Clarksville evening tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1890, 1890-03-10

not take the cashier OF the royal banking
house a great while to count out to you all
your dues Hs win not ask you whether you
will have it in bills of large denomination or
small. would like to put one sentence of
my sermon in italics, and have it under
scored, and three exclamation points at the
end of the sentence, and that sentence is this:
AS we cannot live our lives over again, the
nearest we can come to atone for the past is
by redoubled holiness and industry in the
future:
'Tis worth a wise mans past of life,
IT'S worth a thousand years of strife,
If thou canst lessen but by one
The countless ills beneath the sun.
If this rail train of life has been detained and
switched off and is far behind the time table,
the engineer for she rest of the way must put
on more pressure of steam and go q mile a
minute in order to arrive at the right time
and place under the approval of conductor
and directors.
As | Supposed it would be- there are multi
tudes of young people listening to this SER
mon on whom this subject has acted with the
force Of galvanic battery. Without my
saying a word to them, they have solilo-
quized, saying: "As one cannot live his life
over again, and | can make only one trip,
must look out and make no mistakes have
but one chance and must make the most of
it," My young friends, am glad you made
this application of the sermon yourself When
a minister toward the close of his sermon
says: "Now few words by way of applica-
tion," people begin to look around for their
hats and get their arm through one sleeve OF
their overcoats, and the sermonic application
is failure. | am glad you have made your
own application and that you are resolved,
like Quaker Of whom | read years ago, who
in substance said: II shall be along this path
of life but once, and so l must do all the kind
ness l can and all the good can" My hear
ers, the mistakes of youth can never be cor
rected. Time gone is gone forever. An OPP
portunity passed the thousandth part of
second has by one leap reached the other
side of a great eternity. In the autumn,
when the birds migrate, you look up and
see the sky black with wings and the
focks stretching out into many leagues OF
air, and so today 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 sxty-ive and they are
the flying days Each of the flying days il
followed by twentyfour and they are the
flying hours, and each of these is followed by
sixty and these are the flying minutes. Where
did this great flock start from? Eternity
past. Where are they boundl Eternity to
come. You might as well go a-gunning for
the quails that whistled last year in the
meadows or the robins that last year carolled
in the sky, as to try to fetch down and bag
one of the past opportunities of your life.
Do not say: II will lounge now and make il
up afterwards" Young men and boys you
cannot 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 Genesee wheat,
always SOW Genesee wheat. And then
the 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 fol-
heaven is radiant. His hearing is not sc
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 isl
Seventy or eighty years all for God and for
making this world happy. Splendid Glori
ous Magnificent He will have hard work
getting into heaven because those whom he
helped to get thare will fill up and crowd the
gates to tell him how glad they are at his
coming until he says: please to stand back
a little till l pass through and cast my crown
at the feet of him whom having not seen ]
love.n | do not know what you call that ]
call it the harvest of Genesee wheat.
Out yonder is a man very old at forty year,
of age, 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 a man ON fire, on fire with al.
coholism, 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 a prosper /.
Gus carriage maddens him, and he curses so
ciety and he curses God Fallen sick with
no resources 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 apparitions 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 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 oatsl
"There is way that seemeth right |
to a man, but the end thereof is death"
Young man, as you cannot 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, 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 lit.
tie spite or evil persuasion of another, and his |
parents know not where he is Ny son, go |
homel Do not go to seal Don't go tonight |
where you may be tempted to go. 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 |
present of their hayward boy, repentant and |
in his right mind / would like to write |
them letter and you to carry the letter say |
ing: ''By the blessing Of God on my sermon |
! introduce to you one whom you have never |
seen before, for he has become a new Great
ure 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 bat
tie taken captive by q 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 reg |
ments from whom this young man had been |
captured, and the old Indian chieftain said: /
IL lost my son in battle, and 1 know how
a father feels at the loss Of a son. Do you
think your father is yet alivef The young
man eajJ. at nm, the only SON ~ NV fa+bar