The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-07-12

JOnn anger James, 10 the last proclaim
ing the gospel to the masses of Birming-
ham; of Theodore FrelinghuyseE down
TO feebleness and emaciation devoting
his illustrious faculties to the kingdom
of God. At eventide 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 pass
ersby: You will be an old man; you
will be an old man." you will be an
old woman; you will be an old woman"
People thought he was crazy. do not
think that he was Smooth the way for
that mothers feet; they have not many
more steps to take. Steady those tot
terng limbs; they will soon be at rest
Plow not up that face with any more
wrinkles; trouble and care have marked
IL full enough. Thrust no thorn into
that old heart; it will soon cease to beat.
The eye that mocketh it's father and
refuseth to obey its mother the ravens
of the valley shall pick ii out and the
young eagles shall eat it,"
Inc bright morning and hot MONDAY
OF life have passed with many. 1t is
o'clock 8 O'Clock! 6 o'clock! The shad-
owS fall longer and thicker and faster
Seven O'Clock! o'clock The sun has
dipped below the horizon; the warmth
mas gone out of the air. Nine o'clocki
10 O'Clock! The heavy dews are falling;
the activities of life's day are all hush
ed; IT is time to go to bed Eleven
o'clocki u o'clock The patriarch sleeps
the dressed sleep, the cool sleep, the
long sleep. Heavens messengers of
light have Kndled bonfires of victory all
over the heavens. At eventime it Is
light-light!
Latter Days of the Church.
My text shall also find fulfillment in
the latter days of the church. Only a
Few missionaries, few churches, few
good men, compared with the institu-
tions leprous and putrefed.
1t is early yet in the history Of every
thing good. Civilization and Christian
ity 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
conquerlng truth, it shall be light. Wars
| sword Changing back in the scabbard;
mtemperance buried under 5000 broken
decanters; the worlds impurity turning
| its brow heavenWard for the benedic-
| ton, Blessed are the pure in heart"
| the last vestige of selfishness submerged
| In heaven descending charities; all China
worshlping DR.. Abeel's Saviour; all In
| Ola believing in Henry Martyrs bible:
9porlglnal superstition acknowledging
David Bra1nerd'S piety; human bondage
delivered through Thomas Clarkson's
| christianity; vagrancy coming back
! from its pollution at the call of Eliza
beth Fry's Redeemer; the mountains
coming down the valleys: the valleys
going up; holiness inscribed on
horses bell and silkworm's thread and
brown thrasher's wing and shells tinge
| and manufacturers shuttle and chem
| lists laboratory and kings scepter and
nations 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 almShOuse, for there
| are no paupers; not a tear, for there are
| no sorrows. The long dirge of earth's
fermentation 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
J thundeTS drumming it among the hills,
/ the ocean giving it forth with it's organs,
| trade winds touching the keys, and euro
clydon's foot on the pedal.
| want to see John Howard when the
last prisoner is reformed | want to see
| Florence Nightingale when the last sa-
| Der wound has stopped hurting; | want
| to see Willianl-Penn when the last In
| dian has been civilized; / want to see
John Huss when the last flame of perse-
| cutfon has been eXtinguished; 1 want to
see John Bunyan after the last pilgrim
! has come to the gate of the Celestial
| City. Above all, / want to see Jesus
| after the last saint has his throne and
begun to sing halleluiah!
Glory of the Evening.
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 indescTib-
| able effulgence, as though the sun in de-
| parting had forgotten to shut the gate
after it. All the beauty of cloud and
] leaf swims 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 chipping. Silence in the meadow,
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 fulflllment
| at the end of the Christian life. You
| know how a short winters day is, anu
| how little work you can do. Now, my
| friends, life is a short winters day. The
| sun rises at s and sets at f. The birth
| angel and death angel fly only little
| way apart. Baptism and burial are
| near together. With one hand the moth
er rocks the cradle and with the other
she touches the grave
/ went into the house OF one OF my
| parishioners on Thanksgiving day. The
| little child of the household was bright
and glad, and with 1t 1 bounded up and
| down the hall. Christmas day came, and
| the light of that household had persisted.
| We stood with black book reading over
i the grave, ashes to ashes, dust to
/ dust.
But I hurl away this darkness! 1 can
not have you weep. Thanks be unto
| God Who giveth us the victory, at event
+ time IL should be light! have seen
many Christians die. 1 never saw any
| of them die in darkness. What if the
pillows of death do rise above our CIR
| die. who does not love to battle? What
| though other lights do go out I'm the
| blast what do we want Of them when
all the gates of glory swing open before
| us and from a myriad voices, a myriad
! harps, a myriad thrones, a myriad pal
| aces there dash upon us, "HOsannai Ho-
| sanna!'
Throw back the shutters and let the
| sun come in" said dying Scoville McCol-
4 lum, one OF my Sabbath school boys.
| You can see Paul putting on robes and
| wings of ascension as he eXclaims, 81
| have fought the good fight; I have fin
| ished my course; l have kept the faith"
| Hugh McKail went to one side of the
scaffold Of martyrdom and cried: Fare
| well, sun, moon, and starsl Farewell,
| all earthly delightsP' Then went to the
| other side Of the scaffold and cried:
'sWelcome God and Father Welcome,
| sweet Jesus Christ, the Mediator of the
| covenant. Welcome, DEATH Welcome,
/ glory"
A minister of Christ I'm Philadelphia,
dying said in his last moments, Il move
into the lightw They did not go down
doubling and fearing and shivering, but
| their battlecry rang through all the cav