Connecticut western news., 1900-04-05


 I next speak of Christ as the old charm for the aged ear The school girl asks for q schottish or glee but her grandmother asks for "Balerma" or the Portuguese Hymn" Fifty years of trouble have tanned the spirit. and the keys of the music board must have solemn tread. Though the voice may be tremulous, so that grand father will not trust it in church, still he has the psalm book open before him, and he sings with his soul. He huns his grandchild asleep with the same tune he sang 40 years ago in the old country meeting house.
 I was one Thanksgiving day in my pulpit in Syracuse, and Rev. Daniel Waldo at 9S years of age stood be- side me. The choir sang a tune. 1 said: Il am sorry they sang that new tune. Nobody seems to know it." Bless you, my son. said the old man, Il heard that 70 years ago!'
 There was a song today that touch ed the life of the aged with holy fire and kindled a glory on their vision that your younger eyesight cannot see. It was the song of salvation-Jesus, who fed them all their lives long; Je- sus, who wiped away their tears; Jesus, who stood by them when all else fail ed; Jesus, in whose name their mar riage was consecrated and whose res urrection has poured light upon the graves of their departed. Do you know me?' said the wife to her aged husband who was dying, his mind al ready having gone out. He said, No" And the son said, Father, do you klfow meT He said, No" The daughter said. Father, do you know meT' He said. No The minister of the gospel. standing by, said, Do you know JesusT' "Oh, yes" he said; Il know him. chief among 10000, the one altogether lovely!" Blessed the Bible in which spectacled old age reads the promise. T will never leave you, never forsake your Blessed the staff on which the wornout pilgrim totters on toward the welcome of his Redeem CT. Blessed the hymn book in which the faltering tongue and the failing yeS uuu JeSuS, lHt Oili Dluu SOuS . When my mother had been put away for the resurrection, we, the children, came to the old homestead, and each one wanted to take away a memento of her who had loved us so long and loved us so well. I think 1 took away the best of all the mementos. It was the old fashioned, round glass spec ton t1,rn,Yorf, -hinh cl, r1Sn1 tn her Bible, and I put them on, but they were too old for me. and I could not see across the room. But through them I could see back to childhood and for ward to the hills of heaven, where the ankles that were stiff with age have become Timber again, and the spirit, with restored eyesight, stands in rapt exultation, crying, "This is heaven"
 Sing the Praises.
 I speak to you again of Jesus as the night song. Job speaks of him who giveth songs in the night. John Welch, the old Scotch minister, used to put a plaid across his bed on cold nights, and some one asked him why he put that there. He said: "Oh, sometimes III ihC "dhl to oAhS NhC P1aioS of Jesus and to get down and pray; then I just take that plaid and wrap it around me to keep myself from the cold" Songs in the night! Night of trouble has come down upon many of you. Commercial losses put out one star, slanderous abuse puts out another star, domestic bereavement has put out a thousand lights, and gloom has been added to gloom and chill to chil and sting to sting, and one midnight has seemed to borrow the fold from another midnight to wrap itself in more unbearable darkness, but Christ has spoken peace to your heart, and you sing.
 Jesus, lover of my soul,
 Let me to thy bosom fly,
 While the pillows roll,
 While the tempest still is high.
 Hide me, o my Saviour! Hide
 Till the storm of life is past,
 Safe into the haven guide;
 Oh receive my soul at last.
 Songs in the night! Songs in the night For the sick, who have no ont to turn the hot pillow, no one to pu the taper on the stand, no one to pu | ice on the temples or pour out th' | soothing anodyne or utter one cheer | full word-yet songs in the night. Fo | the poor, who freeze in the winter | cold and swelter in the summers hea | and munch the hard crusts that bleed | the sore gums and shiver under blan kets that cannot any longer be patched | and tremble because rent day is com | and they may be set out on the side walk and looking into the starved fac or the child and seeing famine ther 1 the bakery and saying in the presenc of the little famished ones, "Oh, m, God, four has gone upr' Yet songs il the night! Songs in the night! Fo | the widow who goes to get the bacl pay of her husband, slain by tn ''sharpshooters," and knows 1t is tn last help she will have, moving out O a comfortable home in desolatiou death turning back from the exhaust ing cough and the pale cheek and tn lusterless eye and refusing all relief Yet songs in the night! Songs in tn night! For the soldier in the field hos pital, no surgeon to bind up the gun shot fracture, no water for the hot lips no kind hand to brush away the fife from the fresh wound, no one to talk the loving farewell, the grooming o others poured into his own groan, tn blasphemy of others blowing up hi own spirit, the condensed bitterness 0 dying away from home among stran gers. Yet songs in the night! Song in the night. "Ah." said one dyin soldier, tell my mother that last nigh there was not one cloud between m soul and Jesusw Songs in the night Songs in the night!
 | Break the Silence.
 This Sabbath day came. From tn altars of 10000 churches has smoke up the savor of sacrifice. Ministers o the gospel preached in plain Englisf ill broad Scotch, in flowing Italian, i