The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1890-03-12

stretching out into many leagues Of afr,
and 80 to-day look up and see two largo
wings In full sweep. They are the wings
Of the flying year. That is followed by
a flock Of three hundred and sixty-Hve,
and they are the flying days. Each
OF the flying days is followed by
twenty-four, and they are the fly
ing 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
theybound? Eternity tocome. You might
as well go cunning 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 opportunities Of your life.
Do not say, 81 will lounge now and
make 1t up afterwards" Young men
and boys, you can't make 1t up. My OBJ
servation 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
oOW 0OhSoOO Wubdb. anu Iutu buO
reaping Of the harvests is so differ
ent There is grandfather now. He
has lived to old age because his habits
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 1t 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 of 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. Splen-
did Gloriousl Magnificent He will
have hard work getting into Heaven,
because those whom he helped to get
there will fiji up and crowd the gates TO
tell him how glad they are at his COM
ing until he says: "Please to stand back
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. call it the harvest Of
Genesee wheat.
Out yonder Is man very old at forty
years Of age, at time when he ought TO
be bouyant as the morning. He got bad
habits on him very early, and those
habits have become worse. lie is a man
on fire, on fire with alcoholism, 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 ntheground he passes through the
street, and the quick step OF an inno-
cent child or the strong step Of young
man or the roll Of prosperous carriage
maddens him, and he curses society and
he curses God. Fallen sick, with no re.
sources, he is carried TO the almshouse.
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
Of what he will be. He started life with
as good a prospect as any man on the
American continent, but there he Is q
bloated carcass waiting for tho shovels
Of public charity to put him flvC
feet under. He has only reaped wha
he sowed. Harvest Of wild oats
"There is a way that seemetl
right TO a man, but the end thereo
is DEATH" Young man, as you can no
live life over again, however you may
! long TO do so, be sure TO have' your one
life right. There is in this august as
sembly wot not, for we are made up oi
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 oi
another, and his parents know not where
he is. Ny son, go home Do not go K
sea Don't go tonight where you may
be tempted togo Go home Your father
will be glad to see you, and your mother
| need not tell you how she feels. How
would like to make your parents pros
ent Of their wayward boy, repentGn
and In his right mind. would like Z
write them letter and you to carry the
letter, saying: "By the blessing Of Coz
on my sermon introduce to you on,
whom you have never seen before, fo
he has become new creature IN Chris
Jesus" My boy, go home and put you
tired head on the bosom that nursed yol
so tenderly in your childhood years.
young Scotchman was in battle takeI
captive by band OF Indians, and b,
learned thsir language and adopted
their habits. Years passed on, but th'
old Indian chieftain never forgot that h'
had in his possession young man wit
did not belong TO him. Well, one da!
this tribe Of Indians came in sight o
the Scotch regiments from whom thi
young man had been captured, ant
the old Indian chieftan said: 81 los
my son In battle and / know how
father feels at the loss OF ason. Do yoI
think your father is yet aliye?" Tn,
young man said: 81 am the only SON o
my father, and hope he is still alive.
Then said the Indian chieftain; ''Be
cause Of the loss Of my son Ais world !
desert. You 70 free. Return 10 you
countrymen. Revisit your father, tina
he may rejoice when he sees the SUI
rise In the morning and the trees bios
som In the spring. SO say to you
young man, captive Of waywardness ant
sin: Your father Is waiting for you
Your sisters are waiting for you. Co
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