The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1890-03-19

come ~ the close OF the earthly lie, ne
shall, "in moment, in the twinkling Of
an eye," be transformed into, an immortal
youth. il he has been poo, he shall have
the purple Of kings thrown upon him. II
he has been full Of .diseasei he is at
once clean, The chains fall of from the
prisoner, struck, as Peters were, by an
angels hand What miracle Of Changei
Each of US Is an uncrowned king, un-
known, unrecognized as such, but by and
bye coming to our own again with ever
lasting rejoicings. But you have thought
Of these things many times, and ! only
seek to "put you 10 remembrance" !
wish could run 10, as in other days. 10
see you, but l can not easily get awav
from my cares and duties here; so please
accept our best wishes that God may con-
tinue to show you tie same kindness as In
the past. We send also our best regards
TO Mrs. Hamlin, and cherish many pleas
ant memories OF all our good friends In
Wellington.
Believe me truly your friend and we'll
wisher ). ID. GAMMELL.
Mr.. Horatio Perry, Wellington, 0.
POEM BY DIR. GUTHRIE.
I'm kneeling at the threshold, weary, faint and
| sore; ht.t,
Waiting for the dawning-for the opening Of
| the door; VA.
Waiting till the Master shall bid me rise and
| come ita hN,te
To the glory Of his presence-to the gladness
| Of his homel
A weary path I've travelled, mid darkness
storm and strife.
Bearing many burden. struggling for my life
But now the morn is breaking, my toll will
soon be Ger
I'm kneeling at the threshold, my hand is on
the door.
Methinks 1 hear the voices Of the blessed as
they stand,
Singing in the sunshine in The far-of happy
land.
Oh, would that were with them, amid their
shining throng, t.4
Mingling in their worship, joining in their
songi
The friends that started with me have entered
long ago;
One by one they left me struggling with the foe;
Their pilgrimage was shorter; their triumph
sooner won;
How lovingly they'll hail me when all my toll
is donel
With them the blessed angels that know no
grief or sin
see them by the portal, prepared TO letme IN
Lord, i walt thy pleasure time and ways
are best; "-
But am wasted, worn and weary 0 Father
bid me restl
The text was from the latter part OF
the 9th verse ofthe Goth Psalm, 1--WE spend
our years as tale that is told" The d.
vine said that this was the hour for reg
ular public services in this church, but
as centenarian was present, and this
being the day that The circle was COM
pleted he deemed Il proper to devote the
time alloEed.ho the life and character Of
Brother Perry who had been an nonored
citizen Of this place and II servant of his
Master for three score aud ten years
He said that we lived in beautiful world
aad every one Of US could place ourselves
in position TO enjoy il better II We would
only yield to the teachings OF the script
ures, but instead we permitted too many
Of the earthly troubles to enter into our
hearts and crowd out the valuable
time we should devote TO higher things
A reference was made %, Father Perry
who had spent what he now termed o1ly
short season 10 the Lords service, and
every day was as bright to him as a spring
day morning, and his hopes for the future
was constantly growing brighter
Miss Nellie Couch then accompanied
by the organ favored the audience with
that beautiful hymn "0nly Waiting Till
The Shadows Are Little Longer Grown
Miss Couch did ample justice TO the
selection which so impressed those pres.
ent that very few dry eyes weie observed
GRANDPA Perry was then invited To
speak. He said all that he lad to regret
was that he had not been a better man
He entreated all present To become as
little children, love the Saviour and be
happy. HYMN No. s65 was then Gang Uy
the audience, and the services closed
DESCRIPTION.
Mr.. Perry is Of medium size, weight
sandy complexion and at present very
feeble. But when fifiy.six years of age
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