The Russellville Democrat., 1890-03-20


 or sea ho reports # and buoy is swung oyer that reef and mariners hencefortt stand off from that rock. And all our mistakes in the past ought to be bnoys warning us to keep in the right chan. net. There is no excuse for us If ws split on the same rock whore we split before. Going along the sidewalk al night where excavations are being made, VIC frequently see lantern on a frame. work, and we turn aside, for thai lantern says, keep out of this hole. And all along tho pathway of life Ian, terms are set as warnings, and by thif time we come to midlife WE ought t< know where it is safe to walk and where it is unsafe.
 My young friends, I am glad yos made this application of tho sermon yourAelf Whom minister toward the close of his sermon says: Now few words by way of application. v people be. gin to look around for their hats and their arm through one sleeve of their overcoats, and the sermonic application is failure. am glad you have mads your own application. and that you ars resolved, like Quaker of whom read years ago, who, in substance, said: T shall be along this path of life but once, and so I must do all the kindness can and all the good can"
 My hearers, tho mistakes of youth can never be corrected. Time gone is gone forever. An opportunity passed tho thousandth part of Q second has by one leap reached the other side of a great eternity. Tn the autumn whex the birds migrate you look up and see the sky black with wings, and the flocks stretching out into many leagues of air, and so to-day look up and see two large wings in full sweep. They are the wings of the flying year. That is followed by flock of three hundred and sixty y-five. and they are the flying days. Each of the flying days is fol. lowed by twenty-four. and they aro the flying hours, and each of these is fol lowed by sixty, and these are the flying minutes. Where did this great flock start from? Eternity past Where are they bound? Eternity to come You might as we'll go a-gunning for the quails that whistled last year in the meadows or the robins that last year caroled in the sky as to try to fetch down and bag ono of the past oppor. tunities of your life. Do not say: "l will lounge now and make 1t up after wards"
 Young men and boys, you can't make 1t up. My observation is that those who in youth sowed wild oats, to the end of their short life sowed wild oats, and that those who start sowing Genesee wheat always SOW Genesee wheat And then the rcaping of the harvest is so different. There is grandfather now. He has lived to old age because his hab- it's have been good. His eyesight for this world has got somewhat dim, but his eyesight for Heaven is radiant. His hearing is not so acute as it once was, and he must bend clear over to hear what his little grandchild says, when she asks him what he has brought for her. But he easily catches the music raised from supernal spheres. Men passing in the streets take off their hats in reverence and women say: What good old man he is" Seventy or eighty years all for God and for making this wo1d happy. Splendid! Glorious! Magnificent He will have hard work getting into Heaven, because those whom he helped to get there will All up and crowd the gates to tell him how glad they are al his coming until he says: "Plesse to stand back a little till pass through and cast my crown at the feet of Him whom having not seen love" do not know what you call that l call it the harvest of Genesee wheat.
 Out wonder is a man very old at forty years of age, and at a time when he ought to be buoyant as the morning. He got bad habits on him very early, and those habits have become worse, He is a man on fire, on fire with alec holism, on fire with all evil habits, out with the world and the world out with him. Down and falling deeper. His swollen hands in his threadbare pockets, and his eyes fixed on the ground, he quick step of an innocent child Or the strong step of a young man or the roll of prosperous carriage madden him. and he curses society and he curses God. Falle sick, with no re- sources, he is carried to the alms-house. A loathsome spectacle, he lies all day long waiting for dissolution, or in the night rises on his cot and fights appari- tions of what he might have been and what he will be. He started life with as good a prospect as any man on the American continent, but there he is a bloated carcass, waiting for the shovels of public charity to put him five feet under iIe has only reaped what he sowed. Harvest of wild oats!
 There IS way that seemeth right to a man, but the end thereof is death"
 Young man. as you can not live life over again however you may long to do so, be sure to have your one life right There is in this august assembly l wot not. tor we are made up of all sections of this land and from many lands, some young man who has gone away from home ands perhaps, under some little spite or evil persuasion of another, and his parents know not where he is. My son, go home Do not go to sea. Don't go tonight where you may be tempted to go Go homel Your father will be glad to see you and your mother l need not toll you how she feels How would like to make your parents pre- sent of their wayward boy, repentant and in his tight mind l would like to write them letter, and you to carry the letter, saying:
 By the blessing of God on my ser mon introduce to you one whom you have never seen before, for he has be- come new creature in Christ Jesus"
 Ny boy, go home and put your tired head on the bosom that nursed you so tenderly in your childhood years. A young Scotchman was in battle taken captive by band of Indians, and he learned their language and adopted their habits. Years passed on, but the old Indian chieftain never forgot that he had in his possession a young man who did not belong to him. We'll, one