Akron daily Democrat. [volume] (Akron, Ohio) 1892-1902, 1899-05-12

| selves. his trembling hand ON that staff
which You now keep as family relic,
his memory embalmed in grateful
hearts - is taken away forever. Or
there was ycur companion in life, sharer
Of your joys and sorrows, taken, leaving
! the heart an old ruin. where the i'll
winds blow over wide wilderness of
| iesolation, the sands of the desert driy-
ibg across the place which once bloom
| I'd like the garden Of God And Abra
ham mourns for Sarah at the cave of
Machpelah As you We're moving along
your path i'll life, suddenly. right be-
| fore you, was an open grave People
looked down, and they saw it was only
few feet deep and few feet wide.
but to you it was d cavern down which
| Went all your hopes and all your expec-
tations. But cheer up in the name of
the Lord Jesus Christ, the Comforter.
He is not going 10 forsake you. Did the
Lord take that child cut of your arms
Why, he is going to shelter it better
than you could. He is going to array it
in white robe and palm branch and
have it all ready 10 greet you at your
coming home Blessed the broken heart
that Jesus heals. Blessed the importu-
nate cry that J.sus coInpassionates!
blessed the weeping eye from which the
soft hand of Jesus wipes away the teari
Glorious Eternity.
Some years ago | was sailing down
The ST John river, which is the Rhine
and the Hudson commingled in Cue
scene of beauty and grandeur, and while
| was on the deck of tine steamer gem
tleman pointed out to me the places of
Interest, and he said All this is inter
val land, and it is the richest land in
Ill the provinces of New Brunswick and
Nova Scotia What" said l, do
you mean by interval land ? " well, "
he said, this land is submerged for
part of the year; spring freshets come
lown. and all these plains are over
flowed with the water, and the water
leaves a rich deposit, and when the wa
ters are gone the harvest springs up,
and there is richer harvest than |
know of elsewhere =" And | instantly
thought, cit is not the heights of the
church, and it is not the heights of this
world that are the scene of the greatest
prosperity, but the soul ever which the
floods of sorrow have gone the soul
over which the freshets of tribulation
have torn their way, that yields the
greatest fruits of righteousness and the
largest harvest for time and the richest
harvest for eternity" Bless God that
your soul is interval land
There is one more point OF absorbing
reminiscence, and that is the last hour
of life, when we have TO look over all
our past existence What moment
that will be! place Napoleon dying
reminiscence on st. Helena beside Mrs
=Judson dying reminiscence in the har
Dor of ST Helena, the same island, 30
years after Napoleon s dying reminis-
cence was one Of delirium-"'Tete d ar
NEE Head of the army Mrs. Jud
sons dying reminiscence, as she came
home from her missionary toll and her
life of self sacrifice for God, dying in
the cabin of the ship in the harbor of
St Helena, was, 81 always did love the
Lord Jesus Christ. And then the his
torian says she fell into sound sleep
for an hour and woke amid the songs
of angels place the dying reminis
cence of Augustus Caesar against the
dying reminiscence of the apostle Paul.
The dying "reminiscences of Augustus
Caesar was, addressing his attendants,
"Have / played my part we'll on the
stage of life? and they answered in the
affirmative, and he said, ''Why, then,
don't you applaud me+' The dying
reminiscence of Paul the apostle was, 81
have fought Il good fight, have finished !
my course, have kept the faith hence |
forth there is laid up for me a crown
of righteousness, which the Lord, the |
righteous Judge will give me in that |
day, and not to me only, but to all |
them that love his appearing. Angus |
tus Caesar died amid pomp and great '
surroundings, Paul uttered his dying .
"reminiscences locking mp through the |
wall of dungeon. God grant that our !
dying pillow may be the closing of a |
useful life and the opening of a glori- !
Gus eternity.
We eSaggerate misfortune and hap |
piness alike. We are never either so
wretched or 50 happy as we say we are
.--BalZac.