The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1890-05-15

and so must do all the kindness can
and all the good can. ;"
My hearers, the mistakes OF youth
can never be corrected. Time gore is
gone forever. An opportunity passed
the thousandth part of a second has by
one leap reached the other side of a
great eternity. In the autumn when
the birds migrate you look up and see
the sky black with wings, and the
fiocks stretching out into many leagues
of air, and so to-day I look up and see
two large wings in full sweep. They
are the wings of the fyipS gear. That
is followed by flock O. three hundred
and siXty-flve, and they are the flying
days. Each Of the flying days is fol,
lowed by twenty-four, and they are 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 one of the past oppor-
tunitios of your life. Do not say: 81
viii lounge now and make it up after
wards
Young men ard boys, you can't make
it UP. My observation is that those who
in youth sowed wild oats, to the end of
their short life sowed wild oats, and
+hnt +hn-n I,C r4,
wheat always SOW Genesee wheat. And
then the reaping of the harvest is so
different. There is grandfather now.
He has lived to old age because his hab-
its 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 Tor making this world happy
Splendid Gloriousl Magnificent! He
will have hard work getting into
Heaven, because those whom he helped
to get there will fill up and crowd the
gates to tell him how glad they are at
his coming until he says: please to
stand back littlo till pass through
and east my crown at the feet of Him
whom having not seen I love" / do not
know what you call that. I call it the
harvest of Genesee wheat.
Out yonder is man very old at forty
years of age, and at time when he
ought to be buoyant as the morning.
he got bad habits or him very early,
and those habits have become worse,
He is a man on fire, on fire with alco-
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
passes through the street, and the
quick step of an innocent child
or the strong step of a young man
or the roll of a prosperous carriage
madden him, and he curses society and
he curses God. Fallen sick, with no re-
sources, he is carried to the alms-house.
A loatbsome spectacle, he lies all day
long waiting for dissolution, or in the
night rises on his cot and fights appari-
lions of what he might have been and
what he will be. He started life with
as good 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. He has only reaped what he
sowed. Harvest of wild oats!
There is a way that seemeth right tc
man. but the end thereof is death"
Young man, as you can not live life
over again however you may long to dc
so, be sure to have your one life right
There is in this august assembly / 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 and, perhaps, under some little
spite or evil persuasion of another, and
his parents know not where he is. Nv
son, go home! Do not go to sea. Don't
GO tonight where you may be tempted
to go. Go home! Your father will ba
glad to see you and your mother.
need not tell you how she feels. How
would like to make your parents pre-
sent of their hayward boy, repentant
and in his right mind 1 would like to
write them a 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
My 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 a 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
VINO did not belong to him. Well, enc
day this tribe of Indians came in sight
of the Scotch regiments from whom
this young man had been captured,
and the old Indian chieftain said:
Il lost my boy in battle, and I know
how a father feels at the loss of n son