Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1893-07-15

TIE wrinkles, but you cannot cover the
wrinkles. II the time Inns come for you
tosbe old. be not ashamed to he old. The
grandcst things in MI the universe are
old. Old mountains, old rivers. cid
seas, old stars und m old eternity. Then
do not be ashamed to be old unless you
arc older than the mountains and older
than the stars
how men and women will Hcl They
say they nro. no. bit they GTe GO. They
shy they are 90, but they are So They
say they are 60, but they arc CO. How
some people will lie! Glorious old age
If found In the way Of Righteousness!
How beautiful the o!dngc of Jacob, lean
ing OH the top of his staff. of John Quin-
cy Adams falling with the harness on.
of Washington Irving sitting pen in
hand amid the scenes himself had made
classical, of John Angel James To the
last proclailninS tho gospel to tho n::isscs
Of Birmingham. of Theodore Freling-
huysen down to rccbleness and c.laciii-
ton devoting Iiis illlstrious faculties to
the kingdom of God At ovcntide it Was
light!
See that Jon do honor to the ngf~i. A
philosopher stool ut the corner Of the
street day after day saying To tire pass
crsby: 'You will 10 i'm old man. You
will be m old man. You will be IN
old woman You will bean old woman.
People thought Ike wns crazy do not
think that he YVES Smooth the way for
that mother'a fcet-they have not many
moro steps to take. Steady those totter-
ing limbs-they will soon be ut rest.
Plow not mp TINT face with any more
wrinkles. Trouhleun core lave marked
it full. enough Thrust no thorn into
that old heart It will soon cease to
beat, Tie eye TINT lnocketh its father
and refuscsh to obey its mother, the
ravens of thcvalley. shnll pick it out, and
tho young eagles shall. cat it.
Tho bright morning and hot monday
of lifo hove pissed with many. It Is
a o'clock! oclockl O'clock! The
shadows fall longer and thicker and
faster. Seven o'clock! 8 o'clock! The
sun has dipped below the horizon. The
warmth has gone ont Of tho air. Nine
o'clock! 10 O'clock. Tho heavy dews are
falling. Tho activities OF lifc's day are
all hushcd l. liz time TO 30 to bed
Eleven o'clocki l2 o'clock! The pitri-
arch sleeps tho blessed sleep. tho cool
sleep. the long sleep. Heavens uie.sen-
gers OF light have kindled bonfres of
victory Ill over tho heavens Al even
time it is light-light!
My text shall also find fulfllment in
the latter duys of the church. Only q
few missionaries. IL few churches, few
good men. compared with the institu-
tions leprous and putre6ed.
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 finishing all
up and down tho Sky is but the flaming
Of the morning, but when the evening of
the world shall como, glory to Gods
conquering truth. it shall DO light Wars
sword changing bnck in the scabbard;
intempcrance buried underl 0 600 broken
decanters; the worlds impurity turn
ing :itss6row heayenward for The benes
diction, lessel aresthe purG1 in: heart;;g.
the last vestigo Of selfishness snbmerged
in heaven descending charities; all
China worshiping DR.. Abeel's Saw
Jour; all India believing In Henry
Martyrs Bible: aboriginal superstition
acknowledging David Brninerd's piety;
human bondage delivered through Thorn
as Clarkson's Christianity; vagrancy
coming back from its pollution ct the
call Of Elizabeth Fry's Tledeemer: the
mountains coming down; the valleys 60
ing up: "holincss" inscribed on horse's
bell and silllworm's thread and brown
thrasher's wing and shells tinSe and
manufacturers shuttle and chemists
laboratory and kings sccptcr md ma
tons Mngnn Charta- Not hospital.
for there are no wounds; not an asylum.
for there nro 10 orphans; not u prison.
for there are no criminals; not On aims
house, for there are no paupers; not u
tear. for thero ure no sorrowsp The long
dirgo of earth's lnmentation has ended
in tho triumphnl march of redeemed en-
pircs, the forests harping it on vine
strung branches, the water chanting it
among the gorges, tho thunders drum
ming 1t among the hills. the ocean CIV
ing it forth with its organs, trade winds
touching tho keys md ouroclydon's foot
on the pedal.
| want to SEQ John Howard when the
last prisoner is reformed. want to see
Florence Nightingale when the last saber
wound hns stopped hurting. | want to
see William Penn when the last Indian
has been civilized won't to SEQ John
Huss whom the last flame of persecution
has been extinguished. want to see
John Bunyan after the last pilgrim has
como To the cato Of the Celestial City.
Above all. want to eco Jesus after the
last saint has his throne and begun to
ring halleluiah!
You have watched the calmness and
the glory of the evening hour. The To-
borers have come from the field The
heavens are glowing with an indescrib-
able elfulgcpce, AZ though the sun In de-
parting Ind forgotten to shut the gate
after it. All the beauty Of cloud and
leaf swins In the lake. For astar In the
sky, u star in the water-heayen above
and heaven beneath. Not leaf rus
ting, or bee humnling. OF o grasshopper
chirping Silence in the meadows. 81
lence among the hills.
Thus bright apd beautiful shall be
the evening Of Tho world The heats
OF earthly conflict are cooled. The glory
of heaven fills MI the scene with love
and joy and peace At eventime 1t Is
light-hght!
Finally, My text shall find fulfllment
at the end Of the Christians life. You
know how o abort winters day is, end
how little work you can Go. Now. my
friends, life is o sho-twinter's day. The
sun rises CT and sets ut T. Tho birth
angel and death angel fly only o little