The Brookhaven leader., 1890-03-20

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| great eternity. In the altumn 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 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-fye, 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 ara
they bound? Eternity to come. You
might as we'll go a-gunning for the
quails that whistled last year in the
meadows on the robins that last year
carolcd in the sky as to try to fetch
down and bog one of the past oppor-
tunities of your life. Do not say: 81
will lounge now and make it up after
wards"
Young men and 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
that those who start sowing Gs2esee
wheat always SOW Genesee wheat. And
then the reaping of the harvest is so
different. There is grandfather now.
lie 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 a good old man he
is" Seve9ty or eighty years all for
God and for making this world happy.
| Splendid Glorious! 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 little till 1 pass through
| and cast my crown at the feet of Him
WDOm udtluS uOb Scf5n Il iOfO. w nv
know what you call that. call 1T the
| h arvest of Genesee wheat
Out yonder is 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 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 young man
or the roll of 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 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 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 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 do
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. My
son, go home! Do not go to sea. Don't
go tonight where you may be tempted
to 60. 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 pre-
sent of their wayward boy. repentant
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 SER
mon introduce to you one whom you
have never seen before, for he has be-
come a 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 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 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:
ST lost my boy in battle. and l know
how a father feels at the loss of SON.
Do you think your father is yet aliye?"
The young man said: 81 am the only
son of my father, and hope he is still
alive" Then said the Indian chieftain:
because of the loss of my son this
world is desert. You go free. Re-
turn to your countrymen. Revisit your
father, that he may rejoice when he sees
the sun rise in the morning and the
trees blossom in the spring" So I say
to you, young man, captive of wayward-
ness and sin: Your father is waiting
for you. Your mother is waiting for
you. Your sisters are waiting for you
Go home! Go home!
ARE our consciences against us? let us