Connecticut western news., 1901-08-15

gloritied." If you treated anybody as badly as you have treated God, you would have made 800 apologies-yea, your whole life would have been an apology. Three times a day you have been seated at Gods table. Spring, summer. autumn and winter he has appropriately appareled you. Your health from him, your companion from him, your children from him, your home from him, all the bright suE. roundings of your life from him. Oh, man, what dost thou with that hard heart? Canst thou not feel one throb of gratitude toward the God that made you and the Christ who came to re deem you and the Holy Ghost who has all these years been importuning you? If you could sit down five minutes un- der the tree of Saviour's martyrdom ard feel his lfeblood trickling on your forehead and cheek and hands, me thinks you would get some apprecia- ton of what you owe to a crucitied Jesus.
 Heart of stone, relent, relent,
 Touched by Jesus cross, subdued;
 See his body, mangled, rent,
 Covered with gore of blood.
 Sinful soul, what hast thou doneP
 Crucifed the Eternal Sonp
 Jacob with a good deal of tug and push took the stone from the wells mouth so that the tiocks might be wa tered, and l would that this day my word, blessed of God, might remove 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 undefined 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 tried pictures and sculptures. but works of art did not satisfy you. You are as much discon- tented with this life as the celebrated French author who felt that he could not any longer endure the misfortunes of the world and who said: At f 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 i, when he folded up his manuscript and by his own hand concluded his earthly life.
 God Unappreciated.
 There are men who are perfectly dis contented. Unhappy in the past, un- happy today, to be unhappy forever un- less you come to this gospel we'll. This satisfies the soul with a high, deep, all absorbing and eternal satisfaction. It comes, and it offers the most unfortu- nate man so much of this world as is best for him and throws all heaven in- to the bargain. The wealth of Crpsus and of all the Rothschilds is only a 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 scales, while on the other side the scales were placed gold and silver and gems. Indeed enough were placed there to balance 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 says, All are yours-all height, all depth, all length, all breadth, all eter- nifty; all are yours" We do not appre- ciate the promises of the gospel
 When an aged clergyman was dying, man very eminent in the church, T 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, "I can't talk to you on this subject. You know all about 1t and have known it so long," "Well,' said the dying man, just re- cite to me some promises" The young man thought moment, and he came to this promise, "The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth from all sin," and the old man clapped his hands and in his dying moment said: That's just the promise have been waiting for, The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth from all sim" Oh, the warmth, the gram deur, the magnificence of the promises.
 Fountain of Joy.
 Come also to this gospel well, all ye troubled. I do not suppose you have es- capped. Compare your view of this life at 15 years of age with what your view is of 1t at 40 or 60 or 70. What great contrast of opinion! Were you right then or are you right now3 Two cups placed in your hands, the one a sweet cup, the other sour cup. A cup of joy and a cup of grief. Which has been the nearest to being full, and out of which have you the more frequently partaken? What different place the cemetery is from what 1t used to be! Once 1t was to you a grand city im- provement, and you went out on the pleasure excursion, and you ran laugh lngly up the mound, and you criticised In light way the epitaph. But since the day when you heard the bell toll at the gate when you went in with the procession it Is sad place, and there Is flood of rushing memories that suffuse the eye and overmaster the heart. Oh, you have had trouble, trou- ble, trouble. God only knows how much you have had. It Is a wonder you have been able to live through it. It is wonder your nervous system has not been shattered and your brain has not reeled. Trouble, trouble.
 If l 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? "No,' you say as Christian man, Il was becoming arrogant, and l think that is why the Lord took it away. l don't want to have my prop erty back" Well, would you have your departed friends back again? ? No" you say, 'I couldn't take the re- sponsibility of bringing them from a fearless realm to a realm of tears. couldn't do it. We'll, then, what do you want? A thousand voices in the audience cry out: Comfort! Give us