The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-07-10

. man you WllI De- an ola woman. t.thltD
thought hc was crazy ] DO not think
mothers feet they have not many more
. steps 90 take Steady those lettering
limbs they will soon boz at rest Plough
not mp that face with amy more wrinkles;
trouble ana care have marked II full
enough. Thrust no thorn into that old
heart 10 will soon cease Co beat The
eye that mOcSeth It's father, and retuseth
To obey its mother, the ravens of the val
ley shall pick il ont, and the young
eagles shall eat it," The bright
morning and hot MONDAY of life have
passed with many. 1t is : o'clock 3
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
ont of the air. Nine o'clock 10 O'Clock !
The heavy deWs are falling; the activities
/ Of LIES day are all hushed; 10 is time 10
go to bed Eleven o'clock. II O'Clock ,
The patriarch sleeps the blessed sleep. the
. cool sleep. the long sleep. Heavens mes
I sengers of light have kindled bOutires Of
. victory all over the heavens. At eventime
. it is light, Light,
My text shall also find fulilment in the
/ latter days of the church. Only a few
/ missionaries, a few churches few good
/ men, compared with the institutions lep-
rous and purified.
/ II is early yet in the history Of every
/ thing good. Civilization and Christianity
/ arc 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 con-
! curing truth, it shall be light Wars
sword changing back in the scabbard /;
intemperance buried under ten thousand
| broken decanters; the worlds impuritv
! ira brpVy baa Td
benediction, Blessed are the pure in
heart;' the last vestige of seltishuess
| submerged in Notwithstanding chart
ties all China worshiping DR. Abeels
Savior; all India believing in Henry
Martyrs Bible; aboriginal superstition
| acknowledging David lBrainerd's piety;
human bondage delivered through
Thomas Clarkson's Christianity; va
grancy coming back from its pollution at
the call of Elizabeth Fry's Redeemer,
the mountains coming down; the valleys
going up, holiness inscribed on horses
bell, and silkworms thread, and brown
| thrasher's wing, and shells tinge and
manufacturers shuttle, and CHEMISTS
| laboratory, and kings sceptre, and ma
tions magma charta. Not a hospital, for
there are no wounds not an asylum, for
| there are no orphans; not a prison, for
there are no criminals not an aims house,
for there are no paupers not a tear for
there are no sorrows. The long dirge of
earth's lamentation has ended in the tri-
umphal march of,redeemed empires. the
forests harping it on Vine-strung
branches, the water chanting it among
| tie gorges, the thunders drumming it
among the hills, the ocean giving 1t 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 Flor
enCe Nightingale when the last sabre
wound has stopped hurting | want to see
| William Penn when every Indian has
been civilized; l want to see John Huss
when the last fame of persecution has
! been eXtinguished; | 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 arrived at his throne and begun to
sing halleluiah
the glory of the evening hour. The la
borers have come from the field The
| heavens are glowing with an indescriba-
| BILE effulgcnCe, 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 a star in the
sky. a star in the water; heaven above,
and heaven beneath. Not leaf rustling,
or a bee humming, or a grasshopper
chirping 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 fulflment at
the end of the Christians life. You know
hOwtshort winters day is, and how lit
tie work you can do. Now my friends.
life is a short winters day. The sun
rises at eight and sets at four The birth
angel and death-angel fly only a little
way apart. Baptism and burial are near
together. With one hand the mother
rocks the cradle, and with the other she
touches the grave.
went into the house Of one of my par
ishioners on Thanksgiving day. The lit
tie child of the household was bright and
glad, and with it bounded up and down
the hall. Christmas day came, and the
light of that household had persisted. We
stood, with black book, reading over the
grave, ASHES to ashes, dust to dust"
But hurl away this darkness. l can
not have you weep Thanks be unto God
who giveth us the victory, at eventime it
shall be light / have seen many Chris
tians die. Inever saw any of them die in
darkness. What if the pillows of death
do rise above our girdle who does not
love TO bathel What though other lights
do go out in the blast, what do we want
of them when all the gates of glory swing
open before us, and from a myriad voices,
myriad harps, a myriad thrones, a my
Rad palaces, there dash upon US, 'Hosan-
nah HOsannah :"
Throw back the shutters and let
the sun come in" said dying Scoville
/ Medium, one of my Sabbath school
boys. You can see Paul putting on robes.
ana wings of ascension rs he exclaims II
/ have fought the good fight | have finish
/ ed my course; ! have kept the faith. s"
/ Hugh M'Kail went to one side of the
/ scaffold of martyrdom and cried: Fare
/ well sun, moon and stars farewell all
| earthly dehghtsw Then went to the
/ other side of the scaifold and cried
/ Welcome God and Father! Welcome
/ sweet Jesus Christ, the mediator of the
/ covenant! Welcome death Welcome
/ glorym a minister of Christ in Phila-
/ delphia, dying, said, in his last moments.
| 81 move into the lightp They did not
/ go down doubling and fearing and shiv-
/ ering, but their battle cry rang through
[ all the caverns of the sepulchre. and was
| echoed back from all the thrones of heav-
| en, 20 death whore is thy sting Q grave.
/ where is thy victory2' Sing, my soul.
! Of joys to come.
/ I saw "a beautiful being wandering IN
and down the earth. She touched the
| aged and they became young She
/ touched the poor, and they became rich