The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1890-03-27

the. wings of the flying year. That Is fol-
lowed by a flock of three hundred and sixty
five, and they are the flying days. Each OF
the flying days is followed by twenty -four.
and they are the flying hours, and each OF
these is followed by sixty, and these are the
flying minutes Where did this great nock
start from? Eternity past. Where are they
bound? Eternity to come. You might
as we'll 20 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 opportunities of your life. DO
not saw, II will lounge now and make 1t up
afterward." Young men and boys, you can't
make it up. NY observation is that those
who in youth sowed wild oats, to the end OF
their short life sowe1 wild oats, ana tna1
those who start sowing Genesee wheat al
WAYS SOW Genesee wheat. And then ths
reapine of the harvests is 50 different. There
is grandfather now. lle has lived TO
old age because his habits have been
good. His eyesight for this world has got
Somewhat dim, but his eyesght for heaven IS
radiant. His hearing is not so acute as IL
oncc was. and he must bend clear over to
hear what his little grandchild says when she
asks him what lie has brought for her but
he easily catches the music raised from su-
pernal 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
world happy. Splendid! Gloriousl Mag
nifcentl He will have haro work gettlng
into heaven because those whom he helped
to Tet there will fill up and crowd the gates
to tell him how glad they are at his coming
until he SAYS: please 10 stand back little
till 7 pass through and cast my crown at the
feet Of Him whom having not seen love-;
/ do not know what you call that. call IL
the harvest of Genesee wheat.
Out wonder is Il man very old at forty
wears of age, at a time when he oughG 10
be bouyant as the morning.. lie got pao
habits on him very early, and those haoles
have become worse. He is n man on
fire. on fire with alcoholism, on hre
with oil 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 young man or the roll OF
n prosperous carriage maddens him, and he
curses society and he curses God. Fallen
sick, with no resources he IS carried 10 the
almshouse A loathscme spectacle, ne hes
all day long waiting for dissolution, or IN the
night rises on his cot and fights apparltlons
will be. He started life with as good a
prospect as any man on the Amerl-
can continent, but there he is bloated car
cass 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 way that seemeta right to
a man, but the end thereof is death" Young
man, as you cannot live life over again how
ever you may long to do so, be sure to nave
your one life right. There is in this august
assembly I wot not, for 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. My son, 60
homel 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 tell you how she feels.
How would like to make your parents a
present of their wayward boy, repent
ant and in his right mind. | would
like to write them letter and you to carry
the letter, saying: "By the blessing OF God
on my sermon l 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 tne
bosom that nursed you so tenderly In Jour
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 for got that he had in his pos
session young man who did not belong to
him. Well, one 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: -! lost
my son in battle ana know how 1ather
feels at the loss of a son. Do you think your
father isyet alive" The young man said: i
am the only son of my father, and l
hope he is still alive" Then said the
Indian chieftain: because of the loss OF my
son this world is desert. You go free.
Return to your countrymen. Revisit your
father, that he may rejoice when he sees the
sun rise in the morning and the trees bios
som in the spring" So say to you, young
man, captive of waywardness and sin: Your
father is waiting for you. Your motner is
waiting for you. Your sisters are waiting
for you. God is waiting for you. TO home!
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