Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1893-07-10

| for the race. or sent the bill flying sky
high
But youth will not always last. It
stays only laa5 enough to give us exu-
berant spirits, and broa.l shoulders for
burden carrying, and an arm with which
to battle or way througll difficulties
Life's path if you follow it long enough
will come under frowninG crag and
across trembling causeway Blessed old
age if you let it come naturally. You
cannot hide it. You may try to cover
the wrinkles, but you cannot cover the
wrinkles. If the time has come for you
to be old, be not ashamed to be old. The
| grandest things in all the universe are
old Old mountains, old rivers, old
seas, old stars and an old eternity. Then
! do not be ashamed to be old unless you
are older than the mountains and older
| than the stars
How men and women will liei They
FAY they are 30, but they are CO. They
FAY they are 90, but they are 30. They
say they are 60, but they are 80. How
some people will liei Glorious old age
if found in the way of righteousness
How beautiful the old age of Jacob, lean
ing on the top of his staff, of John Quin-
CY AOdIIlS IaIlIuS3 Will Tic Hairless Oh,
of Washington Irving sitting pen in
hand amid the scenes himself had made
classical, of John Angel James to the
last proclai1ning the gospel to the masses
of Birmingham, of Theodore Freling-
huysen down to feebleness and emacia-
ton devoting his illustrious faculties to
the kingdom of God At eventide it was
light!
See that you do honor to the aged. 4
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 totter-
ing limbs-thcy 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. 1T Will soon cease to
beat. The eye that mocketh its father
and refuseth to obey its mother, the
ravens of the valley shall pick it ont, and
the young eagles shall eat it,
The bright morning and hot MONDAY
of life have passed with many. 1t is
4 o'clock! o'clock! o'clock! The
shadows fall longer and thicker and
faster. Seven o'clock! o'clock! The
sun has dipped below the horizon The
warmth has gone out of the air. Nine
o'clockl 10 o'clock! The heavy dews are
falling. The activities of life's day are
all hushed 1t is time to go to bed.
Eleven o'clock! 10 o'clock! The patri-
arch sleeps the blessed sleep, the cool
sleep, the long sleep Heavens messen-
gers of light have kindled bonfres of
victory all over the heavens At even
time it is ight-ight!
Ny text shall also find fuIfillment III
the latter days of the church Only
few missionaries, few churches, IL few
good men. compared with the instit1l-
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
ND 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 changing back in the scabbard;
inte1nperance buried under 10 900 broken
decanters; the worlds impurity turn
ing its brow heavenward for the bene
diction, ''Blcssed are the pure in heart;
the last vestige of sellishness submerged
in heaven descending charities; all
China worshiping DR.. Abeel's Say
Jour: all India believing in Henry
Martyrs Bible; aboriginal superstition
acknowledging David Brainerd's piety:
human bondage delivered through Thorn
as Clar<son's Christianity; vagrancy
coming back from its pollution at the
call of Elizabeth Fry's Redee1ner; the
mountains coming down; the valleys go
ing up; holiness inscribed on horses
bell and silkworm's thread and brown
thrasher's wing and shells tinge and
manufacturers shuttle and chemists
laboratory and kings scepter and ma
TONS Magma Charta. Not Il hospital
for there are no wounds; not an asylum,
for there are no orphans; not Il prison.
for there are no criminals; not an aims
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 EN-
pires, the forests harping it on vine
strung branches, the water C0anU1nS 1t
among the gorges. the thunders drum
ming it among the hills. the ocean Civ
ing it forth with its organs, trade winds
touching the keys and euroclydon's foot
on the pedal
want to see John Howard when the
last prisoner is reformed. | want to see
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 fame of persecution
has been extinguished. | want to see