Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1897-03-11

lattle Of Shiloh, and there were thousands
4 wounded on the field, and the ambu-
ances had not come, one Christian soldier,
ying there a-dying under the starlight,
ocgnn TO sing:
There is land Of pure delight.
And when he came to the next line there
we're scores of voices singing:
Where saints immortal reign.
The song was caught up all through the
lelds among the wounded until it was
aid there were at least 10000 wounded
nen uniting their voices Gs they came to
he verse:
There everlasting spring abides
And never whitening flowers.
'Tis but narrow stream divides
This heavenly land from ours.
A MOmentous Step.
Oh, It is a great religion to live by and
} great religion to die by There is only
one heart throb between you and that re-
Iigion. Just look into the face Of your par
ioning God and surrender yourself for
time and for eternity, and he is yours, and
heaven is yours, and all is yours. Some of
you, like the young man of the text, have
gone far astray. 1 know not the history,
but you know it, you know it. When a
young man went forth into life, the legend
says, his guardian angel went forth with
him, and, getting him into a field, the
guardian angel swept circle clear around
where the young man stood. 1t was q cir
Gle of virtue and honor, and he must not
step beyond that circle. Armed foes came
down, but were obliged to halt at the cir
Gle. They could not pass. But one day a
temptress, with diamonded hand, stretch
ed forth and crossed that circle with the
hand, and the tempted soul took it, and
by that one fell grip was brought beyond
the circle and died. Some of you have
stepped beyond that circle. Would you not
like this day, by the grace of God, to step
back? This, say to you, is your hour of
salvation. There was in the closing hours
of Queen Anne what is called the clock
scene. Flat down on the pillow in helpless
sickness, she could not move her head or
move her hand. She was waiting for the
hour when the ministers of state should
gather in angry contest and, worried and
wornout by the coming hour and in mo-
mentary absence of the nurse, in the power
the strange power which deliriun some
times gives one-she arose and stood in
front of the clock and stood there watch
ing the clock when the nurse returned.
The nurse said, "Do you see anything pc
culiar about that clock?" She made NO
answer, but soon died. There is clock
scene in every history. If some of you
would rise from the bed Of lethargy and
come out from your delirium of sin and
look on the clock of your destiny this mo-
ment, you would see and hear something
you have not seen or heard before, and ev
cry tick of the minute, and every stroke Of
the hour, and every swing Of the pendulum
would say, Now, now, now, now" Oh
come home to your Fathers housel Come
home, o prodigal, from the wilderness
Come home, come home!
But I notice that when the prodiga
came there was the fathers joy. He die
not greet him with any formal "How dt
you dor" He did not come out and say
the trough by the we'll, and then you car
come in. We have had enough troubl'
with you" All, mol When the proprieto
of that estate proclaimed festival, it wa
an outburst of fathers love and father
Joy. God is your Father. have not mucl
sympathy with the description Of God
sometimes hear, as though he were Turk
ish sultan, hard and unsympathetic ant
listening not to the cry of his subjects.
man told me he saw in one of the eastern
lands king riding along, and two mel
were in alteration, and one charged tn
other with having eaten his rice, and tn
l. ttnhaYr ell tho ard n
post mortem examination find whether b
has eaten the rice" And he was slain
All, the cruelty of scene like that! Gu
God is not sultan, not despot, but
Father, kind, loving, forgiving, and b
makes all heaven ring again when prodi
gal comes back. 81 have no pleasure" b
says, sin the death of him that dieth.
All may be saved. If a man does not &c
to heaven, it is because he will not 6
! there. No difference the color, no diffel
ence the history, no difference the antecet
ents, no difference the surroundings, n
, difference the sin. When the white horse
of Christ's victory are brought out to cell
brate tho eternal triumph, you may rid
one of them, and, as God is greater tina
all, his joy is greater, and when O Sol
comes back there is in his heart the surs
| ing of an infinite ocean of gladness, an
to express that gladness it takes all tt
rivers of pleasure, all the thrones of pom
and all the ages of eternity. 1t is a jc
! deeper than all depth, and higher than a
height, and wider than all width, ar
vaster than all immensity. 1t overtops,
undergirds, it outweighs all the unite
splendor and joy of the universe, and wi
can tell what God s Joy is? You relnemb
reading the story of q king who on son
great day of festivity scattered silver ar
gold among the people, who sent valuab
i presents to his courtiers, but methink
when soul comes back, God is so gls
that to express his joy he fings out ne
worlds into space and kindles up new SUI
and rolls among the white robed anthem
of the redeemed a greater halleluiah, whi
with voice that reverberates among Il
mountains of frankincense and is echo,
back from the everlasting gates he erie
"This my son was dead, and he is oil
againp
The Home Coming.
At the opening of the exposition in Nc
Orleans I saw a Mexican flutist, and
played the 500, and then afterward t
eight or ten bands Of music, accompani
by the great organ, came in, but the soul
of that one flute, as compared with all t
orchestras, was greater than all the col
bined joy Of the universe when compar
with the resounding heart Of Alnigh
God. For ten years father went thr
: times day to the depot His son went {
in aggravating circumstances, but the
ther said, HE will come back" T
, strain was too much, and his mind parte
and three times day the father went.
the early morning he watched the trai
it's arrival. the stepping out Of the passe