The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1899-1900, 1899-05-10

| PouIcu WHO lnUO MS lips, so OOu puts
His left arm under your head and with
His right hand He pours into your lips
the wine of His comfort and His con-
ISOLATION, and you looked at the empty
cradle and looked at your broken heart,
and you looked at the Lords chastise-
ment, and you said: Even so, Father,
for so it seemeth good in Thy sight"
All, it was your first trouble. How did
you get over IL? God comforted you.
You have been better man ever since.
You have been a better woman ever
since. In the jar of the closing gate Of
the sepulcher you neard the changing of
the opening gate Of Heaven, ans you
felt an irresistible drawing Heaven
ward. You have been spiritually better
ever since that night when the little one
for the last time put it's arms around
your neck and said: Good night, papa;
good night, mamma. Meet me in
Heaven"
But must come to your latest sor-
row. What was It? Perhaps it was
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or the tick of the watch on the stand
disturbed you. Through the long
weary days you counted the figures in
the carpet or the flowers in the wall pa
per. Oh, the weariness of exhaustion!
Oh, the burning pangs! Would God it
were morning, would God it were night,
was your frequent cry. But you are
better, or perhaps even well. Have you
thanked God that today you can come
out in the fresh air; that you are in
your place to hear Gods name and to
sing Gods praise and to implore Gods
help and to ask Gods forgiveness?
Bless the Lord who healeth all our dis
eases and redeemeth our lives from de-
struction.
Perhaps your last sorrow was a finan-
cial embarrassment. l congratulate
some of you on your lucrative profess
sion or occupation, on ornate apparel,
on commodious residence-every-
thing you put your hands on seems to
turn to gold. But there are others OF
you who are like the ship on which
Paul sailed where two seas met, and
you are broken by the violence of the
waves. By an unadvised Endorsement,
or by n conjunction of unforeseen
events, or by fire or storm, or a sense
less panic, you have been flung head
long, and where you once dispensed
great charities you now have hard
work to win your daily bread. Have
you forgotten to thank God for your
days of prosperity and that through
your trials some of you have made in
vestments which will continue after the
last bank of this world has exploded
and the silver and gold are molten in
the fires of burning world? Have you,
amid all your losses and discourage
ments, forgot that there was bread on
your table this morning and that there
shall be n shelter for your head from
the storm, and there is air for your
lungs and blood for your heart and
light for your eye and glad and glo-
rious and triumphant religion for your
soul?
Perhaps your last,trouble was be-
reavement. That heart which in child
hood was your refuge, the parental
heart, and which has been a source Of
the quickest sympathy ever since, has
suddenly become silent forever. And
now sometimes, whenever in sudden an
noyance and without deliberation you
say: 81 will go and tell mother" the
thought flashes on you: 81 have no
mother" Or the father, with voice less
tender, but with heart as loving, watch
full of all your ways, exultant over
your success without saying much, al
though the old people do talk it over
by themselves his trembling hand on
that staff which you now keep as a
family relic, his memory embalmed in
grateful hearts-is taken away for
ever. Or there was your companion in
life, sharer of your joys and sorrows,
taken, leaving the heart an old ruin,
where the i'll winds blow over a wild will
derness of desolation, the sands of the
desert driving across the place which
once bloomed like the garden of God.
And Abraham mourns for Sarah at the
cave of Machpelah. AS you were NOV
ing along your path in life, suddenly,
right before you, was an open grave.
People looked down, and they saw II
was only few feet deep and few feet
wide, but to you it was a cavern, down
which went all your hopes and all your
expectations. But cheer up, in the
name of the Lord Jesus Christ, the Com
forter. He is not going to forsake you.
Did the Lord take that child out of
your arms? Why, He is going to shell
ter it better than you could. He is
going to array it in white robe and
palm branch and have it all ready to
greet you at your coming home. Blessed
the broken heart that Jesus healsl
Blessed the importunate cry that Jesus
compassiouates! ? Blessed the weeping
eye from which the soft hand of Jesus
wipes away the tearl
There is one more point of absorbing
"reminiscences, and that is the last hour
of life, when we have to look over all
our past existence. What a moment
that will bel place Napoleon's dying
"reminiscences on st. Helena beside Mrs.
Judson's dying reminiscence in the har-
Dor of st. Helena, the same island, 90
years after. Napoleon's dying reminis-
cence was one of delirium-"Tete
d'armee"-"Head of the aEny." Mrs.
Judson's dying "reminiscences, as she
came home from her missionary toll
and her life of self sacrifice for God,
dying in the cabin of the shipin the har-
Dor of st. Helena, was: 81 always did
love the Lord Jesus Christ" And then,
the historian says, she fell into sound
sleep for an hour and woke amid the
songs of angels. Iplace the dying rem
iniscence of Augustus Caesar against
the dying reminiscence of the Apostle
Paul. The dying "reminiscences of Au-
gustus Caesar was, addressing his at