Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1885-03-30

| not beyond the reacn OF Enud dagger
l see a great many people trying to climb
up in social position, having an idea that
there is a safe place somewhere far above,
not knowing that
| The Mountain of Fame
has q top like Noun. Blanc, covered with
perpetual snow. We laugh at the children
Of Shinar for trying to build tower that
could reach to the heavens; but l think if
our eyesight were only good enough We
could see Babel in many a door-yard.
Oh, the struggle is fierce. It's store against
store, house against house, street against
street, nation against nation. The goal for
which men are runningis chairs and chan
deiers and mirrors and houses and lands
and presidential equipments If they get
what they anticipate what have they got2
Men are not safe from calumny while they
live and, worse than that, they are not safe
after they are dead; for | have seen swine
root up graveyards. One day q man goes
up into publicity and the world does him
honor and people climb up into sycamore
trees to watch him as he passes and he goes
along on the shoulders OF the people there
is . waving of hats and wild huzza. To
morrow the same man is caught between
the jaws of the printing press and mangled
and bruised and the very same persons who
applauded him before cry Down with the
traitor! Down with him.
Belshszzar sits at the feast the mighty
men of Babylon sitting all around him. Wit
sparkles like the wine, and the wine like the
wit. Music rolls up among the chandeliers
the chandeliers flash down on the decanters
The breath of hanging gardens floats in on
the night air; the voice of revelry floats out,
Amidst wreaths and tapestry and folded
banners finger writes The march of
host is heard on the stairs. Laughter
catches in the throat. A thousand hearts
step beating. The blow is struck. The
blood on the floor is richer hued than the
wine on the table The kingdom has de-
ported. Belshazzar was no worse, perhaps,
than hundreds OF people in Babylon, but his
position slew him. Oh. be content with Just
such position as God has placed you in.
1t may be said of Us, He was great gen.
eral, or He was an honored chieftain," or
"He was mighty in worldly attsinments;'
but this thing may be said of you and Of me.
lie was good citizen faithful Chris
tiaD, friend Of Jesus. And that in the
ast day will be highest Of all eulogiums.
learn further from this subject that
Death Comes to the Summer House.
Eglon did not expect to die in that fine
place Amidst all the flower leaves that
tIjr.rd like summer snow into the window;
ID tc tinile and dash Of the fountains; in
he sound of thousand leaves feeting
Of q tree branch; in the cool breeze that
came up TO shake feyerish trouble out OF the
Ku g's locks-there was nothing that spake
of death, but there he died. In the winter
when the snow is shroud and the wind is
dirge il is easy to think of our mortality;
but when the weather is pleasant and all
our surroundings are agreeable, how diff
cult il is tor us 10 appreciate the truth that
We are mortal And yet my text teaches
Il at death does sometimes come to the
summer house. He is blind and cannot see
he leaves. He is deafand cannot hear the
fountains. Oh, if death would ask us for
victims, we could point him to hundreds of
people who would rejoice TO have him come.
Push back the door of that hovel; look at
that little child, cold, and sick and hungry,
1t has never heard the name OF God but in
blasphemy. Parents intoxicated, stagger.
ing around its straw bed Oh, death, there
a mark for thee! Up with it into the
light! before those little feet stumble on
lies pathway, give them rest.
Here is an aged man. He has done his
work. He has done it gloriously. The
companions of his youth all gone, his chill
drcn dead, he longs to be at rest and wesri-
" lie days and the nights pass. He says:
Gene Lord Jesus, come quickly" 0,
death, there is mark for thee, take from
him the staff and give him the sceptres, up
with BIN into the light where eyes never
gIoa dim and the hair whitens not through
tie long years Of eternity. All, death will
not DO that! Death turns back from the
straw bed and from the aged man ready for
tie skies and comes to the summer house.
What doest thou here, thou bony, CHASTITY
onster amidst this waving grass and un-
der this sunlight sitting through the tree
brapches? Children are at play. How
quickly their feet 20 and their locks toss in
Il wind. Father and mother stand at the
side Of the room enjoying their glee. 1t
does not seem possible that the wolf should
e,,r break INTO that fold and carry of q
lanh. Meanwhile an old archer stand look
irg through the thicket He points his
arrow at the brightest OF the group he is
ere marksman-the bow bends, the ar
rtv EpeoGs! HUsh now. The quick feet
hr,e STOP; cd and the locks toss no more in
Il. Wind; laughter has gone out Of the hall
D.>'h in the summer house.
Here Is
A Father in Mid-Life;
Bis couirg home at night is the signal for
niIih. The children rush to the door and
there are books on the evening stand and
the hours pass away on glad feet. There is
nothing wanting in that home. Religion is
ere and sacrifices on the alter morning
and night. You look in that household
and say: Il cannot think of anything hap
pier. / do not really believe the word is
so sad place as some people describe it to
be-" The scene chsnges. Father is sick.
The doors must be kept shut. The death
watch chirps dolefally on the hearth. The
children whisper and walk softly where
once they romped. Passing the house late
at night YOU see the quick glancing OF
lights from room to room. It is all over
Death in the summer house!
Here is
An Aged Mother.
Aged but not infrm. You think you will
have the joy Of caring for her wants good
while yet. As she goes from house to house,
to children and grandchildren, her coming
through the lane and they cry grand.
mother s come" Care for you has marked
up her face with many deep wrinkle and
her back stoops with carrying your burdens.
Some day she is very quiet. She says she
is not sick, but something tells you you will
not much longer have mother. She will
sit with you no more at the table
nor at the hearth. Her soul
goes out go gently you do not exactly know
the moment of its going. Fold the hands
that have done SO many kindnesses for you
right over the heart that has beat With love