The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1898-11-21
SAD CORNERS IN MEMORY
REV. A. b. MELDRUM SAYS THEY
HAVE THEIR GOOD USES
Lessons Drawn From the DIsap-
POintments of the Days Gone by
SymbOlized by the SORROWS of
Human Life.

Rev. A. B. Medium, pastor Of the
Central Presbyterian church, preached
last evening before a large audience at
the House of Hope church, taking his
text from John: xix, Al: There was a
garden and in the garden a new sepul-
chre." He said in part:
1t was a part OF the ambition of the old
time Jew to possess his own grave. There
was no law with US which prevented his
being buried in any spot he could call his
own. The thrifty Jew would therefore select
and purchase the site that seemed desirable
for the purpose. Choosing generally the face
OF a stony HILL and there out OF a solid rock
heWlng last resting place for himself and
those dependent upon him, a wall was built
about the place, and even before the sepuIchre
was occupied lis surroundings were kept with
the greatest care. grass was sown and flow
ers were planted and nurtured on the thin
soil. 1t was regarded es a sacred place q
consecrated SPOT, to become more and more
sacred as 1t became the long home" of
those whose hearts had been bound together
in life by the strong yet tender bonds OF hu-
man affection. The neighborhood of Jerusa-
lem aDounded.WitA sSch quiet and consecrated
spots, and hard by the hill OF Calvary was
garden. with its s4puIchre. never yet used,
hewed out CT solid limestone rock by Jo-
seph OF Arimathea, a sacred disciple of Jesus
To this new tomb in the garden, not far from
the cross, loving hands bore the sacred body
OF the dear Lord. Tenderly they closed the
eyes which had beheld every honest man with
lCye-to whose welcome little children had
leaped from their mothers arms. before
whose majesty Pharisees had cuailed and
skunk away.
There is grave in every garden No gar
Gen, however fair and beautiful, but hath
its sepulchre new or old. Blooming flowers
and tNlning ivy may hide it from other eyes
hut every man who has come TO middle life
knows the corner OF his life garden where
hewn out of the rock of his experience is a
tomb in which is buried something TO which
once he chung as he did TO life itself Some
aspiring hope, some scheme of daring amhi-
ton, some disappointed expectation some
blighted affection, some faith slain bv doubt
or some doubt slain by faith lies buried in
some nook or corner Of almost every life
And ever and anon the mind betakes ITSELF
thither, in bitterness or in Joy, in comfort or
despair to recall the occasion which made n
break In the even tenure of life and made il
ever afterwards different from what it was
before for better or for worse.
There are other funerals besides those
which wend their way, solemn and Slow
through our streets. to, the silent city Of the
marked by slab or shaft in memory of the
dead who lie beneath. There are other
deaths besides those which put termination
to human existence. We do not know an that
yet as in your life so in his Some little
space walled off. shut ina consecrated spot
IN the heid OF his own life which you can't
explore. A garden, in which there is a sep
ulchre in which lie the remains of that Of
which he thinks much but speaks little Some
times the wall of reserve between friends falls
prising IN the other. Each finds his secret
matched by the Secret OF the other. They
look into each others faces and as they CLASH
hands with a tighter grip say each 10 the
other: Il did not know Of a grave in your
garden" 1t would help US to a frIepdUer
attitude towards all men if we would onIv
remember that there is a grave in every man s
garden.
There are sighs and tears but he who trusts
in Christ and tries 70 live ChristliLa Itso
may even weep with hope, and his sorrow ar
the setting Of the sun is cheered by the
promise of better morrow. There is a grave
in the garden, but blessed be the name of
God, there is garden surrounding the grave.