Milford chronicle. [volume] (Milford, Del.) 1878-1974, 1901-08-09

It is a balm for the aching side and a
soft bandage for the temple stung with
pain. 1t lifted Samuel Rutherford into a
revelry Of spiritual delight while he was
in physical agonies. 1t helped Richard
Baxter until, in the midst of such a COM
plication Of diseases as perhaps no other
man ever suffered, he wrote "The Saints
Everlasting Rest" and it poured light
upon John Bunyan's dungeon-the light
Of the shining gate of the shining city.
And it is good for rheumatism and for
neuralgia and for low spirits and for con-
sumption. 1t is the catholicon for all
disorders. Yes, it will heal all your sor-
rows.
The Remedy For Sorrow.
Why did you look so sad this morning
when you came in? Alas, for the Ioneli-
ness and the heartbreak and the load that
is never lifted from your soul! Some Of
you go about feeling like Macaulay when
he wrote, 'If | had another month Of
such days as l have been spending. I
would be impatient to get down into my
little, narrow crib in the ground, like a
weary factory child" And there have
been times in your life when you wished
you could get out Of this life. You have
! said, "Oh, how sweet to my lips would
be the dust Of the valleyw and wished
you could pull over you In your last
slumber the coverlet of green grass and
daisies. You have said: "Oh, how beauti-
fully quiet it must be in the tomb! 1
wish | was there"
l see all around about me widOwhoOd
and orphanage and childlessness; sad
ness, disappointment, perplexity. II l
could ask all those in any audience who
have felt no sorrow and been buffeted by
no disappOintment-if could ask all
such to rise, how many would rise? Not
one.
A widowed mother, with her little
child, went west, hoping to get better
wages there, and she was taken sick and
died. The overseer of the poor got her
| body and put it in a box and put in
wagon and started down the street to-
ward the cemetery at full trot. The lit
/ tie child-the only child-ran after it
| through the streets bareheaded. crying:
Bring me back my motherl Bring me
/ back my mother" And it was said that
/ as the people looked on and saw her cry
| ing after that which lay in the box in the
! wagon, all she loved on earth-it is said
/ the whole village was in tears. And that
is what a great many of you are doing
| chasing the dead. Dear Lord, is there
no appeasement for all this sorrow that
see about me? Yes; the thought Of res
direction and reunion far beyond this
/ scene Of struggle and tears. 'They shall
/ hunger no more. neither thirst any more,
neither shall the sun light on them nor
any heat, for the Lamb which is In the
midst OF the throne shall lead them to
living fountains Of water, and God shall
wipe away all tears from their eyes"
Across the couches of your sick and
across the graves Of your dead | fling
this shower of sweet spices. Queen Bal
ks, driving up to the pilared pOrtico of
the house of cedar, carried no such pun
| gency of perfume as eXhales today from
the Lords garden. 1t is peace. 1t is
sweetness. 1t is comfort. 1t is infinite
satisfaction, this gospel | commend to
you.
Some one could not understand why an
old German Christian scholar used to be
always so calm and happy and hopeful
when he had so many trials and sick
nesses and ailments. a man secreted
himself in the house. He said, 81 mean
to watch this old scholar aud Christian. "
And he saw the old Christian man go tC
his room and sit down on the chair be
side the stand and open the Bible and
begin to read. He read on and on, chap
ter after chapter, hour after hour, unit
his face was all aglOw with the tiding,
from heaven, and when the clock strucl
u he arose and shut his Bible and said
BLESSED Lord, we are on the same ole