Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1901-08-05

ness, disappointment, perpleXity. If l
could ask all those in any audience
who have felt no sorrow and been buff
feted by no disappointment-if l could
ask all such to rise, how many would
rise? Not enc.
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 it
in a wagon and started down the street
toward the cemetery at full trot. The
little child, the only child, ran after it
through the streets, bareheaded, cry
ing: Bring me back my mother!
Bring me back my motherT' And it
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 the whole vii
lage was in tears. And that is what a
great many Of you are doing-chasing
the dead. Dear Lord, is there no APP
peasement 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
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 touches of
your sick and across the graves Of your
dead I fling this shower of sweet spices.
Queen Balkis, driving up to the pillared
portico of the house Of cedar, carried
no such pungency of perfume as eX-
hales today from the Lords garden. 1t
is peace. 1t is sweetness. 1t is COM
fort. 1t is infinite satisfaction, this
gospel I 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,
II mean to watch this old scholar and
Christian" And he saw the old Chris
tan 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 II he arose and
shut his Bible and said: BLESSED Lord,
we are on the same old terms yet. Good
night. Good night" oh, you sin
parched and you trouble pounded, here
is comfort, here is satisfaction. Will
you come and get it? I cannot tell you
what the Lord offers you hereafter so
well as 1 can tell you what he offers
now. 'It doth not yet appear what we
shall be-
Home of the Blessed.
Have you read of the Tai Mahal in
India, in some respects the most ma
jestic building on earth? Twenty thou
sand men were 20 years in building it,
1t cost about $16.00O,000. The walls
are of marble, inlaid with carnelan
from Bagdad and turquoise from Tibet
and Jasper from the Punjab and anne
thyst from Persia and all manner of
precious stones. y traveller said that
it seemed to him like the shining of the
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 ard 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 it garden
Of tamarinG and banyan and palm and
all the floral glories of the ransacked !
earth. But that is only tomb of |
lead empress, and it is tame compared |
with the grandeurs which God has |
ouiIded for your living and immortal |
spirit.
Oh, home of the Decentralization |
IF gold, arches of victory, capstones of |
praise and n dome in which there are |
1choing and re-echoing the halleluiahs |
IF the ages, And around about that |
mansion is a garden-the garden of |
God-and all the springing fountains
Ire the bottled tears of the church in
he wilderness, and all the crimson of
he flowers is the deep hue that was |
caught up from the carnage of earthly |
nartyrdoms. and the fragrance is the
prayer of all the saints, and the aroma
puts into utter forgetfulness the cas-
;ia and the spikenard and the franklin
,ense and the world renowned spices
which Queen Balkis of Abyssinia flung
1t the feet of King Solomon.
When shall these eyes thy heaven built walls
And pearly gates behold
Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?
Through obduracy on our part and
through the rejection of that Christ
who makes heaven possible | wonder
f any Of US will miss that spectacle?
Che queen of the. south will rise up in
against this generation and
condemn it because she came from the
1ttnrrnnnSt M ITS of the ca rth to hear the