Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1893-06-24
1laarn further from this subjec. the. death

ta!L1 SIN the SOUND OF a thousand leaves tut
term. on one tree branch in the cool breeze
that came up TO shake feverish trouble ont OF
TIL E:ng's locks. there was nothing that spake
OF death. BAT there he died !. In the winter,
when the snow Is a shroud, and when the
wind Is q dirye, i. is easy % think OF our
mortality. but when the weather is pleasant
and all cur surroundings ara agreeable how
difficult il is tor Us ID appreciate the truth
that We are mortal. And ". my text teaches
that death does sometimes come to the SUN
-,uer house.
H IS blind and cannot sac the leaves. He
il ieas and cannot hear the fountains. Oh,
itleath would ask Us for Victims. We could
point hln to hundreds q people who would
rejoice - have MIN cone. Iush back the
door n that howell. fL0oa a. thet little chilt
COLI and sick AM hungry. II has never
hrarl the name of God lat III blasphemy.
Parents intoxicated staggering around is
tho Upawith it into the light, Before
tbs. little feet stumble Ii lIies pathway give
the,l rest.
~Itere is an aged man. He has done his
worI. He has ionen glorlousIv. The e9m-
pan a..s Of his youth are ali gone his chil-
dran .oai. lie longs 70 ba at rest, ami
! " the days and the nights pass. He
s4E-. Come, Lord Jesus. come quickly"
on, 18th, there is q mark .or thee! Take
fro4 him the staff AMI give him the sreptrei
Up with him into the light. where eyes never
grow lin. and the hair whit ne not through
III" long years OF eternity. An. death Will
not 10 tlat. Death turns back from the
/ strt~ bed and from the aged man rea u TOT
\ thc -..eS and comes to the summer noT-r.
, VT ,ioest thou here, thou hony. -rlztly
mo- r, amid this waving grass and Under
thl~ might sitting through tho tree
brl ~ Children are at play How quickly
TN { go and their locks toss in the windl
1&t, and mother stand at the side OF tho
roo.a .,oking on, enjoying their g!ep. II
60 I seem possible that the wolf should
exc. ak into that fold and carry of a
Ia Meanwhile an Old archer stands look
IN i,ughthethicket. He points his arrow
III tn arightest Of the croup-he is a sure
ma .~.uan- the bow bends, the arrow speedal
H't~ uowt The quick feet have stopped,
ana the locks toss no more Ia tho wind.
Laughter has gone out OF the hall. Death
IN the summer house
Here is q father in midlifo. His COMING
home at night is the signal for mirth. Tho
children rush to the door. anither1 arebuoSS
on the evening stand, and tn" hours l,aS5
AWAY on glad feet. There is nothing want.
Ing in that home. Religion is there and
sacrifices on the altar mornin,, ana night.
Aou look in that household ana say u can
not think Of anything happier. I 10 not
really believe the world is 50 sad q Tla.t IS
SOM" people describe it to be" The scel4e
changes. Father is Sick. Tho doors must
be kept smut. The deathwatch chirps cole
fully on the hearth. The children whisper
ana walk softly where once they rOmpnd.
Passing the house late at night. you zee tho
quIck glanclng OF lights from room to room.
1t Is ali over. Death IN the umIner hous:.
Here is an aged mother-aged but not in
firm You think you will have the Joy Of car
ing Tor her wants a good while W. As che
goes from house to house. TO children and
gran lchAdren, her coming is a dropping Of
s%.alglt IN the dwelling. Your children see
her coming through the lane, and they cry,
Gran nother's Gomez! Care for YOU has
mar.t~! up her face with many a deer
wrinkle. ANA her back stoopss with ear
ryin5 your burdens. Some days she is
vrrs quiet. She says She is not
SICK. but something tells you you
will not much longer have mother. She vii
SIT with You no longer at the table nor 1t the
hearth Her soul goes out SO gently you DC
not exactly know the moment Of its going
Foil the hands that have done &C many kind.
fnt-~ ; fpr YOU right over the heart that has
h"as "ith love for you since before you were
t't"'t. Let the pilgrim rest. She is weary
I'e.t3 III the summer house.
tte1i"r n cut us what we will OF comfort
an luxury. when the pale messenger comes
l. 81 : not stop to look at the architecture
~ ,pll>' before he comes in. nor entering
TO- T" wait to examine the pictures we have
&ttthtr ! On the wall, or bending over You
Itit1T r. does not stop to see whether there
j. = ~ ~ IN the cheek, or gentleness i'll tn
cN%. oF "trlllgenfe III the brow. But VIVA
oi tit: Must we stand for ever mourning
among ~ graves OF our dead, No. No! Tn,
","pl" hengal bring cages Of birds to TIL
Srssye9 ttseir dead and then they open tn,
'ii@fS, ;i the birds 60 singing heaverIward
s. . '.Ii hiring TO the graves Of your dea,
Al triJilt thoughts and congratulations an
hi' til"}i think Of victory and redemption.
stamp 81 tho bottom Of the grave, and i
breaks through into the light and glory 0
HEAVIER.
III" anelents used to think that the strait
entering the Red sea were very danCerou
~lla'"s. - they supposed that every ship tina
won't through those straits would be de
strovad, AMI they were In the habit of put
ting on Y"eds Of mourning for those who
Lad gor" On that voyage. as though they
We7" : tUally dead. Do you know what the
| called tta,i1e straits? They call them the
) "Gat" II Tears oh, | stand TO-DAY at tn
gate Of tears through which many Of YOU
loved ones have gone, and want to tell yo1
{ that all are not shipwrecked that have gon
t through those straits into the great ocea,
> stretching out beyond.
The sound that comes from that othe
. shore on still nights when We are wrappe
u prayer makes me think that the departe.
i, arr not dead. We are the dead-we VIII
thi. We VINO weep. We who Sln-we are tn
{. dead. How my heart aches for human so,
! roW. This sound Of breaking hearts that
: hear ali about mel This last look of face
that Will never brighten again : This las
I Kiss .of. lips that never will speak again
Ihts wiiowhood and orphanage: Oh, whe
: w.tltne day Of sorrow be gomez
= After the sharpest winter the spring dis
" mounts from the shoulder Of 8 southern cal
n ant puts its warm hand upon the earth. an.
: IL It's palm there comes the grass, and ther
{ ONE the flowers. and God reads over tn
I poetry OF bird and brook n bloom An
: p~ronounces it very good. What, ny friend.
; If every winter had not its spring. and ever
nishF is day. and every gloom its glow. an
every litter now its sweet hereafter? l. Va
hay .ton on the sea, you know. as the shi
Il p-~v-in the night. there Is a phosphores~r
!, tracAiett behind il, and as the waters roll u
teey toss With unimayiQable sp!endor. Vel
across this great ocean OF human ruhl
Jsus wa!ss. On, thssi II the phosphora.ceu
F, r. : = His feet We might all follow and {
Ga4-lse!t
A"r+ was q Sentleran i the rail car ".
. s." ~ LAT same cac three Passengers c
: .srS#rt S--z-t "Reminiscences IT, g.