The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1873-04-05
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In % Hundred Years.

There is a sunrise, and lark's song and an
opening daisy to every night. We saw man
to-day whose life was failure. He had work.
ed and worked until the palms of his hands
We're worn to the bone; he had devised, and
planned, and contrived till his head had al
most burst with aching; he had agonized and
wrested with fate till his body was ruin and
his intellect wrecked; he had fought gamely,
but the odds were piled against him, aud cruel
circumstances had dragged him to the dust
So taere he lay, deserted by friends, bereit of
fortune; a painting, gasping, faintirg man.
Tl tzhcers of the law stood over hin, with the
tefssS-e instrument OF their Office; lis wife.
weak anJ sorrowfal, and bis hungry-eyed chill
dren were hudded around him, their eager
pangs half dulled with wonder. The officer in
the name OF justice, and by the majesty of the
law, lays his hand upon the door lock and de-
clares that the scanty furniture is seizcd in be:
half ofthe State, and that the hous must be
vacated at once.
The poor man rises from the bed on which
he is sitting his children huddle around him,
and his wife leans weeping on his shoulder he
gazes around upon what has been his home !;
then upon the cold and cheerless snow; then
upon his children. His lips quiver, red flush
shoots into his face, flashes there an instant,
and dies out again. He strokes his wife's head
softly with his hand, and murmurs tenderly
into her ear: "Cheer up, Bessie, cheer up; it
at will all be right in hundred years "
Yes, thank God, there is an end of all this
striving, an end of all this yearning.. Beyond
the shores where Jordan lays the sands in gold
en- heaps, beneath Jehovah's smile there's an
Gall right" for those who have missed il in this
world. Where the shadows of the valley are
chased back by the golden glimmers Of Eden,
there's redemp ption for those who have been
shaved in the flesh reward for those who
were marred on earth a cross of honor for
those who have died in harness.
Then let there be no faltering, no halting, no
dropping. Be not turned aside by troubles,
daunted by danger, or persuaded by the songs
of sirens. Step up sharply. March on, and on,
and on, through violet beds, and thorn clumps!
Step brisk to the music ofeternity, and no mat
ter what troubles lower over you, now, cheer
your heart with the promise of 'its all coming
right in hundred years."
The poor wretch of yesterday couched the
whole hope of life-the anchor of all our ven
tures-in the few words of agony that faltered
from his pale blue lips. And yet Christ died,
and the bill of Calvery was rent, just to give
one ray of comfort to that poor man that the
law, in its majesty, had jumped in the jungle
and wounded to the death.
And he will go on, and on, through many
dismal day, and through many struggle,
thinking that it will all be right in hundred
years. And his eyes will grow brighter and
brighter, and the blood will flush and die in
the pale cheeks oftener, and the punched fea
lures grow thinner and thinner, and the veil of
flesh more and more threadbare, till he drops
it altogether, and passing over the river lay
him down on the golden banks and is baptized
in immortal sunshine. And then, thank God,
at last his hundred years are out" aid it's call
right with him.