Connecticut western news., 1899-01-26

of victory anu redemption. stamp on the bottom of the grave, and it breaks through into the light and the glory of heaven. The ancients used to think that the straits entering the Red sea were very dangerous places, and they supposed that every ship that went through those straits would be destroy ed, and they were in the habit of put ting on weeds of mourning for those who had gone on that voyage, as though they were actually dead. Do you know what they called those straitsl They called them the "Gate of Tears. I stand at the gate of tears through which many of your loved ones have gone, and want to tell you that all are not ship wrecked that have gone through those straits into the great ocean stretching put beyond The sound that comes from that other shore on still nights when we Ire wrapped in prayer makes me think that the departed are not dead. We Ire the dead-we who toil, we who weep, we who sin-we are the dead. How my heart aches for human sorrow l This sound of breaking hearts that l hear all about mel This last look of faces that never will brighten again This last kiss of lips that never will speak againl This widowhood and or ohanagel Oh, when will the day of sor- row be gone!
 After the sharpest winter the spring lismounts from the shoulder of 8 south ern gale and puts its warm hand upon the earth, and in its palm there comes the grass, and there come the flowers, and God reads over the poetry of bird and brook and bloom and pronounces it very good. What, my friends, if every winter had not its spring, and every night its day, and every gloom its glow, and every bitter now its sweet hereaft CT If you have been on the sea, you know, as the ship passes in the night, there is phosphorescent track left be- hind it, and as the waters roll up they toss with unimaginable splendor. Well, across this great ocean of human trouble Jesus walks Oh, that in the phos- phorescent track of his feet we might all follow and be illumined.
 There was gentleman in a rail car who saw in that same car three passen- gers of very different circumstances. The first was a maniac. He was care fully guarded by his attendants His mind, like ship dismasted was beat ing against a dark, desolate coast, from which no help could come. The train stopped, and the man was taken out into the asylum, to waste away perhaps through years of gloom. The second passenger was culprit. The outraged law had seized on him. As the cars jolted the chains rattled. On his face were crime, depravity and despair. The train halted, and he was taken out to the penitentiary, to which he had been condemned. There was the third pas senger, under far different circum- stances. She was bride. Every hour was gay as marriage bell. Life gilt tered and beckoned. Her companion was taking her to his fathers house. The train halted The old man was there to welcome her to her new home, and his white locks showed down upon her as he sealed his word with fathers kiss. Quickly we fly toward eternity. We will soon be there. Some leave this life condemned culprits, and they refuse pardon. Oh, may it be with us that leaving this feeting life for the next we may find our Father ready to greet us to our new home with him forever. That will be marriage banquet. Fla ther's welcome Fathers bosoml Fla ther' s kiss Heaven Heaveni