The Marlboro democrat. [volume] (Bennettsville, S.C.) 1882-1908, 1897-03-10

Africa or in America, So when God
lnade the mountains lie weighed.
them. The Bible distinctly says
so. God knows the weight of the great
ranges that GROSS the continents, tho
tons, the pounds avoirdupois, the
ounces, the grains, the mllliprafns
Juss now mucn thoy weighed then,
and Just how much they weighed now.
"He weighed the mountains in scales
and the hills in q balance" Oh,what
Q God to run againstl Oh, what a.
God to disobey l Oh, what q God to
dishonorl Oh, what q God to dofyl
Tho brightest, the mightiest angel
takes no familiarity with God. The,
wings Of reverence are lifted. with
twain he covered the face"
Another seraphic posture in the
text. The seraph must not always
stand still. He must move, and it
must be without clumsiness. There
must be celebrity and beauty in the
movement. with twain he did Ay.nI
Correction, exbilaration. Correction
at our slow gait, for we only crawl in
the service when we ought to fly at
the divine bidding. Exhilaration in
the TACT that the soul has wings, as.
the seraphs have wings. What is u
WlngY An instrument Of locomotien,
they may not bs like seraphs' wing,
they may not be like birds wing, but
the soul has wings. God says so. He
shall mount up on wings as eagles"
We are made in the divine image, and
Gcd hes wings. The Bible says SO.
Healing in his wings" under the
shadow Of his wings.' Under whose
wings hast thou come to trust" The
soul, with folded wing now, wounded
wing, broken wing, bleeding wing,
Gagged wing. Aye, l have It now!;
Gagged within bars OF bone and under,
curtains Of fl ssh, but one day to be;
free. hear the rustic Of pinions in
Seagraye's poem, which we sometimes
sing:
Rise my soul, md stretch thy wings.
hear the rustic OF pinions in Alex
ander Pope's stanza, where he says:
mount, fly,
death, whore Is thy victory?
Adying Christian not long ago
cried out, Wings, wings. winpsi',
The air is full of them, coming and
going, coming and going. You have
seen how the dull, sluggish chrysalis
becomes the bright butterny-the dull
and the stupid and the lethargic turn
ed into the alert and the beautiful.
Well. my friends, in this wcrId ws
arc in tho chrysalid state. Death will
unfurl the wings. Oh, if we could
only realize what q grand thing it will
be to get rid Of this old clod of the
body and mount the heavensl Neither
sea gull nor lark nor albatros nor fall
con nor condor, pitching from high
est range OF Andes, so bouyant or so
majestic of stroke.
| See that eagle in the mountain nests
1t looks SO sick, SO ragged feathered,
SO wornout and so half asleep. Is that
eagle dying2 No. The ornithologist
vii! tell you 1t is the molting season
with that bird. Not dying, but molt.
ing. You see that Christian sick and
weary and worn out and seeming
about to expire on what is called his
deathbed2 The world says he is dy.
his sonl--the body dropping away, the
celestial pinions coming on. Not dy.
ing, but molting. Molting out Of
darkness and sin and struggle into
glory and into God. Why do yoA not
shout2 Why do you sit shiyeriue at
the thought of death and tryipr to
hold back and wishing YOU &Su1dl
stay here forever and speak of depart
ure as though the subject were filed
| with the skeletons and the varnish of
collins and as though you Ereferred
lame foot to swift wing2 sS 4 '}. ~
Oh, people of God, let us stop play.
ling the fool and prepare for rapturous
Hight. When your soul stands on the.
Ijverge of this life aud there are vast
precipices beneath and sapphired
domes above, which way will you fly2
| VIII you sWoop, or will you SCARE
! Will you fly downward, or will you fly
upward2 Every thing on the wing this
day bidding us aspire. Holy Spirit
on tho wing. Angel of the New Cove.
nant on the wing. Time on the Wing,
flying away from us. Eternity Nysshe
wing, flying toward us. Wings,
wings, wings
Live so near to Christ that When
you are dead people standing by your
lifeless body will not soliloquize, say
ing: "What a disappointment life
was to him; how averse he was to de-
parture; what pity 1t was he had to
die; what an awful calamity" Rath.
or, Standing there, may they see
sign more vivid ON your still face
than the vestiges of pain, something
that will indicate that it was a happy
exit-the clearance from oppressive
quarantine, the cast off chrysalid, the
molting Of the faded and the useless
and the ascent from malarial valleys
to bright. shining mountain tops, and
be led to say, as they stand there con.
templating your humility and your
reverence in life and your happiness
in death, with twain he covered the
feet, with twain he covered the face,
with twain he did fly" Wings, wings,
wingsi
PIanos by the Mile.
SEQ Ludden and Bates new adver-
tisment of one thousand Mathushelk
pianos. Suppose them all loaded on
to wagons in one grand procession,
allow Is feet for each wagon and
team and the line would be nearly
three miles long. That is just the
wholesale way this great southern
house does business. Having acquired
an interest in the noted Mathushek
Piano factory, they are now supply,
ing purchasers direct and saving all
intermediate profits. This means
saving of from $50 to $100 on each
piano, and the securing of one of the
Oldest and most reliable instruments at
q remarkably low figure. Better write
them at Savannah, Ga, or It 93 Fifth