Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1898-03-21

that great day of the feast, Jesus stood
and cried, eff any man thirst, let him
come to me and drink. - III these other
fountains you find are mere mirages of
the desert. Paracelsus. you know, spent
his time in trying to find out the elixir
of life-a liquid which if taken would
keep one perpetually young in this
world and would change the aged back
again to youth. Of course he was dis
appointed. He found not the elixir
But here tell you of the elixir of ever
lasting life bursting from the Crock of
Ages, and that drinking that water
you shall never get DID, and you will
never be sick, and you will pever die
"Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye
to the waters" All, here is a man who
says, 81 have been looking for that
fountain a great while, but can't find
it," And here is some one else who
says, 81 believe all you say, but L have
been trudging along in the wilderness
and can't find the fountain. Do you
know the reason? I will tell you. You
never looked in the right direction.
"Oh," you say, 81 have looked every
where. have looked north, south, east
and west, and haven t found the four-
tain" Why, you are not looking in the
right direction at all.
Look up, where Hagar looked She
never would have found the fountain at
all, but when she heard the voice of the
angel she looked up, and she saw the
finger pointing to the supply. And, O
a soul, If today with one earnest, intense
prayer you would only look up to
Christ he would point you down to the
supply in the wilderness. "Look unto
mes all ye ends of the earth, and be ye
saved, for am God, and there is none
elsep' Look! Look, as Hagar lookedl
Yes, there is we'll for every desert
of bereavement. Looking over any audi
ence 1, notice signs of mourning and
woe. Have you found consolation? Oh,
man bereft, oh, woman bereft, have you
found consolation? Hearse after hearse.
We step from one grave hillock to an
other grave hillock We follow corpses,
ourselves soon to be like them. The
world is i'll mourning for it's dead.
Every heart has become the sepulcher of
some buried joy. But sing ye to Godi
Every wilderness has we'll in it, and
I come to that well today, and L begin
to draw water for you from that WELL
If you have lived in the country you
have sometimes taken hold of the rope
of the old well sweep, and you know
how the bucket came up dripping with
bright, cool water. And L lay hold of
the rope of Gods mercy, and I begin to
draw on that gospel we'll sweep, and I
see the buckets coming up. Thirsty soul,
here is one bucket of life! Come and
drink of it. Whosoever will, let him
come and take of the water of life free
ly." | pull away again at the rope, and
another bucket comes up. 1t is this prom
Use, Weeping may endure for night,
but joy cometh in the morning. lay
hold of the rope again, and pull away
with all my strength, and the bucket
comes up bright and beautiful and COOL
Here is the promise, "Come unto me,
all ye who are weary and heavy laden,
and will give you rest.
A New AstroIogy.
The old astrologers used to cheat the
people with the idea that they could
tell from the position of the stars what
would occur in the future, and if a
cluster of stars stood in one relation,
why, that would be prophecy of evil.
If cluster of stars stood in another re-
lation, that would be a prophecy of
good. What superstition But here is a
new astrology in which I put all my
faith. By looking up to the star of ia
cob. the morning star of the Redeemer,
can make this prophecy in regard to
those who put their trust in God, "All
things work together for good to those
who love God" Do you love him?
Have you seen the nyctanthes? 1t is
a beautiful flower, but it gives very lit
tie fragrance until after sunset. Then
it pours it's richness on the air. And
this grace of the gospel that commend
to you now, while it may be very sweet
during the day of prosperity, it pours
forth it's richest aroma after shutdown.
And it will be shutdown with you and me
after awhile. When you come to go out
of the world, will it be a desert march
or will it be drinking at fountain?
A converted Hindoo was dying, and
his heather comrades came around him
and tried to comfort him by reading
some of the pages of their theology, but
he waved his hand, as much as to say,
81 don't want to hear it, Then they
called in heather priest, and he said,
eff you will only recite the numtra,
it will deliver you from hell" He
waved his hand. as much as to say, 81
don't want to hear that Then they
said, "Call on Juggernaut. He shook
his head, as much as to say, ST can t do
that. - Then they thought perhaps he
was too weary to speak, and they said,
Nov, if you can't say 'Juggernaut'
think of him." He shook his head
again, as much as to say, "No, no, no."
Then they bent down to his pillow,
and they said, In what will you trust?"
His face lighted up with the very gIo-