Connecticut western news., 1900-09-13

IT now IuhnV Sndii Dt wrecked for all eternity! That little if" has enough venom In Its sting to .ause the death of the soul. No ''ir' ,bout it. I know it. Ecce Deus! feel 1t thoroughly-through every mus cle of the body and through every fac llty of my mind and through every energy of my soul. Living, I will preach 1t; dying. will pillow my head upon its consolations-Jesus the God.
 Away, then, from this right hand cross. The red berries of the forest are apt to be poisonous, and around this tree of carnage grow the red, pol sonous berries of which many have tasted and died. I can see no use for this right hand cross, except 1t be used as a lever with which to upturn the of the world.
 The Left Hand Cross.
 Here from the right hand cross go to the left hand cross. Pass clear to the other side. That victim also twists himself upon the nails to look at the center cross, yet not to scoff. It Is to He, too, would like to get his hand loose, not to smite, but to deliver the sufferer of the middle cross. He cries to the railer cursing on the other side: "Silence! Between us Is innocence in agony. We suffer for our crimes. Silencew Gather round thls left hand cross, O ye people! Be not afraid. Bitter herbs are sometimes tonic for the body, and the bitter aloes that grow on this tree shall give and life to thy soul. This left hand cross Is a repenting cross.
 As men who have been nearly drown ed tell us that in one moment, while they were under the water. their whole life passed before them, so suppose In one moment the dying malefactor thought over all his past life-of that night when he went into an unguarded door and took all the silver, the gold, the jewels. and as the sleeper stirred, he put a knife through his heart; Of that day when, in the lonely pass, he met the wayfarer and regardless of the cries and prayers and tears and strug- gles of his victim he flung the mangled corpse into the dust of the highway or heaped upon 1t the stones. He says: II am a guilty wretch; I deserve this! There is no need of my cursing. That will not stop the pain. There Is no need of blaspheming Christ, for he has done me no wrong, and yet l cannot die so. The tortures of my body are undone by the tortures of my soul. The past Is scene of misdoing. The pres ent a crucifixion. The future an ever lasting undoing. Come back, thou hid ing midday sun! Kiss my cheek with one bright ray of comfort. What, no help from above-no help from be- heath? Then I must turn to my com panion fn sorrow, the One on the mid dle cross. I have heard that he knows how to help a man when he Is in trou- ble. I have heard that he can cure the wounded. I have heard that he can pardon the sinner Surely, In all his wanderings up and down the earth, he never saw one more in need of his for givenessi Blessed One! I turn to thee! Wilt thou turn Sor the moment away from thy own bangs to pity me! Lord, it is not to have my hands relieved or my feet taken from the torture. l can stand all this; but, oh, my sins, my sins, my sins, they pierce me through and through. They tell me I must die forever. They will push me out into the darkness unless thou wilt help me. I confess 1t all. Hear the cry of the dying thief, Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom I ask no great things. 1 seek for no throne In heaven, no chariot to take me to the skies, but just think of me when this days horrors have passed. Think of me a little-of me, the one now hang ing at thy side-when the shout of heavenly welcome takes thee back into thy glory. Thou wilt not. forget me, wilt thou? Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom Only just remember me-"
 Repentance Must Come.
 Likewise must we repent. You say q have stolen nothing" I reply: "We have all been guilty of the mightiest felony of the universe, for we have robbed God-robbed him of our time robbed him of our talent, robbed hin of our services" Suppose you sent a man out as an, agent of your firm and every month you pay him his sal ary and at the end of ten years yo, find out that he has been serving an other firm. but taking your salary would you not at once condemn him al dishonest? God sent us into this work to serve. him. He has given us wages | all the time. Yet how many of u have been serving another master | When a man, Is convicted of treason | he Is brought oat; regiment sur | rounds him, and the command Is given Attention, company! Take aim Firer' And the man falls with hun dred bullets through his heart. Ther, comes a time in a mans history wheI
 the Lord calls up the troop of his in iQuities and at Gods command they pour into him a concentrated volley o
 torture.
 You say, 'I don't feel myself to be ,
 sinner" That may be. Walk alon,
 by the cliffs, and you see sunlight ant
 flowers at the mouth of the cave, bu
 take torch and go in, and before yo,
 have gone far you see the flashing ey'
 of a wild beast or hear the hiss of ,
 serpent. So the heart seems in tn,
 sunlight of worldliness, but as I way,
 the torch of Gods truth and go dowl
 Into the deep cavern of the heart-alas
 for the bristling horrors and the rat
 tling fangs! Have you ever noticed
 the climax in this passage of Scrip
 ture, ''The heart Is deceitful" Tha
 seems enough. But the passage zoe
 on and says, "The heart is deceitfu
 above all things" Will you not ga.
 that Is enough? But the passage zoe
 on further and says, "The heart Is de
 ceitful above all things and desperate
 iy wicked" If we could see the tru
 condition of the unpardoned befor
 God, what wringing of hands ther
 would be! What a thousand voice,
 shriek of supplication and depair! Blu
 you are a sinner, sinner. I speal
 not to the person who sits next to you