Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1898-11-21

may be put in great business straits,
but the ghastliest CT al embarrassments
is that Of the man who has large es-
tates The men who commit suicide be-
cause OF monetary losses are those who
cannot bear the burden any more be-
cause they have only $50, 900 left
The Vanities OF Life.
On Bowling Green, New York. there
is g house where TaIIeyrand used to go.
He was favored man All the world
knew him, and he had wealth almost
unlimited. Yet at the close Of his life
he says, "BekoId, SO years have passed
without any practical result, save IA
tigue Of body and fatigue Of mind, great
discCuragement for the future and great
disgust for the past. - Oh, my friends,
this is ''soUth land and it slopes off
toward deserts OF sorrows, and the
prayer which Achsah made to her IA
ther Caleb we make this day to our Fa-
ther God: 'Thou hast given me south
land; give me also springs OF water.
And he gave her the upper springs and
the neither springs"
Blessed be God, we have more adj
vantages given as than we can really
appreciate! We have spiritual blessings
offered us in this world which I shall
call the neither springs and glories in
the world to come which shall call the
upper springs.
Where shall I find words enough
threaded with light to set forth the
pleasure of religion? David, unable to
describe it in words, played it on a
harp. Mrs. Hemans, not finding enough
power in prose, sings that praise in a
canto. Christopher Wren, unable to de-
scribe it in language, sprung it into the
arches Of st. Paul's. John Bunyan, un-
able to present it in ordinary phrase
ology, takes all the fascination Of allie
CORY. Handel, with ordinary music IN
able to reach the height Of the theme,
rouses it up in al OratOriO. Oh, there is
no life on earth SO happy as really
Christian life! l do not mean sham
Christian life, but q real Christian life.
Where there is thorn there is a whole
garland of roses. Where there is one
groan there are three doxologies. Where
there is one day of cloud there is a
whole season of sunshine Take the
humblest Christian man that you know
angels of God canopy him with their
white wings; the lightnings of heaven
are his armed allies; the Lord is his
Shepherd, picking out for him green
pastures by still waters. If he walk
forth, heaven is his bodyguard. If he
lie down to sleep, ladders Of light, angel
blossoming, are let into his dreams. If
he be thirsty, the potentates of heaven
are his cupbearers. If he sit down to
food, his plain table blooms into the
Kings banquet. Men say, "Look at
that odd fellow with the wornout
coat" The angels of God cry, Lift up
your heads, ye everlasting gates, and
let him come IMP Fastidious people
cry, "Get off my front stepsI' The
doorkeepers of heaven cry, "Come, We
blessed Of my Father, inherit the king
dom!" When he comes to die, though
he may be carried out in pine box to
the potter's field, to that potter's field
the chariots Of Christ will come down,
and the cavalcade will crowd all the
boulevards of heaven.
{ bless Christ for the present satisfac-
ton Of religion. It makes a man all
right with reference to the past; it
makes a man all right with reference to
the future. Oh, these neither springs of
comfort! They are perennial. The
foundation Of God standeth sure having
this seal, 1.-The Lord knoweth them that
are his, - 1.-The mountains shall depart
and the hills be removed, but my kind
ness shall not depart from thee, neither
shall the covenant of my peace be re-
moved, saith the Lord, who hath mercy
upon thee" Oh, cluster of diamonds
set in FURNISHED gold! Oh, neither
springs Of comfort bursting through all
the valleys of trial and tribulation!
When you see, you of the world, what
satisfaction there is on earth in religion,
do you not thirst after it as the daugh-
ter of Caleb thirsted after the water
springs? It is no stagnant pond, scum
med over with malaria, but springs of
water leaping from the Rock of Ages!
Take up one cup Of that spring water
and across the top Of the chalice will
float the delicate shadows of the heav-
emily wall, the yellow of jasper, the
green of emerald, the blue of sard onyx,
the fire Of jacinth.
The Source of Happiness.
wish [ could make you understand
the Joy religion is to some of us. It
makes man happy while he lives and
glad when he dies. With two feet upon
a chair and bursting with dropsies,
heard an old man in the poorhouse cry
out, "Bless the Lord, oh, my soul!''
looked around and said, "What has this
man got to thank God for?" It makes
the lame man leap as hart and the
dumb sing. They say that the old Puri-
tan religion is a juiceless and joyless
religion, but I remember reading of DR..
Goodwin, the celebrated Puritan, who
in his last moment said: els this dy-
ing? Why, my bow abides in strength!
am swallowed up in God!' ''Her
ways are ways Of pIeasantness, and all
her paths are peace. Oh. you who