The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1899-10-20

All Out at rest on SnOre,
Say, would you plunge once more.
With home so nigh?
II you might. would you now
Retrace your way,
Wander through stormy wildS,
Faint and astray?
Nights gloomy watches fled;
Morning, all beaming red;
Hopes smile around us shed,
Heavenward. away!
Yes, for some people in this world
there seems no let up. They are pur-
sued from youth to manhood and from
manhood unto old age. Very distin-
guished are Lord Stafford's hounds and
the earl of Yarborough's hounds and
the duke of Rutland's hounds, but all
of them put together do not equal, in
number or speed or power to hunt
down, the great kennel of hounds of
which Sin and Trouble are owner and
master.
But what is relief for all those pur-
sued of trouble and annoyance and pain
and bereavement? My text gives it to
you in a word OF three letters, but each
letter is chariot if you would triumph,
or throne if you want to be crowned,
or a lake if you would Stake your thirst
yea, a chain of three lakes-G-o-d, the
one for whom David longed and the one
whom David found. You mi ght as well
meet a stag which, after its sixth mile
of running at the topmost speed
through thicket and gorge and with the
breath of the dogs on it's heels, has
come in full sight of Schroon lake and
try to cool it's projecting and blistered
tongue with drop of dew from a blade
of grass as to attempt to satisfy an inn
mortal soul, when flying from trouble
and sin, with anything less deep and
high and broad and immense and infin-
lite and eternal than God. His comfort
why, it embosoms all distress. His
arm-it wrenches off all bondage. His
hand-it wipes away all tears. His
Christly atonement-it makes us all
right with the past, and all right with
the future. and all right with God, all
right with man, and all right forever.
Oh; when some of you get there it
will be like what the hunter tells of
when he was pushing his canoe far up
north in the winter and amid the ice
foes, and a hundred miles, as he
thought, from any other human being.
He was startled one day as he heard
a stepping on the ice, and he cooked
his rifle, ready to meet anything that
came near. He found man, barefoot.
ed and insane from long exposure, app
preaching him. Taking him into his
canoe and kindling fires to warm him,
he restored him, found out where he
had lived and took him to his home and
found all the village in great excite
ment. A hundred men were searching
for this lost man, and his family and
friends rushed out to meet him, and,
as had been agreed at his first appear
ance, bells were rung, and guns were
discharged, and banquets spread and
the rescuer loaded with presents. Well,
when some of you step out of this will
derness, where you have been chilled
and torn and sometimes lost amid the
icebergs, into the warm greetings of
all the villages of the glorified, and
your friends rush out to give you well
coming kiss, the news that there is an
other soul forever saved will call the
caterers of Heaven to spread the ban
quet and the bellmen to lay hold of the
rope in the tower, and while chalices
click at the feast and the bells clang
from the turrets it will be seen SO up
lifting I pray God 1 may be there to
take part in the celestial merriment.
And now do you not think the prayer
in Solomon's Song where he compared
Christ to a reindeer in the night would
make an exquisitely appropriate per-
Grafton to my sermon: Until the day
break and the shadows flee away be
thou like roe or young hart upon
the mountains of Bether?"