Christian herald and signs of our times . loseour good name, perhaps by reformation of mor-als we may achieve again reputation for integ-rity; but who willbring back thedear dep arted ?Alas! me forthese empty cra-dles 1 and thesetrunks of child-ish toys that willnever be usedagain. Alas ! mefor the emptychair and the sil-ence in the hallsthat will neverecho again tothose familiarfootsteps. Alas!for the cry of wid-owhood and or-phanage. Whatbitter Marahsin the wilderness,what cities of thedead, what long black shadow from the wing ofdeath, what eyes sunken with grief, what handstremulous with b
Christian herald and signs of our times . loseour good name, perhaps by reformation of mor-als we may achieve again reputation for integ-rity; but who willbring back thedear dep arted ?Alas! me forthese empty cra-dles 1 and thesetrunks of child-ish toys that willnever be usedagain. Alas ! mefor the emptychair and the sil-ence in the hallsthat will neverecho again tothose familiarfootsteps. Alas!for the cry of wid-owhood and or-phanage. Whatbitter Marahsin the wilderness,what cities of thedead, what long black shadow from the wing ofdeath, what eyes sunken with grief, what handstremulous with bereavement, what instrumentsof music shut now because there are no fingersto play on them ! Is there no relief for suchsouls ? Ay, let the soul ride into the harbor ofmy text. The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,I will not, I will not desert to its foes ;That soul, though all hell shall endeavor to shake,Ill never, no never, no never forsake. Now, the grave is brighter than the ancienttomb where the lights were perpetually kept. A MOTHERS TREASURES. burning. The scarred feet of him who was theresurrection and the life are on the brokengrave hillock, while the voices of angels ringdown the sky at the coronation of another soulcome home to glory. Then there are many who carry the burdenof sin. Ah, we all carry it until in the appoint-ed way that burden is lifted. We need no Bibleto prove that the whole race is ruined. Whata spectacle it would be if we could tear off themask of human defilement, or beat a drum thatwould bring up the whole army of the worldstransgressions—the deception,the fraud andthe rapine and the murder and the crime of allthe centuries ! Ay, if I could sound the trum-pet of resurrection in the soul of the best menin this audience, and all the dead sins of thepast should come up, we could not endure thesight. Sin, grim and dire, has put its clutchupon the immortal soul, and that clutch willnever relax unless it be under the heel of himwho came to de
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