Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1905-10-09

Of artillery. Here the Rock of Ages"
of richest blood red tinge, glitters
and sparktes in the evening twilight.
From yonder cliff a fortress seems to
loom, on whose watchtower keen eyel
eagles have perched their eyries. from
which ever and anon one rises and.
flying in graceful circles, with sweep
Of eye reeonnoiters the land. Yonder
soar up Moran and Bierstadt points.
from whose heights those artists paint
ed their famous pictures, varied n
every hue and capped with coronets Of
green foliage. There the river. with
serpentine and graceful windings.
slowly crawls along to empty her wa
tiers into the sea. Then suddenly like
a mad horse, she rears herself and
takes the bit into her teeth. With
foaming flank and wild roar she dashes
and makes one awful leap over the
dizzy heights of Yellowstone falls.
There, breaking into millions of pearls.
she hides herself behind a curtain of
white at the foot Of which glistens a
rainbow, a fitting passementerie for
the robe of an angel And so perfect
there is the symmetry of the horizon
that you cannot tell whether the wa
tiers were lost behind curtains of earth
ly mist or curtains of heavenly cloud.
A Stupendous Scene.
A scene stupendous, canopied by
arch of heaven and lit by light of sun.
No one spoke. 1t seemed as though the
angel who had once stood at the gate
of paradise had again unsheathed the
sword Of fire and cut deep cash into
old Mother Earth deep enough to take
out her very heart. Then as we stood
there my father with his deep voice
said, What magnificent place in
which the nations Of the world could
be gathered and assembled before the
judgment seat Of Christi" YEA. yea"
we all answered. And what a mag
niicent place." 1 said, for men and
women to come and learn about the
mercies of the gospel of Jesus Christ!
If a sinner would not feel the presence
of a loving God here he would not feel
it anywhere" Aye" said father,
that Is true" AS we listened to the
voice Of God calling out of the silence of
Yellowstone park, SO you may hear the
divine voice whenever you go forth to
the country hills. You may hear his
voice by the moaning sea, in the voices
Of the woods and in the calm, quiet,
Overpowering simplicity of the blue
sky.
One of the "silent places" in which
we can hear the voice Of God speaking
to US is in the hushed home after the
undertaken has come and robbed US Of
the father or mother or wife or hus-
band or prattling child. How still it is.
The friends who attended the funeral
are all gone. Still, still-everything is
still. There was a time when we used
to talk about our nerves. We would
say, 1.-The doctrs tell me 1 must be
quiet" But God knows it is quiet
enough now. Why, the old home is so
still that there is not the echo of even
one pair Of romping feet. 1t is so still
that you can hear your heart thump
and pound in anguish under your flesh.
o God, how still it is! Still, still, ap-
pallingly still.
But, my friends, though the bereft
hoIhe is so still, if you listen carefully
in its silence 1 think you can hear the
voice of God speaking No, you do not
believe me? Well, then, let me tell you
a beautiful story Some years ago a
lawyer friend of mine of the name Of
Jackson was talking about a gentle
man whom 1 knew by reputation. Mr.
Jackson for some months had been
wondering why this gentleman's nature
had changed. From being a worldly
man he was suddenly transformed and
became a Christian and an active
church member. One day in CONVERSE
ton Mr.. Jackson asked him the rea-
SON Then he told him this incident.
About year ago." said he, II was
visiting in Asheville While I was
there lady friend Of mine one Sun
day afternoon was trying to teach
some ragged boys the Sunday school
lesson She was trying to tell what
Chr1sts cross meant. You know I was
not Christian a year ago, but tried
TO help her out. l saw one little fell
low there, very poor. He was a bright
boy. drew for him the cross.
showed him how they put Christ on the
cross. l dug hole and lifted up the
cross and pushed it in After that
became SO interested in the boy I went
and visited him and sent him some
clothes, for all that he had was a meal
bag for coat
Ready to Meet Him.
"a few months ago business called
me to Asheville. While there went to
hunt up my little friend. The mother
met me at the door and told me he
was dead. Then she told me that all
through his last sickness he kept saw
ing: Mother. if 1 die, 1 want Won To
write to that rich gentleman in tha
north and tell him l am dead. And foil
him, mother, that when 1 gosto heaven
the first person 1 shall tell Jesus about
will be the good man from the north
who sent me clothes and told me about
how Christ djad for mo And .1,oII