The Opelousas courier., 1890-11-22

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-tour
ard 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
bound? Eternity to come. You mlgnG
as well go ~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 nag one ne
81 the past opportunities Of your Life. DO
not saw. II will lounge now and make 1t up
afterward." Young men anu Toys. you cau'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 Genesee wheat a.
Hays SOW Genesee wheat. And then the
faanine IF the hatyests is so different. There
IS grandfather now. He mas hVea 10
old age because his habits have been
good. His eyesight for this world has got
Somewhat dim, but his eyesightfor heaven IS
radiant. His hearing is not so acute as IL
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. bun
he her sasily se eatGhss NE shs m passIn rai ia the rpe Streets ",
take of their hats in reverence, and women
say: "YVhat a good old man he is." Seventy
or eighty years all for God and for making this
world happy. Splendid Gloriousl Mag
nifcenti Re 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 saws: "Please to stand back 3 little
till L pass through and cast my crown at the
feet of Him whom having not seen Ilove."
l do not know what you call that. l call it
the harvest of Genesee wheat.
Out yonder is a man very old at forty
years of age, at a time when he ought to
be bouyant 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 alcoholism, On fire
with all evil habits, out with the worlc
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 strees.
and the quick step of an innocent child o.
the strong step OF d young man OF the roll o.
a prosperous carriage maddens him, and lls
curses society and he curses God. Fallen
sick, with no resources, he is carried to the
a1mshouse. A loathsome spectacle, he lies
all day long waiting for dissolution, or in the
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 Amerl-
can continent, but there he lisa 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 a way that seemeth right to
a man, but the end thereof is death" Young
a as you cannot live life over again how
ever you may long to do so, be sure to have
your one life right. There is in this august
assembly I wet 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, n his
parents know not where he is. My SON, 60
nomel Do not GO TO seal DON'T go Tonight
where you may De tempted to go. Go homel
Your fa1uher will be glad to see you and your
mother. need not tell you how she feels.
How I would like to make your parents q
present Of their hayward boy, repent
ant and in his right mind. / would
like to write them aletter and you to carry
the letter, saying: by the blessing OF God
on my sermon I 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 s~eose hn .
band of Indians, and he learned their
language and adopted their habits.
! Years passed on, but the old Indian
ehieftain never forgot that he had in his pos
| session a young man who did not belong to
him. Well, one day tais tribe of Indians
came in sight of the Scotch regiments from
whom this young man MAD been captured,
and the old Indian chieftain said: ~ lost
nv son in battle and / know how a father
feels at the loss of a son. Do you think your
father is yet alive?' The young man said: :!
am the only son of my father, and 1
hops he is still alive Then said the
Indian chieftain: Because Of the loss OF my
| SON this world is a 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: onr
| father is waiting for you. Your mother is
| waiting for you. Your sisters are waiting
| for you. God is waiting for you. 80 homel