The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1890-03-20

rrII pass through aud cast my crown at ths1
feet OF Him whom having not ssen | love"
do not know what you call that, call it
the harvest of Genesee wheat,
Out yonder is a 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. He is man ON
fire, on fire with alcoholism, on fra
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 u young man or the roll OF
a prosperous carriage maddens him, and he
curses society 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
prospect as any man on the Ameri.
can continent, but there he is a 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 way that seemeth right to-
a man, but the end thereof is DEATH Young
man, as you cannot live life over again how
ever you may long to do so, he 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 little
spite or evil persuasion of another, and his
parents know not where he is My son. 90
homel Do not go to sea DON'T go ro-nIgnu
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 l would like to make your parents a
present of their hayward boy, repent
ant 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 sermon / introduce to you one whom
you have never seen before for he has be-
come 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 a
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 pos
session 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 capcured,
and the old Indian chieftain said: Il lost
my son in battle and | know how father
feels at the loss of "a son. Do you think your
father is yet alive% The young man said: II
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.
Return to your countrymen. Revisit your
father, that he may rejoice when he sees the
sun rise in the morning and the trees blos-
som in the spring" So l say to you, young
g Liz,
father is waiting for you. Your mother is
waiting for you. Your sisters are waiting
for you. God is waiting for you. Go homel
Go homel