Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1892-03-07

dying girl Her check ON thr pillow
was white as the snow on the case
ment. Her large, round eye had moi
lost any Of It's luster. Loved ones
stood all around the bed trying 10
hold her back. r mother could
not give her up, and one nearer to
her than either father or mother was
frantic with grief. ] said, Fanny
how do you feel2" oh" she said,
happy, happy Mr.. Tal1nage, tell
ali the young folks that religion will
make them happy" AS camo out
Of the room, louder than all the sobs
and wailings of grief / heard the
clear, sweet, glad voice Of the dying
girl, Good night; we shall meet
.igain on the other side of the river. '
The next Sabbath we buried her.
We brought white flowers and laid
them on the coffin. There was in all
that crowded church but one really
happy and delighted face, and that
was the face of Fanny. Oh, wish
that now my Lord Jesus would go
through this audience and take all
these flowers of youth and garland
them on his brow. The cedar is fit
refuge for birds of brightest plumage
and swiftest wing. See, they fyl
they fiyl "All fowl of every wing"
THE OLD MAY COME.
Again, ] remark that the old may
come. You say, Suppose a man
has to go on crutches; suppose he
is blind; suppose he is deaf; sup
pose that nine tenths of his life has
been wasted" Then answer: Come
with crutches; come, old men, blind
and deaf, come to Jesus. IL you
would sweep your hand around be-
fore your blind eyes the first thing
you would touch would be the Cross.
1t is hard for an aged man or woman
to have grown old without religion.
Their taste is gone The peach and
the grape have lost their flavor.
They say that somehow fruit does
not taste as it used to. Their hearing
gets defective, and they miss a great
deal that is said in their presence.
Their friends have all gone and ev.
erybody seems 80 strange The world
seems to go away from them and
they are left all alone They begin
to feel in the way when you come
into the room where they are, and
they move their chair nervously and
say, II hope am not in the way"
Alas that father and mother should
ever be in the way. When you were
sick, and they sat up all night rock
ing you, singing to you, administer
ing to you, did they think that you
were in the way7 Are you tired Of
the old people1 Do you snap them
up quick and sharp3 You will be
cursed to the bone for your ingrati-
tude and unkindressl
Oh, it is hard to be old without re-
ligion = to feel this world going away
and nothing better coming. If there
be any here who have gone far on
without Christ, | address you def
erentially You have found this a
tough world for old people. Alas |
to have aches and pains, and no
Christ to soothe them. l want to
give you a cane better than that you
lean ON. 1t is the cane that the Bible
speaks Of when it says, Thy rod and
thy staff they comfort me-" want
to give you better spectacles than
those you now look through. 1t is
the spiritual eyesight of divine grace
Christ will not think that you are in
the way.
Does your head tremble with the
palsy of old agei Lay it ON Christ's
bosom. Do you feel lonely now that
your companions and children arc
gomez / think Christ has them,
They are safe in his keeping, Very
soon he win take you where they
are. take hold of your arm and try
TO lead you TO place where you can
put down all your burden. Go with
me. Only little while longer and
your sight viii come again, and your
hearing will come again, and with
the strength of an immortal athlete
you win step on the pavement Of
heaven. No crutches in heaven; no
sleepless nights in heaven; no cross
looks for old people Dwelling
there for ages, no one will say;
Father, you know nothing about
this Step back. You are in the
wayT Oh, how many dear old
folks Jesus has put to sleep How
sweetly he has closed their eyes
How gently folded their armsl How
he has put his hand on their silent
hearts and said; REST now, tired
pilgrim. II is all over, The tears
win never st,rt again. Hush hush r
So no gives his beloved sleep, think
the most beautiful object ON earth is
an old Christian hair white, not
with the frosts of winter. but the
blossoms ofthe tree of life. | never
feel sorry for a Christian old man.
Why feel sorry for those upon whom
the glories OF tho eternal world are
about 10 burstl They are going to
the goodly cedar. Though their
wings are heavy with age, God shall
renew their strength like the eagle,
aud they shall make their nest in the
cedar IAN fowl Of every wing"
THE VERY Rad NAY COME
Again, the very had, the outra-
geously sinful. may come. Men talk
of the grace OF God as though il
were 30 many yards long and no many
yards doep. People point 10 the
dying thief az an encouragement t0