Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1893-06-10


of fame has top like Mont Blanc, Gov
cred with perpetual snow.
We laugh ut the children of Shinar
for trying to build n tower that could
reach to the heavens: but think, II
our eyesight were only good enough,
we could see Babel in many door
yard. ooh! the struggle is fierce. 1t is
store against store, house against
house. street against street, nation
againt nation. The goal for which
men are running is chairs and chande-
liers, and mirrors, and houses, and
lands, and presidential equipments. II
they get what they anticipate. what
have they got? Men are not safe from
calumny while they live, and, worse
than that. they are not safe after they
are dead; for have seen swine root up
gravcyards One day man goes up
into publicity. and the world does him
honor, and people climb up into syca-
more trees to watch him rs he passes,
and, as he goes along on the shoulders
of the people. there is II waving of hats
and wild huzza. Tomorrow the same
man is caught between the jaws of Il
printing press and mangled and bruised,
and the very same persons who APP
plauded him before cry: Down with
the traitor. down with him
Belshazzar sits Mt the feast, the
mighty men of Babylon sitting all
around him. Wit sparklcs like the
wine, and the wine like the wit. Music
rolls up among the chandeliers, the
chandeliers flash down on the decant-
ers, the breath of hanging gardens
float in on the night air, the voice of
revelry floats out. Amidst wreaths and
tapestry. and folded banners. Il finger
writes The march of host is heard
on the stairs. Laughter catches in the
throat. A thousand hearts stop beat
ing. The blow is struck. The blood
on the floor is richer-hued than the
wine on the table. The kingdom has
departed. BclshaZzar was no worse,
perhaps, than hundreds of people in
Babylon. but his position slew him.
Oh, be content with just such posi-
tiou us God has placed You in. 1t may
not be said of us: "He was great
general" or "he was an honorcd chief
tain" or ''he was mighty in worldly
attachments" but this thing may be
said of you and me: ''Ilc was good
citizen. faithful Christian. friend of
Jesus" And that in the last day will
be the highest of all culogiums.
learn further from this subject that
death comes to the summer house.
Eglon did not expect to die in that fine
place. Amidst all the flower leaves
that drifted like summer snow into the
window: in the tinllle and the dash OF
the fountains: in the sound of IA thou
sand leaves Tutoring on one tree
branch: in the cool breeze that came to
shake up feverish trouble out of the
kings locks-there was nothing that
spakc of death. but there he died. In
the winter when the snow is shroud,
and when the wind is dirge. it is easy
to think of our mortality. but when the
weather is pleasant, and all our sur
roundings are agreeable. how diff
cult it is for us to appreciate
the truth that we are mortal And yet
nv text teaches that death does some
times come to the summer house. He is
blind and cannot see the leaves. lie is
deaf and cannot hear the fountains.
Oh, if death would ask us for victims, we
could point hintto hundreds of people
who would rejoice to have him come.
Push back the door of that hovel. Look
at the child-cold. and sick, and hun
CRY. 1t has never heard the name of
God but in blasphemy. Parents intoX-
icated, staggering around its straw bed.
Oh, death there is n mark for thee.
Up with it into the light! Before these
little feet stumble on life's pathway,
give them rest.
Here is an aged man. He has done
his work lie has done it gloriously.
The companions of his youth are all
gone, his children dead, he longs to be
at rest, and YEARLY the days and the
nights pass. He says, Come, Lord
Jcsus-come quickly" Oh, death,
there is mark for thee. Take from
him the staff and give him the
scepter. Up with him into the light,
where eyes never grow dim and the air
whitens not through the long years OF
eternity. All, death will not do that.
Death turns back from the straw bed,
and from the aged man ready for the
skies, and comes to the summer
house. What dost thou here,
thou bony, CHASTITY monster, amidst
this waving grass, and under
this sunlight sitting through the tree
branches? Children are ut play. How
quickly their feet go. and their locks
toss in the wind. Father and mother
stand at the side of the room looking
on, enjoying their glee. 1t does not
seem possible that the wolf should ever
break into that fold and carry off a
lamb. Meanwhile an old archer stands
looking through the thicket. Hepoints