to lead him to your door, and he determined
to go In and hear you. He told me his
going to hear you that night was undoubt-
edly the turning point in his life, for when
he went into your church he felt desper.
ate, but while listening to your discourse
his better nature got the mastery. truly
believe from what this young man told me
that your sounding the depths OF his heart
that night alone brought him back to his
God whom he was so near leaving"
That is the echo OF multltudes. am
not preaching an abstraction, but great
reality. o friendless young man, 0
prodigal young man, o broken hearted
young man, discouraged young man,
wounded young man, l commend to you
Christ this day, the best friend man ever
had. He meets you this morning. De-
spise not that emotion rising in your soul;
1t is divinely lifted. Look into the face of
Christ. Lift one prayer to your fathers
God, to your mothers God, and this morn
ing get the pardoning blessing. Now,
while speak, you are at the forks OF tho
road, and this is the right road, and that Is
the wrong road, and see you start on the
right road.
One Sabbath morning at the close OF the
service l saw gold watch of the world
renowned and deeply lamented violinist,
Ole Bull. You remember he died In his
island home off the coast OF Norway. That
gold watch he had kept wound up day
after day through his last illness, and then
he said to his companion. "Now, l want to
wind this watch as long us can, and then
when l am gone | want you to keep 1t
wound up until It goes to my friend, DR..
Doremus, in New York, and then he will
hccp ~ Wouuu up uutl MS Ilc II uoue, uuu
then want the watch to go to his young
son, my especial favoritc."
The great musician who more than any
other artist had made the violin speak and
sing, and weep, and laugh, and triumph
for 1t seemed when he drew the bow across
the strings rs IL all earth and heaven shiv-
cred in delighted sympathy-the great
musician, in room looking or upon the
sea, and surrounded by his favorite instru-
ments OF music. closed his eyes in death.
While all the world was mourning at his
departure sixteen crowded steamers fell
into line Of funeral procession to carry his
body to the mainland There wer, 90, 900 Of
his countrymen gathered in an amphithea-
ter Of the hills waiting to hear tho
eulogium, and 1t was said when the
great orator Of the day with stem
torlan voice began to speak tho 50,-
900 people on the hillsides burst into
tears. Oh, that was the close OF life
that had done so much to make the world
happyl But have to tell you, young man,
II you live right and die right, that was
tame scene compared with that which will
greet you when from the galleries OF heaven
the 144 900 shall accord with Christ In cry
ing, "Well done, thou good and faithful
servantr' And the influences that on earth
you put in motion will go down from gen.
GRAFTON to generation, the influences you
wound up handed to your children, and
their influences wound up and handed to
their children, until watch and clock are
no more needed to mark the progress, be-
cause time itself shall be no longer.