Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1901-08-17

voice as the voice or great
multitude, and as the voice Of
many waters. and as the voice of
mighty thunderings. Halleluiah. for
the Lord God omnipotent reigneth!"
Join with me in a crusade, giving
me not only your hearts, but the
mighty uplifting of your voices, and I
believe we can through Christ's grace
sing 5000 souls into the kingdom Of
Christ. An argument they can laugh
at, sermon they may talk down. but
a 5.000-voiced utterance of praise to
God is irresistible. Would that Queen
Balkis would drive all her spice-laden
dromedaries into our church music!
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 wrote, "n
had another month of such days as I
have been spending, 1 would be i'm
patient to get down into my little. mar
row 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 va1ley!" 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! I wish 1 was there"
1 see all around about me widow
hood and orphanage and chi1dlessness;
sadness, disappointment, perpiexity. If
1 could ask all those in any audience
who have felt no sorrow and been buff
feted by no disappointment-if 1 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 box and
putt in wagon and started down the
street toward the cemetery at full
trot. The little child-the only child
ran after it through the streets bare
headed, crying: Bring me back my
mother! Bring me back my mother!"
And it was said that as the people
looked on and saw her crying after
that which lay in the boz an the
wagon, all she loved on earth-it Is
And that is what 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 resurrection and re-
union far beyond this scene of strug-
gle and tears. ''They shall hunger no
more, neither thirst any more, neither
shall the sun light on them nor any
ha WI ia n a
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 I fling this shower of sweet
spices. Queen Ba1xis, driving up to
the pillared portico of the house of
cedar, carried no such pungency of per-
fume as exha,es to-day from the Lords
garden. 1t is peace. 1t is sweetness.
The Most Magnificent Temple.
Have you read of the Tai Maral, in
India, in some respects the most ma
jestic building on earth? Twenty
thousand men were twenty years in
building it. 1t cost about Sic, 900 900.
The walls are OF marble inlaid with
carnelian from Bagdad and turquoise
from Tibet and Jasper from the Pun
jab and amethyst from Persia and all
manner of precious stones. A traveller
said that it seemed to him like the
shining Of the enchanted castle of
FURNISHED silver. The walls are 245
feet high, and from the top of these
springs a dome 80 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 strike up, and then come
down, as it were, the voices of angels
all around about the building There
is around 1t garden of tamarind and
| bSnyan and palm and all the floral
glories of the ransacked earth But that
| is only tomb of dead empress, and
it Is tame compared with the grand
eurs which God has builded for your
living and immortal spirit
| Oh. home of the blessed, Founda-
tions of gold, Arches of victoryi Cap
stones of praise. And dome in which
there are echofng and re-echoing the
halle1uiahs of the agesl And around
| about that mansion is garden, the
| garden of God, and all the sprfnging
| fountains are the bottled tears of the
church in the wilderness and all the
crimson of the flowers is the deep hue
that was caught up from the carnage
of earthly martyrdoms and the fra
GRANGE is the prayer of all the saints