The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1902-03-28

wants. and she Is sloven. Though she
was very careful about her appearance IN
your presence once, now she Is careless,
because. she saws. her fortune is made
Your trial Is hard school lesson you can
not learn. and you have bitten Your finger
nails until they are sight 10 behold.
EVERYBODY has some veNatlon or annoy
ance or trial and he or she thinks II Is the
one least adapted Anything but this,
al say: anything but this. My hearer,
are YOU not ashamed to he complaining all
this time against God Who manages the
affairs of tins world. anyhow Is 1t an IN
finite Modoc or a Sitting Bull savage or an
omnipotent Mana Sahibf No. II Is the
most merciful and glorious and WISE being
IN all the universe.
You cannot teach omnipotenee anything.
You have iretted and worried almost
enough Do YOU not think sos Some oi
YOU are making yourselves ridiculous IN
the sight OF the angels. Here Is naval ar
chitect, and he draws out the plan ot a
ship of many thousand tons. Many work
men are engaged for long while, The
ship is done, and some day, with the flags
up and the air gorgeous with bunting that
vessel is launched for southampton. AT
that time lad SIX years OF age comes rum
ming down the dock with toy boat which
he has made with his own Jack.knlie, and
he SAYS, Here. my boat Is better than
yours just look at this llbboom and these
weather crossJack braces And he drops
his little boat beside the great ship, and
there is roar OF laughter on the decks!
All, my friends. that great ship Is your life
as God planned lt-Vast, million tonued,
ocean destined. eternity bound! That lit
tie boat Is your life as YOU were trying 10
hew il out and fashion II and launch II.
Do not try TO be a rival of the great Jeho'
vah
God is always right and IN nine cases
out of ten YOU are wrong. lie sends Just
the hardships. Just the bankruptcies, Just
the cross that IL is best for YOU TO have,
He knows what kind OF grain YOU are, and
He sends the right kind ct thrash,ng ma
chine IL will be rod or staff or iron wheel
Just according as you are htchos or cum.
min or corn.
No tears oi sickness. tor there are no
pneumonias IN the air and no malarlal eX-
halatioas from the rolling river of life and
no crutch for the lame limb and no sphpt
for the broken arm, but the pulses throb.
hing with the health OF the eternal God IN
a climate like our June before the blossoms
fall or our gorgeous October before the
leaves scatter
In tuat land the souls will talk over the
different modes of thrashng. Oh, the
story of the staff that struck the ftches
and the rod that beat the cummin and the
iron Nntei tnht went over lne corn IAN
lei will describe the lions and Jonah levla.
THAN and Paul the elmwood whips with
which he was scourged, and Eve viii tell
how aromatic Eden was the day she left
It. and John Rogers will tell OF the smart
of the fame and Elijah of the fiery team
that wheeled him up the sky sleeps and
Christ OF the numbness and the paroxysms
and hemorrhages of the awful cruclhxion
There they are before the throne of God
oil all ttb
struck of the rod. on the highest elevation
and amid the highest attitudes OF heaven
all those who were under the wheel. lie
will not ever be thrashing II.
Is there not enough salve in this text to
make plaster large enough TO heal all
your wounds When a child Is hurt. the
mother is very apt TO say 10 II, "Now. II
viii soon feel better" And that Is what
God says when He embosoms all our trou-
bic IN the hush of this great promise
Weeping may endure for night. but
JOY cometh IN the morning" You may
leave your pocket handkerchief sopping
wet with tears on your death pillow. but
YOU will 90 up absolutely sorrowless They
viii wear black, you will wear white. cy-
presses for them, palms for you. You will
say: rs It possible that ] am hereg Is this
heaven Am | so pure now / will never
do anything wrong? Am / so well that /
VIII never be sick again Are these com
panionships so firm that they will never
again be broken? j. that Mary Is that
john j. that my loved one put away
INTO darkness; Can 1t be that these are
the faces of those who lay so wan and
emaciated in the back room that awful
night dying! Oh how radiant they are.
Look at them How radiant they arel
Why, how unlike this place is from what
] thought when ] left the world below.
Ministers drew pictures Of this land but
how tame compared with the reality! They
told mo on earth that death was sunset
No, no! IT Is sunrise Glorious sunrise,
] see the light now purpllng the hills. and
the clouds fame with the coming day"
Then the gates of heaven will be opened,
and the eDtranced soul, with the acuteness
and power of the celestial vision, will look
thousands OF miles down upon the ban.
nered procession, river OF shlmmering
splendor, and will cry out who are
they" And the angel OF God. standing
close by, will say. do YOU not know who
they a.eE' NO" rays the cntranced soul,
Il cannot guess who they are" The angel
will say, Il will tell you, then, who they
are. These are they who came out OF great
tribulatIOn. or thrashing, and their robes
washed and made white IN the blood of the
l,mb."
Would that could administer some Of
these drops Of celestial anodyne 90 these
nervous and excited souls II you would
take enough Of II. II would cure all your
pangs. The thought that you are going 10
get through with this after awhile, all this
sorrow and all this trouble.
We shall have a great many grand dnys
IN heaven. but will tell you which will he
the grandest day Of all the million ages ~
heaven. You say "Are you sure YOU can
tell me-" Yes. ] can. IL will be the day
we get there. Some say heaven ~ growing
more glorious. ] suppose u ~. but do
not care much about that. Heaven now -
good enough for me.
History has no more gratulatory scene
than the breaking IN of the English army
upon Lucknow India A few weeks before
massacre had occurred at Cawnpur. and
20O women and children bad been put IN a
room. Then five professional butchers went
N and slew them. Then the bodies Of the
slain were taken out and thrown into
vel. As the English army came into
Cawnpur they went into the room, and
oh, what a borrid scene
Sword strokes on the wall near the floor,
showing that the poor things had crouched
when they died and they saw also that the
floor was ankle deep IN blood The soldiers
walked on their heels across II, lest their
shoes be submerged OF the carnage And
on that floor OF blood there we're flowing
locks Of hair and fragments Of dresses
Out IN Lucknow they hal heard OF the
massacre. and the women were waiting for
the SAME awful death, waiting amid anguish
untold, waiting IN pain and starvation, but
waiting heroIcally, when. one day, Have
lock and Outram and Norman and SIR
David Baird and Peel. the heroes of the
English army-huzza for them'-brote IN
on that horrid scene and while yet the
guns were sounding. and While cheers were
issuing from the starving. dying people on