Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1900-02-12

60 out of this world. where are we to
go to! This body and soul must soon
part. What shall be the destiny of the
former know-dust to dust. But what
shall be the destiny of the latter? Shall
it rise into the cOmpaniOnShip of the
white robed, whose sins Christ has
slain or will it go down among the I'M
| believing, who tried to gain the world
and save their souls, but were swim
died out of both? Blessed be God!
We have q Champion. He is so styled
in the Bible: A Champion who has con-
quered death and hell, and he is ready
to fight all our battles from the first to
the last. who is this that cometh up
from Edom with dyed garments from
Bozrah, mighty to save" If we fol-
low in the wake Of that Champion,
death has no power and the grave no
victory. The worst man trusting in
him shall have his dying pangs allie
waited and his future illumined.
Must Answer In Judgment.
In the light of this subject l want to
call your attention to fact which may
not have been rightly considered, and
that is the fact that we must be
brought into judgment for the employ
ment of our physical organism. Shout
der, brain, hand, foot-we must answer
in judgment for the use we have made
of them. Have they been used for the
elevation of society or for it's depres-
sion? In proportion as our arm is
strong and our step elastic will our ac-
count at last be intensified. Thou
sands of sermons are preached to inva-
lids. 1 preach this sermon to stout
men and healthful women. We must
give to God an account for the right
use of this physical organism. These
invalids have comparatively little to
account for perhaps. They could not
lift 20 pounds. They could not walk
half a mile without sitting down to
rest. Yet how much many of them ac-
complish! Rising up in judgment,
standing beside the men and women
who had only little physical energy
and yet consumed that energy in a
conf1a grafton of religious enthusiasm,
how will we feel abashed! o men of
the strong arm and the stout heart,
what use are you making of your phys
zeal forces? Will you be able to stand
the test of that day when we must an
swer for the use of every talent, wheth-
err it were a physical energy or men
tai acumen or a spiritual power?
The day approaches, and | see one
who in this world was an invalid, and
as she stands before the throne of God
to answer she says: 81 was sick all my
days. 1 had but very little strength,
but I did as we'll as l could in being
kind to those who were more sick and
''Well done, faithful servant"
And then a little child will stand be-
fore the throne, and she will say: "On
earth | had a curvature of the spine,
and | was very weak, and l was very
i'll, but / used to gather flowers out Of
the wildwood and bring them to my
sick mother, and she was comforted
when she saw the sweet flowers out
of the wildwood. l did not do much,
but l did something" And Christ shall
say, as he takes her up in his arm and
kisses her: "Well done, we'll done, faith
full servant. Enter thou into the joy
of thy Lord" What, then, will be said
to us-we to whom the Lord gave phys
zeal strength and continuous health?
Hark. 1t thunders again. The judy
ment, the judgment.
l said to an old Scotch minister, who
was one of the best friends | ever had,
doctor, did you ever know Robert
Pollock, the Scotch poet, who wrote
The Course of Timer" "Oh, yes" he
replied; 81 knew him we'll. | was his
classmate." And then the doctor went
on to tell me how that the writing of
1.-THE Course of Time" exhausted the
health of Pollock, and he expired 1t
seems as if no man could have such a
glimpse of the day for which all other
days were made as Robert Pollock had |
and long survive that glimpse. In the |
description of that day he says, among
other things:
Begin the woe, We woods, and tell it to the dole
full Winds
And doeful winds wall to the bowling hills,
And bowling hills to the dismal wales,
And dismal wales sigh to the Borrowing BROOKS
And sorrowing brooks weep to the weeping !
stream,
And weeping stream awake the grooming deep;
Ye heavens, great archway of the universe, put |
sackcloth on,
And ocean, robe myself in garb of widowhood
And gather all thy waves into a groan and ut
ter it
Long, loud, deep, piercing, dolorous, immense.
The occasion asks it, Nature dies, and angels come
to lay her in her grave.
What Robert Pollock saw in poetic
dream you and l will see in positive re-
ality-the judgment, the judgment!
No Interest In Religion.
Nowadays the grandson of the Bible