ters the arrows of his wrath; but they are winged with the plumes
of the dove, the feathers of softness, and the Gospel. Oh! the promises!
the promises!--Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and
I will give you rest. Yes, patriarch of white hairs, of wasted cheeks,
and tottering step! the burden bears you down almost to the ground
to-day--into the ground to-morrow. Here stands the Judge to give you
rest. Yes, mother of sad eyes and broken spirit! whose long life is a
sorrowful vigil, waiting upon the coming of wicked sons, of deceitful
daughters--weary, weary, and heavy laden with tribulation, here is the
Comforter who shall give you rest. And you, young man, and you, young
maiden, sitting here to-day in the plenitude of youth, and hope, and
love, Remember your Creator in the days of your youth, for the dark day
cometh--yea, it is at hand!"

So fearfully did his voice, and look, and manner express apprehension, as
if something were about to fall upon the congregation, that there was a
sudden startled cry of terror. There were cries of "Lord! Lord! have
mercy!" Smothered shrieks and sobs filled the air; pale faces stared at
each other like spectres. People fell upon their knees, and cried out
that they felt the power of the Lord. "My soul sinks in deep waters,
Selah;" cried the preacher, "but they are the waters of grace and faith,
and I am convicted of all my sins." Then pausing a moment, while the vast
crowd swayed and shook with the tumult of emotion, with his arms
outspread, the veins on his forehead swollen, and the light flashing in
his eyes, he raised his arms and eyes to heaven, and said, with
inexpressible sweetness, in tones which seemed to trickle with balm into
the very soul, as soft spring rains ooze into the ground, "Yea, it is at
hand, but so art thou! Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly; and when youth,
and hope, and love have become dead weights and burdens in these young
hearts, teach them how to feel the peace that passeth understanding. Draw
them to thee, for they, wearily labor: they are heavily laden, gracious
Father! Oh, give them rest!"

"Come!" he exclaimed, "freely come! It is the eternal spring of living
water. It is your life, and it flows for you. Come! come! it is the good
shepherd who calls his flock to wander by the still waters and in the
green pastures. Will you abide outside? Then, woe! woe! when the night
cometh, and the shepherd folds his flock, and you are not there. Will