Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1890-06-26


Oh, the power of those men, start
ing pillows Of blessings which have
rolled over cities and continents.
We could give hosts Of names, but
must forbear. Thank God, their
name is legion. Many of them died
in The UNFOLDING Of the truth, but
where one died thousand sprang
into life. As one was borne down
in the ranks, a host stepped into
line As one standard bearer was
moved down another one with firm
grip grasped the flag and brayely
bore it aloft Calvary's standard
has never licked the dust--lt never
will. Il is old and weather-beaten,
but it waves, it waves, it waves!
Amidst the revolutions of empires,
changes Of creed, mutations Of
opinion, rise or fall of dyuasties,
the accession to or relinquishing of
klngly greatness, the flag OF
blessed Christianity hulters in the
mountain breezes-seen the world
Overland by aud by it shall the
gathering Of all the peoples be.
Mighty God, move the nations Gag
ward.
But what are we doing though?
No, there is no excuse for any of Us.
We can each do something, and we
must. How much hare we done?
Let memory work. We have had
plenty Of time. No talents? Yes
you have. If you have not, work
ill you get some. If you were like
somebody else, then you would do
something and no mistake. No, you
wouldn't You are better off az you
are. Your head will better fit your
own shoulders than anybody eise's.
Be like yourself. Be somebody. Be
a great big somebody. Don't be a
do-nothing, for it is the hardest
work and poorest pay. Let us al be
men aud not apologies. individuals
and not mere things. Giants and
not pigmies.
See the responsibilities of this
business life, and increase contlnu-
ally. Why have we been permitted
10 live SO long? For a divine pur-
pose. The longer we live the more
is expected from Us. Look back for
moment. Go into that school
mousse once more. BE boy or girl
again. You take your place IN that
class of 2U-you remember them.
Call the roll now. More absent
than present. Gone. Where are
they now? In the quiet distant
spirit land. Passed. Mustered out.
Hush Reader, stop to think
moment. You are left; others gone.
Let the thought hover. 1t over
whelms you. The tears start Why
are you remaining? Then see your
family. How different to what 1t
was. You imagine you see the old
path, the gate where you used to
swing, the old house at home; yes,
these arise, and it may be they are
still there. But the parents, sisters,
where, oh, where? Some
under the yew tree IN the quiet city
of the dead; some sank on the held
of Gettysburg, or Bull Run, &c;
some lie in the great ocean bed.
You are left. Why?
Look in the church. What has
become Of those (many of them),
who used TO be with you ~ the
street procession of a Sabbath,
when, like the thunder, the ola
rhyme with the chorus, "Iurn to
Lord and seek salvation" used to
swell until sinners felt as though
the earth trembled, and saints
shouted for the moving in the camp;
or where are those who joined III
class, or prayer meeting fellowship!
Many of them are gathered home
Gone up to join the church of the
tirst-born, whose names are written
in heaven. But why are we lettF
A coincidence? A happening? An
outcome of blind destiny? No, no;
bul Iol Il great, uooiN3 NON'tNN p
pose Have we lived it? Have we
felt, or do we feel the weight OF
responsibility pressing Us? Let us
meet the question fairly. 1t Is stu
pendous in importance. No retrac-
ing for amendment. The past is
beyond our grasp. Eternity nearing.
The rendering of accounts close
upon us. Oh, the figures, the figures;
the summing up; the inspection by
heavens auditor. Dear Jesus OF
Getheemane and of Calvary inter.
cede for as for our past dellnqueu-
cles, aud assist Us for the little
future which may yet be ours.
Dear reader, up and afresh, grid
on the armor, rise from the dust and
be ready for the fray. The sound
of a going strikes the mulberry
trees The Tune tor action Is now.
March to conflict. From conflict to
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