The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-08-11

~ 4OOM ELI AD GAe1 = - b,o00 souls into the kingdom of Christ. An. argument they can laugh at, ser mon they may talk down, but a o,oVo voiced utterance of praise to God IS irresistible. Would that Queen Baikis would drive all her spice laden drome- daries into our church music! Neither was there any such spice as the queer of She1a gave KIny Sol>n'on. Now, want to impress you with tes fact that religion is sweetness ana per fume and spikenard and sanron ana cinnamon and cassia and franklnense and ali swet spices together Oh' you say. T have not looked at It as sucn. thought 1t was nuisanse. It nad for me, repulsion. l held my prealh as though it were a malodor. l have been appalled, at its advance. I have
 said if Ihave any religion at all l
 want to have just as little of it as is possible to get through with" Oh. what a mistake you have made, my
 brother! The religion of Christ is present and everlasting redolence. It counteracts all trouble. Just put it on
 the stand beside the pillow of sickness. It catches in the curtains and perfumes
 the stif1ing air. It sweetens the cup of bitter medicine and throws glow on the glom of the turned lattice. It Is a blam for the aching side and soft bandage for the temple stung with pain. It lifted Samuel Rutherford into revelry of spiritual delight while he
 was in physica lagonies. It helped Richard Baxter until, in the midst Of such a complication of diseases as per.
 haps no other man ever suffered. he worte; The Saints Everlasting Rest.
 and 1t poured light upon John Bun yan's dungeon-the light Of the shin. ing gate of the shining city. And 1t Is good for rheumatism and for neuralgia and for low spirits and for consump- ton. It is the catholicon for all dis orders. Yes, it will heal all your sor- rows.
 The Remedy for Sorrow.
 Why did you look so sad this morn ing when you came in? Alas. for the loneliness and the heartbreak and the load that is never lifted from your soul! Some of you go about feeling like
 Macaulay when he worte, If l had another month of such days as I have been spending, I would be impatient to get down into my little. narrow crib in the ground, like weary factory child. '" And there have been times in your life when wished you could get out of this life. You have said, "Oh, how sweet to my lips would be the dust Of the valleyi" and wished you could pull over you in your last slumber the coverlet of green grass and daisies. You have said: "Oh, how beautifully quiet it must be in the tomb! wish l was there"
 I see all around about me widowhood and orphanage and childlessness: sad ness, disappointment. perplexity. If could ask all those in any audience who have felt no sorrow and been buneted
 by no disappointment-if I could ask all such to rise. how many would rise?
 Not one.
 widowed mother. with her uittle child, went west. hoping to get better
 wages there, and she was taken sick and died. The overseer o fthe poor got her body and put 1t in a box and put
 in a wagon and started down the street
 toward the cemetery at full trot. The
 little child--the only child-ran after 1t through the strets bareheaded, crying: Bring me back my mother! Bring me
 back my mother!" And 1t was said that as the people looked on and saw her crying after that which lay in the box in the wagon, all she loved on earth--it is said that whole village wal in tears. And that Is what a great many of you are doing-chasing the
 dead. Dear Lord, is there no appease-
 ment for all this sorrow that l see about me? Yes; the thought of resur-
 rection and reunion far beyond this scene of struggle and tears. They shall hunger no more neither thirst any
 more. neither shall the sunlight 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 touches of your sick and across the graves of your dead I ding this shower of sweet spices. Queen Balkis, driving up to the pillared rortico of the house of cedar, carried no such pungency of perfume as ex-
 hales today from the Lords garden. It Is peace. It is sweetness. It is com fort. It is infinite satisfaction, this gospel l 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 sicknesses and ailments. A man secreted himself in the house. He said
 "I mean to watch this old scholar and Christian" And he saw the old Chris ton man go to his room and sit down on the chair beside the stand and open the Bible and begin to read. He read
 on and on( chapter after chapter. hour after hour, until his face was all aglow
 with the tidings from heaven, and
 when the clock struck F he arose and shut his Bible and said: Blessed Lord. we are on the same old terms yet. Good night. God night" Oh. you sin parched and you trouble
 pounded. here is comfort. here is satis- faction! Will you come and get it? cannot tell you what the Lord offers you hereafter So well as can tell you
 what he offers now. "It doth not yet appear what we shall be-"
 The Most Magnificent Temple.
 Have you read of the Tai Mahal, in India, in some respects the most majestic building on earth? Twenty thousand men were twenty years in building it. It cost about $16,000 900.
 The walls are of marble inlaid with
 carnelian from Bagdad and turquoise from Tibet and jasper from the Punjab b
 and amethyst from Persia and al Imam ner of precious stones. A traveller said that 1t seemd to him like the shin ing of the enchanted castle of burn
 ished silxver The walls are 245 feet high. and from the top of these springs
 a dome thirty more feet high. that ! dome containing the most wonderful echo the world has ever known. so that ever and anon travellers standing below with flutes and drums and harps are testing that echo. and the sounds from
 belOW atrike m and then come down