Connecticut western news., 1897-03-04


 five times, ten times You say 1t is five hand breadths or it is ten hand breadths. So indicates the prophet God winds the blue ribbon of the sky around his hand. "He metoth out the heavens with a span." You know that balances are made of beam suspended in the mid dle, with two basins at the extremity of equal heft. In that way what vast heft has been weighed! But what are all the balances of earthly manipulation com pared with the balances that Isaiah saw suspended when he saw God putting into the scales the Alps and the Apen- hines and Mount Washington and the Sierra Nevadas? You see the earth had to be ballasted. It would not do to have too much weight in Europe, or too much weight in Asia, or too much weight in Africa or in America, so when God made the mountains he weighed them. The Bible distinctly says so. God knows the weight of the great ranges that cross the continents, the tons, the pounds avoirdupois, the ounces, the grains, the millegrams- just how much they weighed then and just how much they weigh now. "He weighed the mountains in scales and the hills in balance" Oh, what a God to run against! Oh, what God to dis obeyl Oh, what God to dishonorl Oh, what God to defyi The 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 celerity and beauty in the movement. With twain he did fly" Correction, collaboration. Correction at our slow gait. for we only crawl in the service when we ought to fly at the divine bidding. Exhilaration in the fact that the soul has wings as the seraphs have wings. What is @ wingp An instrument of locomotion. They may not be 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 God has 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, caged wing. Aye, have it now! Gagged within bars of bone and under curtains of flesh, but one day to be free. hear the rustic of pinions in Seagrave's poem which we sometimes sing:
 Rise. my soul. and stretch thy wings. I hear the rustic of pinions in Alex ander Pope's stanza, where he says: Imount. fly.
 O death. where is thy victorys
 On Wings to Eternity.
 A dying Christian not long ago cried out, Wings, wings, wingsp' The air is full of them, coming and going, com- | ing and going. You have seen how the dull, Sluggish chrysalid becomes the bright butterfly ; the dull and the stupid and the lethargic turned into the alert and the beautiful. We'll, my friends, in this world we are in the chrysalid state. Death will unfurl the wings. Oh, if we could only realize what grand thing it will be to get rid of this old clod of the body and mount the heavens, neither seagull nor lark nor albatross nor falcon nor condor pitching from highest range of Andes so buoyant or so majestic of | stroke.
 See that eagle in the mountain nest. It looks so sick. so ragged feathered. sc I worn out and so half asleep. Is that eagle dying2 No. The ornithologist will tell you it is the melting season with that bird. Not dying, but melting. | You see that Christian sick and weary and worn out and seeming about to ex, | pire on what is called his deathbed. The melting season for his soul-the body dropping away, the celestial pinions coming on. Not dying, but melting. Melting out of darkness and sin and struggle into glory and into God. Why do you not shout? Why do you sit shiv. ering at the thought of death and trying to hold back and wishing you could stay here forever, and speak of departure al though the subject were filled with skel etons and the varnish of collins, and as though you preferred lame foot to swtf wingY
 | Oh, people of God, let us stop playing the fool and prepare for rapturous flight When your soul stands on the verge O this life, and there are vast precipice beneath and sapphired domes above which way will you fly? Will yo' swoop, or will you soarr Will you fl, downward, or will you fly upward Everything on the wing this day bid ding us aspire. Holy Spirit on the wing Angel of the New Covenant on tn wing. Time on the wing, flying ava from us Eternity on the wing, fyin toward us. Wings, wings, wingsl
 Live so near to Christ that when yor are dead people standing by your life less body will not soliloquize, saying
 "What a disappointment life was himi How averse he was to departure
 What pity it was he had to diel Wha
 an awful calamity" Rather standin
 there may they See 8 sign more vivi
 on your still face than the vestiges (
 pain, something that will indicate ths
 it was a happy exit, the clearance fror
 oppressive quarantine, the cGst off chryi
 alid, the melting of the faded and tn
 useless, and the ascent from malarif
 valleys to bright, shining mountain top
 and be led to say, as they stand the,
 contemplating your humility and you
 reverence in life and your happiness death, "With twain he covered the fee with twain he covered the face, wit twain he did fly" Wings, wings, wing Driven Insane by an Exciting Experience PoUeHKEEPsIE, N. Y., March B..
 week ago last Sunday night David Ha brouck of Milton attempted to cross tf } Hudson river on the ice. He broke through i and his cries for help brought three me
 to his rescue, but they were unable
 reach him, and he was drowned. One
 the would be resouers was Joseph Polste
 24 years old, of Milton. Since then tf , exciting adventure has preyed upon Pc sters mind and made him insane. He WI } last night served with subpoena to al l pear at the coroner's inquest, and he ther | IlDon bacame very violent He walks abOu