Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1900-09-03

they shall put forth brighter leaves
and sweeter redolence, and no frost
shall touch them forever" And I look
ed up into his face and said: "Well, it
is thy garden, and thou hast a right to
do what thou wilt with it. Thy will
be dOne"-the hardest prayer a man
ever made.
Taking the Best.
1t has seemed as if Jesus Christ took
the best. From many Of your house
holds the best one is gone. You know
that she was too good for this world.
She was the gentlest in her ways, the
deepest in her affection, and when at
last the sickness came you had no faith
in medicines. You knew that the hour
of parting had come, and when, through
the rich grace of the Lord Jesus Christ,
you surrendered that treasure you
said: Lord Jesus, take tit is the
best we have. Take it. Thou art wOr-
thy" The others in the household may
have been of grosser mold. She was
of the finest.
The heaven of your little ones will
not be fairly begun until you get there.
ALI the kindnesses shown them by i'm
mortals will not make them forget
you. There they are, the radiant
throngs that went out from your
homes. I throw a kiss to the sweet
darlings. They are all we'll now in the
palace. The crippled child has sound
foot now. A little lame child says,
''Ma, will be lame in heaven" "No,
my darling, you won't be lame in heav-
en-" A little sick child says, "Ma, will
I be sick in heaven?" mo, my dear,
you won't be sick in heaven" A little
blind child says, "Ma, will I be blind
in heaven? "No, my dear, you won't
be blind in heaven" They are all well
there.
I notice that the fine gardens some
times have high fences around them,
and I cannot get in. 1t is so with a
kings garden. The only glimpse you
ever get of such a garden is when the
king rides out in his splendid carriage.
It is not so with this garden, this
Kings garden. 1 throw wide open the
gate and tell you all to come in. No
monopoly in religion. Whosoever will,
may. Choose now between a desert
and a garden. Many of you have tried
the garden Of this worlds delight. You
have found it has been a chagrin. So it
was with Theodore Hook. He made
all the world laugh. He makes us
laugh now when we read his poems,
but he could not make his own heart
laugh. While in the midst Of his fes-
tivities he confronted a looking glass,
and he saw himself and said: 'There,
that is true. look just as L am, done
up in body, mind and purse" So it
was of Shenstone, of whose garden
told you at the beginning of my SER
mon. He sat down amid those bowers
and said: 81 have lost my road to hap
piness. 1 am angry and envious and
frantic and despise everything around
me just as it becomes a mailman to
do
Christ the Only Rest.
o We weary souls, come into Christs
garden today and pluck little hearts
ease. Christ is the only rest and the
only pardon for a perturbed spirit Do
you not think your chance has almost
come? You men and women who have
been waiting year after year for some
good opportunity in which to accept
Christ, but have postponed it, 5, 10, 20,
80 years-do you not feel as if now
your hour Of salvation had come? o
man, what grudge hast thou against
thy poor soul that thou wilt not let it
be saved?
Some years ago a vessel struck on
the rocks. They had only one lifeboat.
In that lifeboat the passengers and
crew We're getting ashore. The vessel
had foundered and was sinking deeper
and deeper, and that one boat could
not take the passengers very swiftly.
A little girl stood on the deck waiting
for her turn to get into the boat The
boat came and went, came and went,
but her turn did not seem to come.
After awhile she could wait no longer,
and she leaped on the taffrail and then
Sprang into the sea, crying to the boat
man: "Save me next! Save me next!'
Oh, how many have gone ashore into
Gods mercy, and yet you are clinging
to the wreck of sin. Others have ac-
cepted the pardon of Christ, but you
are in peril. Why not this moment
make q rush for your immortal rescue,
crying until Jesus shall hear you and
heaven and earth ring with the cry:
"Save me next! Save me next" Now
is the day Of salvation! Now! Now!
Copyright, 1900 by Louis Klopsch.l
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