Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1875-08-08
SUNDAY THOUGHTS.
" Satan Rebuking Sim"


Eyes; goin' to start soon"
"How you know? When see her start III
know she's o gwine."
And when she started he got left.
1t is the holy Sabbath morning,
and as we clip the above from an
exchange, we cannot help. thinking
there is whole sermon in it for the
Atheist, who denies the existence of
a Supreme Being, Heaven, and a
Hell, and those of US who day after
day allow ourselves to become so
absorbed in the business of the
world that we forget our religious
duties to the one Supreme God.
The Christian religion is the train,
the Christian minister is the brakes
man, and the Atheist is
THE OLD DARKEY
With knotted hair and cheeks of
ebony. God in his infinite wisdom
has started the Gospel train from
His throne of grace on a circuit
through and over his earthly foot
stool, to gather and bring into the
depot of eternal peace all those who
desire to come. 1t is headed with
the engine Salvation, forever Shrek
ing forth its admonishing notes, that
none who wish to get on board shall
be left behind. In the train we
seem to see cars labelled
MERCY, LOVE, PEACE, TRUTH, FAITH
AND HOPE.
No "palace car" with its easy cush-
ions, rolls over the narrow track;
the seats are plain and solid, and as
we look through the open windows
we see motley crowd, all radiant
with smiles and happy features, as
if the journey was one more of
pleasure than of hardship. Every
human heart is station at which
! the engineer rings the bell OF con
science by the golden cords of love,
announcing to that heart that the
| gospel train Is coming, and that it
must open the switch and let the
engine in for passenger. If the
switch is closed, the train passes
swiftly by to the next station, whose
keeper is more attentive, and with
never an assurance that the bell will
be rung again.
TO GODS ETERNAL TIME TABLE
| There are no limits. The train may
come again to that heart station, or
it NAV have been driven away by
carelessness, to return no more for
ever. Forever no-not .foreuer i!
For it shall surely pass that way
again--it may be, when /iat heart
! station has become closed and
/ locked against entrance by rust and
decay, and when the passenger
within looks out of its sealed win
dows with soul full of agony and
] despair at his self Imprisonment
/ The rus. on the bolts of the station
1 door that cannot be moved, are con
( tinued wickedness, disregard Of
/ The accu sationS of conscience, and
| the engrossmeut OF the soul with
sordid desires. At first the Impris
/ oned soul makes feeble effort to
signal the passing train.
CowARpICE AND SHAME
At being off duty at its first APP
proach, STILES the appeal tor help
| ana it is not heard. The train passes
again, and the prisoner only looks
out of his station window in sorrow,
and at each passing of the train ne
schools himself to drive the gloom
of disappointment from his soul,
| until at last, his hardened heart
laughs at its approach, jeers at the
reckoning passengers and sings
ribald songs as the fast gathering
| filth is binding the windows OF his
heart. Faith, Hope, and Love are
lost at last, and he tries to console
himself by eXclaimine, "There is
that train again, but don't believe
the brakesmen. They have no
depot at the other end of the track
it's all humbug.
ALL HUMBUa !"
And he is left behind! However
much we may try to deceive our.
selves with the thought that we have
no need of religion, no need OF
salvation, and no need of God, we
still know that we are deceiving
ourselves. 1t may do tor time,