The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1893-07-21

come for you to be old, be not ASHAMED
1 20 be old. The Rrandest things in all
the universe are old Old mountains,
old rivers, old seas and an old eternity
Then do not be ashamed ID be old, IN
less f6h arc older than the mountains
and older than the stars.
How men and women viii iisi fHeE
say they afs forty, but they are sixty.
They say they are twenty, but they
are thirty. They say they are sixty;
but they are eighty. How SOME. PEG:
! pie viii liel Glorious Sid age, II found
IN the Way OF righteousness How
beautiful the old age of Jacob, leaning
on the top of his staff; of John Quincy
Adams, falling with the harness daJ Oh
Washington irving, sitting pen Id
habd, amid the scenes himself had
made classical; of John Angel James,
to the last proclaming the Gospel I'd
the masses Of Birmingham; Of Theo-
dore ffeiinghuysefi, down to feeble
ness and emaciation, devoting his Illus
trious faculties TO the kingdom 6f
Godl Ateventidc It was light,
! See that you do honor to the aged.
A philosopher stood at the corner of
the street day after day, saying to the
passers-by: "You will be an old man;
You will be an old man." ''Yon viii
be an old woman; you will be an old
woman People thought he tvas
caKy. I do not think that he Was,
Smooth the way for that mothers feet,
they have not many more steps to
take. Steady those lettering limbsI
they will soon be at rest Plow not up
that face with any more wrinkles:
trouble and care have marked it full
enough. Thrust no thorn into that
old heart; ii will soon tease to
beat. THE eye that mocketh
Its father, and refused to
obey its mother, the ravens
of the valley shall pick it out and the
young eagles shall eat it, The bright
morning and the hot MONDAY of life
have passed with many. 1t is four
o'cloclx! five o'clockl six o'clockl The
shadows fall longer and thicker and
faster. Seven o'clockl eight o'cloclkI
| The sun has dipped below the horizon;
the warmth has gone out of the air.
Nine o'clockl ten o'clochl The heavy
dews are fallings the activities of life's
day are all hushed; 1t is time to go to
bed. Eleven o'c1ockl twelve o'clock
The patriarch sleeps the blessed sleep,
the cool sleep, the long sleep. Heavens
messengers of light have lxindled bon
fires of victory all over the heavens.
At eventime it is light Light
Ny text shall also find fulfillment In
the latter days of the church. Only
few missionaries, few churches,
| few good men, compared with the in
L.
I 1t is early yet in the history of every
thing good. Civilization and Chris
tianity are just getting out of the
cradle. The light of martyr-stakes,
flashing all up and down the sky, is
but the flaming of the morning; but
when the evening of the world shall
come, glory to Gods conquering truth,
it shall be light. Wars sword clang-
ing back in the scabbard; intemper-
ance, buried under ten thousand
broken decanters; the worlds impuri-
ty. turning it's brow heavenward for
the benediction: blessed are the pure
in heart;" the last vestige of selfish
ness submerged in MISUNDERSTANDING
charities; all China worshiping DIR.
Abeers Saviour; all India believing in
Henry Martyrs Bible; aboriginal SUI
perstition acknowledging David Brain
erd's piety; human bondage delivered
through Thomas Clarksons Chris
tianity; vagrancy coming back from
It's pollution at the call of Elizabeth
Fry's Redeemer; the mountains cam
ing down; the valleys going up; ''holi-
ness inscribed on horses bell,
and silkworm's thread and brown
thrashers wing and shells tinge, and
manufacturers shuttle, and chemists
laboratory. and kings scepter, and ma
TONS magma charta. Not a hospital,
for there are no wounds; not an asylum,
for there are no orphans; not prison,
for there are no criminals; not an
alms-house, for there are no paupers;
not tear, for there are no sorrows.
The long dirge of earth's lamentation
has ended in the triumphal march of
redeemed empires, the forests harping
it on vine-strung branches, the
water chanting it among the gorges,
the thunders drumming it among
the hills, the ocean giving
it forth with its organs, trade
winds touching the keys and Eurocly-
don's foot on the pedal. want to see
John Howard when the last prisoner
is reformed; / want 20 sec Florence
Nightingale when the last saber
wound has stopped hurting; / want to
see William Penn when the last Indian
has been civilized; want to see John
Huss when the last flame of persecu-
tion has been extinguished; want to
see John Bunyan after the last pill
grim has come to the gate of the Celes-
tial City; above all, want to see Jesus
after the last saint has his throne and
begun to sing hallelujah!
You have watched the calmness and
the glory of the evening hour. The la
borers have come from the field. The
heavens are glowing with an indescrib
able effulgence, as though the sun in
departing had forgotten to shut the
gate after it. All the beauty of cloud
and leaf swim in the lake. For star
in the sky, star in the water; Heaven
above and Heaven beneath. Not a leaf
rustling, or bee humming or grass
hopper chirping- Silence in the mead
ow; silence among the hills
Thus bright and beautiful shall be the
evening of the world. The heats of
earthly conflict are cooled. The glory
of Heaven fills all the scene with love
and Joy and peace. At eventime it is
light light!
Finally, my text shall find fulfllment
at the end of Christians life. You