Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1901-08-15
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mouth so that the fiocks might be
watered. And / would that this day
my word, blessed of God, might re-
move the hindrances to your getting
up to the gospel well. Yea, take it
for granted that the work is done, and
now. like oriental shepherds, l proceed
to water the sheep. Come. all ye
thirsty! You have an underlined long
ing in your soul. You tried money
making; that did not satisfy you. You
tried office under government; that
did not satisfy you. You are as much
discontinued with this life as the cele-
brated French author who felt that he
could not any longer endure the mis-
fortunes Of the world and who said:
AT o'clock this afternoon I shall
put an end to my own existence.
Meanwhile / must toll on up to that
time for the sustenance Of my family"
And he wrote on his book until the
clock struck 4, when he folded up his
manuscript and, by his own hand, con-
cluded his earthly life.
Christ's Eternal Fountains.
There are men who are perfectly
discontinued. Unhappy in the past,
unhappy today, to be unhappy forever
unless you come to this gospel we'll.
This satisfies the soul with a high,
deep, all absorbing and eternal salts
faction. 1t comes, and it offers the
most unfortunate man so much of this
world as is best for him and throws
all heaven into the bargain. The
wealth of Croesus and of all the Roths-
childs is only poor, miserable shilling
compared with the eternal fortunes
that Christ offers you today. In the
far east there was a king who used
once year to get on the scales, while
on the other side the scales were
placed gold and silver and gems-in-
deed, enough were placed there to bal
ance the king. Then, at the close of
the weighing. all those treasures were
thrown among the populace. But
Christ today steps on one side the
scales, and on the other side are all
the treasures of the universe, and he
SNSSf AL uiO youiSp utlSHl, all
depth, all length, all breadth, all
eternity-all are yours" We do not
appreciate the promises of the gospel
When an aged clergyman was dying
"a man very eminent in the church
Ia young theological student stood by
his side, and the aged man looked up
and said to him, Cant you give me
some comfort in my dying hour?'
NO" said the young man: 81 can't
talk to you on this subject. You know
all about 1t and Lave known it so
long" WELL" said the dying man,
lust recite to me some promises. !"
the young man thought moment,
and he came to this promise: THE
blood Of Jesus Christ cleanseth from
all SIM" and the old man clapped his
hands and in his dying moment said,
That's just the promise l have been
waiting for-'The blood of Jesus
Christ cleanseth from all SIM" Oh,
the warmth. the grandeur, the mag
nificence Of the promise!
The Cry for Comfort.
II could gather all the griefs of all
sorts from these crowded streets and
could put them in one scroll, neither
man nor angel could endure the recita-
ton. Well, what do you want? Would
you like to have your property back
again? mo-" you say as a Christian
man; II was becoming arrogant and I
think that is why the Lord took 1t
away. l don't want to have my prop
erty back" Well, would you have
your departed friends back again ?
NO" you say; Il couldn't take the
responsibility of bringing them from a
fearless realm to a realm of tears. /
couldn't do it." Well. then, what do
you want? A thousand voices In the
audience cry out: Comfort. Give us
comfort" For that reason have
rolled away the stone from the wells
mouth. Come. all We wounded of the
flock. pursued of the wolves, come to
the fountain where the Lords sick and
bereft ones have come. "Ah," says
some one, you are not old enough to
understand my sorrows. You have not
been in the world as long as I have,
and you can't talk to me about my
misfortunes In the time of old age"
Well, l may not have lived as long as
you, but l have been a great deal
among old people, and know how they
feel about their failing health and
about their departed friends and about
the loneliness that sometimes strikes
through their souls.
After two persons have lived togeth-
er for 40 or so years and one is taken
away, what desolationi l shall not
forget the cry Of DIR. De Witt of New
York when he stood by the open grave
of his beloved wife and after the obse-
quies had ended he looked down into
the open place and said: Farewell,
my honored. faithful and beloved wife.
The bond that bound us is severed.
Thou art in glory. and I am here on
earth. We shall meet again. Fare
well, FAREWELL"
To lean on prop for so years and
then have it break under you'll! There
were only two years difference be-
tween the death OF my father and
mother. After my mothers decease
my father used to go around as though
looking for something. He would often
get up from one room without any
seeming reason and 60 to another
room, and then he would take his cane
and start out. and some one would say
Father. where are you going?" and he
would answer. Il don't know exactly
where am going" Always looking for
something! Though he was tender
hearted man | never saw him cry but
once, and that was at the burial of my
mother. After SO years living together
it was hard to part. And there are