Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1906-10-15


Then with inspired eyes he saw how
God led him with his young bride on
toward the west, on through the farm
lands of Ohio and Illinois and Indiana,
on to the rolling Mississippi, on and
on through the hostile Indian tribes,
on and on until he stood upon the ped
estal Of the Rocky mountains with a
new world spread under his feet. Eyes,
yes L can hear the great missionary
say, God has cared for me all through.
He has protected me- He has fed and
clothed me. l thank thee, o Father,
for what thou hast done for me and
mine during the journeying of many
months"
backward, Turn Backward
1t is always natural for the travellers
up the mQuatain heights to look back
toward the land over which they have
come. Do you not suppose Balboa
turned his eyes toward Spain as well
as toward the occident when he saw
the Pacific ocean roll at his feet? Do
you not suppose De Soto and Raleigh
and Sir Francis Drake and Captain
Cook and Marquette and La Sale and
Livingstone and Stanley and all the
modern as well as ancient navigators
and discoveries have looked toward
their home lands as well as toward the
regions to which they were heading?
Thus the most natural place toward
which Moses turned his eyes after he
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the south and the east and the north as
we'll as toward the west. He looked to-
ward the geographical scenes of his
| childhood and middle age and old age
| as we'll as toward the future and the
| promised land.
How good God has been to Moses.
How good 5he has been to us! Let us
! for a moment 90 back to the scenes of
our infancy. as Moses thoughts turned
to the river Nile and to Egypt. Did we
not then have some one to love us and
provide for us during the days of our
childhood? When Eliphalet Mott. the
! great president of Union college, be-
came a very old man. he lapsed into
| beautiful second childhood. Day by
day his faithful wife used to sing the
same lullabies with which his mother
once sang him to sleep. When the
Write haired patriarch became restless
at night, she would gently place her
hand upon his wrinkled forehead and
softly sing Isaac Watts old hymn:
Hush, my dear; lie still and slumber:
Holy angels guard thy bed;
| Heavenly blessings without number
| Gently falling on thy head.
Then the old man would close his
eyes like q little babe He continually
kept calling over the names Of his
mother and father and sisters and
brothers. And when he conducted fam
lily prayers for the last time he closed
with the simple evening prayer, "Now
lay me down to sleep; 1 pray the
Lord my soul to keep" AS he lived
over again the scenes Of childhood a
strange peace came to his soul. So with
Moses. So with us. The associations of
childhood speak to us of the infinite
love and care that were about us then
and encourage us. to hope that they
will be with Us to the end.
Then. like Moses, we turn our eyes
from Egypt toward the wilderness
What is the strange storm there in oul
| young manhood and middle life? Is II
a rainstorm? No, it locks more like g
snowstorm. And yet as we reach VI
and gather Il handful of the falling
flakes they do not melt in our hands
though they, are as white as the driver
snow. No, my friends, that is not 8
snowstorm falling in the wilderness
1t is a shower of mamma which we SEE
and feel That is the provision Coo
made for you in the years of your viii
derness wanderings, which has beer
sufficient for you and your family tt
this day. Has there been day il
your past life when that mama failed
| There have been crises in your life, a:
there were in the life Of Moses-per
haps financial crises-but, day by da.
and week by week, year by year, Coz
has fed you. Has he not, my brother
All, it is q mighty fact for you at you
time of life to be able to stand upol
Pisgah's heights and say, God ha
taken care of me all the way through
life, yea, all the way through"
A Beautiful Legend.
Sometimes we did not understand
how God was going to feed us whel
the cupboard was empty. But feed u
and ours he always did. There is
beautiful legend told about the conven
of ST. Sabina Of Rome. Many year
ago, when st. Dominic was at the hea
of this convent, the food gave out
What were the inmates to do? Come,
said the leader; ''let US go into the re
fectory and sit down at the table. l
we cannot provide food for Ourselve
God will do so for u.s." With that s
Dominic and his friars went to the re
fectory and sat down. Then the leade
lifted his hands and made prayer Xix
this: 20 Cod, we thank thee for tn
food which thou hast given us IN tn
past, and we thank thee for the foo
i which thou art going to give to u