The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1897-01-14

Setienced TO death. But thrca or four per-
sons. hearing OF tho ease, cIme up in time
to swear that they. too. hearl the clock
strike IS thas sumo midnight, AMI 50 tas
mans life was spared. Ny hearer, If you 90
on and thoroughly learn the drunkaris'
song, perhaps in the deep midnight OF your
soul there may souul something that will
yet effect sour moral and eternal rescue.
Blu it is q risky 'perhaps." 1t IL ex,cp-
tlonal. Go ahead on that wrong road, anil
the clock will moro probably strike tho II
that closes your day OF opportunity than
that 1t will strike 10, tho sound of your do
liverance.
A few Sabbaths ago on the stems Of this
church q man whom 1 had known In other
years confronted me. At the first glauce L
saw that he was In the fifth and last act Of
the tragedy OF lntemperance. Splendid
even in his ruin. Tho same brilliant eve,
aud the same courtly manners. anl the re-
mains of tho same intellectual eniow-
ments, but a wreck. l had seen that craft
when 1t plowed che waters, al sails SGT nn I
running by true compass; vito AMI chill
dren and friends or board, himself com-
manding in n voyage that he expnc,el
would be glorious, putting into prosperous
hnrbors OF enrth ana at last putting into tho
harbor OF heaven. But now a wreck, lowed
along by low appntites, that ever aal anon
run him into the brraiors-l wreck Of body,
n wreck OF mind. u wreck Of soul. "Wl"ro
is your w,ie?" ~ do not Eaow." "Whars
ara Your chilirna?" II do not know"
"Whern Is your Go l?' ~ do not know"
That man IA coming to tho last verso Of that
long ~cantata, that protrlciol ~thrcnOly, that
terrific song OF the drunkarls.
But IL thcSn worls Shllli cpnn-'hr Won
know tho largest au licnc, | reach | never
SEQ at ALL say II these words should come,
though ut the ends OF tho earth. to any fat.
lon man, let ma 9ay 10 him: b. tho cyrpn-
ton 10 tho general ruica ul tura aud Iva,
while | recall 10 You u ScNuN in En,anl.
whore some ono sail to an innb-iatc Il, hs
was Soir: ont oTchIrth whore theirs WIS a
eroat awak ming, "Whv don't You sign the
Pledge" io answered. al hlvc si:nrI it
twenty times IN { will never sign it a:lln."
"Why, thnn," said tho gentleman tllkiuc 10
him. "dOa't You 20 upanl Hnrel atih"Hi.N-,
amid those other pnnitcnts?' II,
took the advice ami went AMI knrlt.
After awhile u littlo Siri, in rags
AMI soaked with tho rain iOokoi in the
church door, and soma one said: ''What arc
You doing here, little gir,?" Sle said:
please, sir. | heard n my father is here.
Why. that is my fathcr up there k~ncoling
now $40 went up and put her arms
around her fathers neck and sail: 'Fa,hnr.
what are you doing here?" Aud he said:
L "h t'hihN wa w ita%aN' NV. GtAll
she: m He torSives you, will Wa bo happy
asain?" ayes, my dear" ''Will W, hay,
enough to ont again" ''Yes. my dear"
Aud viii you neyar strike US AGAIN."
'No, my child" 'Wait here" said she,
'till 30 AMI call mother" AMI soon the
child cnnn with the mother, AMI tho mother.
k~nneling beside tho hu5ban /. said: "Savc
me tool Save me tool"
Aud tho Lord hCarl the prayer nj thut
altar. anl ono Of the hrppicSt homes in Eng.
land il the homo ovor which that lAtho- anl
mother now lovingly preside. SO. II in this
sermon ! have warned Others against a DIS
sipatod life, with the fact that SO few return
after they haya once gone ustrav. for tho en-
couracSment OF those who would like to r..
turn | toll YOU Goi wants You to come
blck, every ono OF you. AMI 70 como back
now, AM mora tendnrly anil lovingly than
any mother ever iftcl y SICK child ont Of u
crallc. AMI folded 1t in her arms and croonrl
over 1t n lullaby and rocked II to and fro,
the Lord VIII tGEo You up and fold You in
the arms Of his gardening love.
There's n Wilderness in Gods mercy,
Like the Wilderness Of the sea;
There's Il kinlnesS in his justice,
Which is more than liberty.