The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1881-12-01

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end. Aud the comet can't hasten
aud million comets can't retard it's
coming. II is bound to como this
year. There Is no belpfor It. If it
scares you, we cant help il. We
must tell the truth about this thing
since you have asked us what we
know about il. Aud. indeed, we
know more than We have told. The
end Of al things terrestrial is COM
ing tomorrow. and you cau't stop
il by climbing tree or crawling in.
to cave. Every day and every
hour The end Of the world comes to
some unsuspecting mortal who is
only thinking up his plaus for next
summer, or studying over "hoss
trade he has in his mind for next
week. Every time your heart beats
the end of the worll comes for some
one, and just as sure rs you have. or
more surely if you have rot paid
your newspaper subscription, it is
looming to you. And, good sub
scriber, fearful aud troubled about
comets and many things, when it
does come, il 1t catches you of
your feet with your business ravel-
iog ont at the edges, your bills un-
settled. your notes protested. your
subscription not paid, your pew
rent overdue aud your pastor run
ming iuto debt for his living. with
your conscience burdened with
wrongs and your life b'istling will
uncorrectod aud unrepentant f.ults,
rou won't need any comet nor any
long procession of perihelia to scare
ron. You won't think Of the planet,
then. good man. You will tbinl'
about the horse with spawn you
,old to poor Greenwig; yon vii
think abunt the shodiy four-dpllai
pvercoat you sold poor Hayseed fo'
sl3.75 you will thiak about the
quarts of strawberries you sold ever,
year in pint boxes you will remem
ber the seven cent print you sold tc
I'D Mrs. Thistlepod fJr fourteen
cents you will think about th,
tirkin Of axlegrease you painted
with bntter aud sold it for thirty
seven cents for table use you wi
thiuk of the mortgage you foreclos'
cd on poor Eagweed's farm after he
had paid you thirteen per cent, foi
the money for ten years >you vii
thiuk of the loa Is of threc-feet cord
wool you hauled to town aud sjl|
at full market price you will think
of the sand'you sifted in the brown
igar you will remember how you
sold LOO pounds of c)al for ton
you will think of the paper yon tool
for n year ani a half and never paid
for you will recall thousand little
meannesses and weaknesses Of which
you have been guilty you will
think how you made your money
aud how precious little good it is
going to do you in the country
whittier you are going and, poor
man, it yon have fastened your faith
aud trust to nothing better than
Mother Shipton, or Vennor, or Gen
etal Hazen, or some celestial tramp
OF q comet, the sound Of the trum.
pet, the voices OF the beasts, tie sew,
en- thuuders, the hail and fire miugl-
cd with blood, the darkened sun,
the walls of wrath and the voice OF
the eagle could not add to your
fears. Whom the end of the world
CONES for you, that will be the only
end you will take any interest in.
II will be awful enough for you, II
it comes before you are ready for il,
and unless you know You have a
dead sure thing on eighty-nine
years or more-and you know
whether you have or not-you keep
enc eye open all the tune for the
end ofthe world.
So, don't you worry about two
comets, or conjuuctions, or perihelia,
or eclipses, the spots on the sun.
They have nothing to do with your
case at all. You may MT live to
see the world burned up. and you
pass away in the great final dissolu-
ton OF all things terrestrial, but You
are going to live to your end Of the
world. aud don't you forget it.
That's all you have TO do With it.
You go home now. and quit worry.
ling about prophecies. Admire the
comet without fear. Study as
, tfonomv for its wonders and boau-