The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1900-12-07

Many bread winner long since de-
ceased, would now have been alive
and we'll but for the reason that when
he was Frustrated he saw that in case
of his decease his family would go to
the poorhouse or have an awful strug-
gle for daily bread. But for that anx-
iety he would have got well. That
anxiety defied all that the best ply
sicians could do. Surprising, these two
duties attended to, the one for the
safety of your soul in this world and
the next, and the other for the safety
of your family if you pass out of this
life, make a new start. If possible,
have your family sitting-room where
you can let in the sunlight. Have a
musical instrument if you can afford
it, harp or piano or bass viol or paror
organ, Learn how to play it yourself
or have your children learn how to
play on it. Let bright colors dom
mate in your room. If there are pic
lures on the wall, let them not be sug-
gestive of battleields which are al
ways cruel, of deathbeds which are
always sad, or partings which are al
ways heartbreaking. There are
enough present woes in the world
without the perpetual commemora-
ton of past miseries. If you sing in
your home or your church do not al
ways choose tunes of long meter. Far
better to have your patience aug
mented by the consideration that the
misfortunes of this life must soon
terminate. Hardly anyone lives to
100 years, but few live to 80, while the
majority quit this life before 50. You
ought to be able, God helping you, to
stand it as long as that, for then by
the grace of God you will move into
an improved residence and be COM
passed by all benign and excellent
surroundings, into an atmosphere
every breath of which is balmy, and
region where every sound is music
and every emotion rapture. land
without one tear, without one part
ing, without one grief.
This last summer I stood on Spar
row hill, four miles from Moscow. It
was the place where Napoleon stood
and looked upon the city which he
was about to capture. His army had
been in long marches and awful fights
and NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS., and when they
came to Sparrow hill the shout went
up from tens of thousands of voices:
Moscow, Moscow" l do not wonder
at the transport. A ridge of hills
sweeps round the city. A river semi
circles it with brilliance 1t is a
spectacle that you place in your men,
DRY as one of three or four most beau
tiful scenes in all the earth. Ma
poleon's army marched on it in four
divisions, four overwhelming torrents
of valor and pomp. Down Sparrow
hill and through the beautiful val
ley and across the bridges and into
the palaces which surrounded without
one shot of resistance, because the
avalanche of troops was irresistible.
There is the room in which Napoleon
slept, and his pillow, which must have
been very uneasy, for, oh, how short
his stay. Fires kindled in all parts
of the city simultaneously drove out
that army into the snowstorms under
which $4,000 men persisted. How soon
did triumphal march turn into hor-
rlble demolition. To-day, while I
speak, we come on high hill, glo-
rious hill of Christian anticipation.
These hosts of God have had a long
march, and fearful battles and defeats
have again and again mingled with
the victories, but to-day we come in
sight of the great city, the capital of
the universe, the residence of the
King and the home of those who are
to reign with Him for ever and ever.
Look at the towers and hear them
ring with eternal jubilee. Look at the
house of many mansions, where many
of our loved ones are. Behold the
streets of FURNISHED gold and hear
the rumble of the chariots of those
who are more than conquerors. So
far from being driven back, all the 70
gates are wide open for our entrance.
We are marching on and marching on,
and our every step brings us nearer
to the city.
At what hour we shall enter we
have no power to foretell, but once
enlisted amid the blood-washed host
our entrance is centain 1t may be
in the bright monday or the dark
midnight. 1t may be when the air
is laden with springtime fragrance or
chilled with falling SHOWS. But enter
we must, and enter we will through
the grace offered us as the chief of
sinners. Higher hills than any 1 have
spoken of will guard that city. More
radiant waters than 1 saw in the Rus
sian valley will pour through that
great metropolis. No raging confa-
grafton shall drive US forth, for the
only fires kindled in that city will be
the fires of splendor that shall ever
hoist and never die. Reaching that
shining gate, there will be a parting,
but no tears at the parting. There
will be an eternal farewell, but no
sadness in the utterance. Then and |
there we will part with one of the |
best friends we ever had. No place |
for her in Heaven, for she needs no |
Heaven. While love and joy and other
graces enter Heaven, she will stay |
out. Patience, beautiful Patience,
long suffering Patience, will at that
gate say: "Good-byl 1 helped you
in the battle of life, but now that you
have gained the triumDh vO,, paad ma