The Washington weekly post., 1900-12-04

face and acidulated your disposition. and
torn your nerves. You are ten years
older than you ought TO be. Do Two
things. one for the betterment Of your
spiritual condition and the other for tie
safety OF your worldly interests First.
get your heart right with God by being
pardoned through the atonement of Jesus
Christ. That viii give security for your
souls welfare. Then get your life In
sured in some well-established life Ia
surance company. That will take from
you all anxiety about the welfare Of your
household In case Of your sudden demise.
The sanitary influence Of such Insurance
Is not sufficiently understood. Many a
breadwinner long since deceased would
now have been alive and well but for the
reason that when he was prostratei he
saw that In case Of his decease his family
would go TO the poorhouse. or have an
awful struggle for daily bread. But for
that anxiety he would have got well; tha.
anxiety defied all that the best physicians
could do. Supp0sing these two duties
ATTENDED 10. the one for the safety of
your soul in this world and the next, end
the other for the safety of your family
II you pass out Of this life. make a new
start IL possible have your family sit
ung-room where you can let in the sun
lsht. Have musical instrument II You
can anord IT, harp or piano or bass viOl
or parior organ Learn how 10 play on ii
yourself or have your children learn how
10 play on H. Let bright colors dominate
IN your room. IL there are pictures or
the wall let them not be sugges live CT
Dattle-helds which are always cruel, CT
deathbeds which are always sad. UI
partings which are always heart-break-
ing. There are enough present woes IN
the world without the perpetual commen-
Grafton or past miseries. IL you sing In
your home or your church do not always
choose tunes in long meter Far better
to have your patience augmented by the
consideration that the misfortunes of this
life must soon terminate. Hardly anyone
hVes TO hundred years, but few live 10
eighty, while the majority quit this life
before fifty. You ought 10 be able iod
helping you. to stand Ii as long as that,
Tor then by the grace OF God you wis
move into an improved residence and be
compassed by all benign and excellent
surroundings. into an atmosphere every
breath Of which is balmy. and {. resioE
where every sound is music ard every
emotion rapture. A land without one
tear: without one parting, without one
grief.
This last summer I stood on Sparrow
Hill, four miles from Moscow, Russia. 1t
was the place where Napoleon stood ard
looked upon the city which he was about
to capture. His army had been in long
exhaustions. and when they came to Spar
row 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. 4 river
semi-circles 1t with brilliance. Ii is a
spectacle that you place in your memory
as one Of, three or four most beautiful
scenes in all the earth. Napoleon's army
marched on IL in four divisions. four over
whelming torrents of valor and pomp
Down SnarFnw Hill ard thrnnJh IA
beautiful valley, and across the bridges
and into the palaces. which surrendered
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 $500
men perished. How soon did triumphal
march turn into horrible demolition.
The Reward Of the Christian.
"To-day we come on a high hill, a glO-
rious hill of Christian anticipation. These
hosts of God have had long march, and
fearful battles. and defeats have again
and again mingled with the victories. hut
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
Look at the towers, and hear tham 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 twelve 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 GER
tain. 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 fall
ing snow. But enter we must, and enter
We Will through the grace offered US as
the chief of sinners, Higher hills than
any | have spoken OF will guard that city.
More radiant waters than i saw in the
Russian valley will pour through that
great metropolis. No raging conf1agration
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 parting, but no tears at the part
ing There will be an eternal farewell,
but no sadness in the utterance. Then
and there We Will part with one or 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, beau
tiful Patience, long-suffering Patience,
will at that gate say 'GoOd-by, | helped
you in the battle of life, but now that you
have gained the triumph you need me no
more. | bound up your wounds, but now
they are all healed. | sOothed your be-
reavements, but you pass now into the re-
unions of heaven. / can do no more for
you. and there is nothing for me TO do in
a city where there are no burdens 10
carry. Good-by / go back into the world
from which you came up, 10 resume my
tour among hospitals'and sckroOms, and
bereft households and almshOuses The
cry of the worlds sorrow reaches my
ears, and l must descend Up and down
that poor suffering world | will go 10
assuage and comfort and sustain, until
the world itself expires. and on all its
mountains, and in all Its valleys. and on
all its plains there is not one, soul left
that has need of Patience