Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1898-07-02

the battles they were to light, but after
awhile saw these campfires begin to
lower, and they continued to lower I'M
til they were all gone out and the army
slept. 1t was imposing when saw the
campfires. 1t was imposing in the dark
ness when thought of that great host
asleep. Well, God looks down from
heaven, and he sees the firesides Of
Christendom and the loved ones gather
ed around these firesides. These are the
campfires where we warm ourselves at
the close of day and talk over the bat
ties of life we have fought and the bat
ties that are yet to come. God grant
that when at last these fires begin to 60
out and continue to lower until finally
they are extinguished and the ashes of
consumed hopes strew the hearth Of the
old homestead it may be because we
have
Como 10 sleep that last sleep
From which mono ever wake to weep.
Now VIC are an army on the march
of life. Then we shall be an army
bivouacked in the tent Of the grave.
NaSht1 the Silent.
Once more. want you to look at
Vashti the silent. You do not hear any
outcry from this woman as she goes
forth from the palace gate From the
very dignity of her nature you know
there will be no vociferation. Some
times in life it is necessary to make
retort, sometimes in life it is necessary
to resist, but there are crises when the
most triumphant thing to do is to keep
silence. The philosopher, confident in
his newly discovered principle, waiting
for the coming of more intelligent gen
erations, willing that men should laugh
at the lightning rod and cotton gin and
steamboat and telegraph, waiting for
long years through the SOOTHING of philo-
sophical schools in grand and magnif-
cent silence.
Calico, condemned by mathemati-
clans and monks and cardinals, carica-
tured everywhere, yet waiting and
watching with his telescope to see the
coming up of stellar re-enforcements
when the stars in their courses would
fight for the Copernican system, then
sitting down in complete blindness and
deafness to wait for the coming on of
the generations who would build his
monument and bow at his grave. The
reformer, execrated by his contempt
raries fastened in a pillory, the slow
fires of public contempt burning under
him, ground under the cylinders of the
printing press, yet calmly waiting for
the day when purity of soul and hero
ism of character will get the sanction Of
earth and the plaudits Of heaven. Attic
ton enduring without any complaint
the sharpness of the pang and the vlo-
lence of the storm and the heft of the
chain and the darkness of the night,
waiting until a divine hand shall be put
forth to soothe the pang and hush the
storm and release the captive. A wife
abused, prosecuted and a perpetual exile
from every earthly comfort, waiting,
waiting, until the Lord shall gather up
his dear children in a heavenly home,
and no poor Vashti will ever be thrust
out from the palace gate Jesus, in ST.
lence and answering not word, drink
ing the gall, bearing the cross, in pros
pect Of tho rapturous consummatlon
when
Angels thronged his chariot wheel
And bore him to his throne.
Then swept their golden harps and sang,
| "The glorious work is dono!''
Oh, woman, does not this story of Vashti
| the queen, Vashti the veiicd, Vashtl
the sacrifice, Vashti the silent. move
your soul! My sermon converges into
the one absorbing hope that none OF you
may be shut out Of the palace gate OF
heaven. You can endure the hardships
and tho privations and the cIuelties and
the misfortunes of this life if you can
only gain admission there Through the
blood of the everlasting covenant you
10 through those gates or never 60
through at all God forbid that you
should at last be banished from the So
ciety of angels and banished from the
companionship of your glorificd kindred
and banished forever Through the rich
grace of our Lord Jesus Christ may you
be enabled to initiate the example OF
Rachel and Hannah and Abigail and
Deborah and Mary and Esther and
Vashti.
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