Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1881-09-29

Christian salvation. All the lie wa
nots. They did "not" kill, they Iii
"net" rob, they did "not" wallow il
their lusts, but alas, they did "not
listen to the call of Heaven, they dit
"not" make their peace with God il
life, and they did :" not" gain salvation
in death. They had (" not grown int
a religious fibre during the Springtime
and the Summer days-fallen ant
" faded as the leaf' but as the deat
leaf; no beauty left, no beauty of char
acter, no beauty of manhood or woman
hood wound up with fibre of Chris
| tan worth to last eternal-no beauty OF
mind or soul to be retained like a
chaplet of golden leaves in the vase OF
loved ones memories-no picture of a
noble life to hang upon the walls, an
ornament of the past-fallen and " faded
as the leaf" but as the dead leaf! O,
what scattering this visitor death
makes among those not ready for his
acquaintance His first summons is,
" Come, you must go with me-"
" Must" is the word he nses. Far
more gracious would be the word
"may - but it is " must" you "must
go with me-" Those formerly born to
command now obey.
He comes without knocking, He enters
unbidden, approaches the bedside of the
great and the humble, the high and
the low, the rich and the poor; He lays
his mailed hand upon the lung and
says abe quiet )" He taps upon the
heart and says abe still''-it stops. 1t
would not seem so bold for death to
enter the fisherman's hut, or the peas
ants cot; but he comes stumbling along
into the palace of the great King,
through the chamber of the Prince, by
the bedside of the magistrate, and makes
quicker arrest than any sheriff. He
never explains, never yields, but
himself he buckles close
his armor, lifts high the shield. poises
the cimeter and walks Off the victorious
Black Prince of our last great battle
field. But those dying in the Lord,
while they leave everything pleasant
behind, their honors, families, friends
houses, books, pictures, landscape, sun
shine and shadow, do not step out from
light into darkness, from joy into pain.
They do not hang their harp on willow
md trudge off down into captivity, |
hey quit not the presence of love and |
home to plunge off into darkness I'M
'eckoned and unwelcomed, the powers
If earth's Heaven woven around their
ireside, hallowed by mothers love,
vife's appreciation, children's prayers,
hose bowers are not blown away by
he auful equinoctial death. They are
My frosted, made more beautiful as
With crown Of autumn foliage, faded
S the leaf, as the leaf Are the wood
inc and ivey ever more beautiful than
o-day, tipped with many shades by the
ate equinoctial usheriug in the frost
ling. Is Christian character ever so
eautiful as in the dying hour? "Is
here chance ?" he said, 81 will take
he chance" 1t would be pleasant to
We and carry out great purposes for
atoms veal. 1t would be pleasant to
fitness nations sympathy for his suf-
erings, and gratitude at his deliver
nee. 1t would be pleasant indeed to
and longer by the side of her he loved
est, to cheer the old age of his broken
lother, to establish his growing family
children in IL dangerous world. It
'ould be sweet joy if he could live a
w years longer and reap the worthy
'ward of many years of struggle
I'd sacrifice. So bright was everything
2 was leaving behind him, it would :
, worth while he thought to make a
brave heroic struggle with the shadow
death if perchance it might please
cd to restore him yet little while q
nd SO he says 81 will take the chance"
I'd then he says with the Christians n
rtitude 81 am ready if it be His will v
at l shall go! How it reminds US of a