The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1893-07-13

| uueS are h'ung. Inc activities OF life's day
| are all hushcd. II is time to 90 10 bed
Eleven o'clock IL O'Clock. The p,tr,ercb
sleeps the blessed sleep, the cool sleep. the
| long sesp. Heavens messengers OF light
have kindled boniires OF victory all over the
heavens. AZ eyentids II Is lighf-lightl
My text shall also find fulilment In the
Iatfer days OF the church. Only a few mis-.
sionaries, few churches. a few good men.
compared with the institutions leprous and
putrehed
II is early yet I'm the history OF everything
good Civilization and Christianity are Just
getting out OF the cradle. The light of
martyr stakes fashinv all IN and down tho
sky IL but the flaming of the morning, bu,
when the evening OF the world shall
come. glory to Gods conquering truth,
n,, shall be light Wars sword
intemperance buried under 10 900 broken
decanters the worlds impurity turning its
| BROW hsavenward for the benediction
Blessed are the pure In heart = the last
| vestige OF selhshness submerged in heaven
descending charities all China worshipinc
Or. Abeels saviour all India believing in
Henry Martyrs Bible aboriginal supersti-
tion acknowledging David Brainerd's piety
human bondage delivered through Thomas
Clarkson's Christianity vagrancy coming
back from its pollution at the call OF Elizabeth
| Fry kedeemer the mountains roninv
down the valleys going up holiness" In.
scribcd on horse'sbe and silkworms thread
and brown thrasher's wing and SHELLS tinge
| and manufacturers shuttle and chemist =
| laboratory and kings scepter aud Nations
Magma Chnrta. Not q hospital. for therenr
no wounds not an asylum, for there are no
| orphans not prison. for there are no
| criminals not an alnshousc for there are
| no paupers not "A tear, for there are no sor-
| rows The long dirge OF earth lamentation
| has ended In the triumphal march Of r..
| deemed empires the forest harping II ON
4 rfts Arar
among the gorges, the thunders drumming
| II among the hills. the ocean giving II forth
| with it, organs, trade winds touching the
keys aud euroclydon's foot ON the pedal
want to see John Howard whenthc last
1 prisoner u reformed | want to see Florence
| Nightingale when the last sabre wound has
| stopped hurting. | want to see William
| Penn when the last Indian has been civil
.zod. ! want 90 see John Huss when the lasi
| flame OF persecution has been extinguished
/ want to see John Bunyan after the last
pilgrim has come To the gate OF the Celcstia
| City. Above all. want To- ace Jesus after
! the last saint has his throne and begun &c
/ sing hallelujah
| You have watched the calmness aud IN,
| glory OF the evening hour. The aborers have
! come from the field. The heavens ure glow
| ing with an indescribable effdlgSnce, n.
| though the sun In departing had forgotten tt
| shut the gate after II. All the beauty Of clouC
and leaf swims in the lake. For n tar Ia th,
| sky, u star In the watcr-heaven above ana
| heaven beneath. Not leaf rustlisg. or
| bee humming. or graSshopper 'hirpiny.
Silence In the meadows, silence among the
hills.
Thus bright and beautiful shall be- he even.
ing Of the world. The heats OF earthly con
| fiict are cooled. The glory of heaven fills all
| the scene with love and Joy and peace. AZ
eventime II Is light light
Finally. my text shall find fulnllment NJ
| the end Of the Christian life. You know
| how short winters day is and how little
work you can do. Now. my friends, lie is y
short winters day. The sun rises at X and
| sets at I. The birth angel and death angel
! fly only 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
parishioners on Thanksgiving day. The lit.
tie child OF the household was bright and
glad, and with II bounded up and down the
hall. Christmas day came and the light OF
that household had perished. We stood,
with black book, reading over the grave.
"Asbes g ashes dust 10 dust All
But hnrl away this darkness. cannot
have yon weep. Thanks be unto God, who
| giveth us the victory. at eventime Il shall bn
| light have seen many Christians die. I
never saw any OF them die in darkness.
What II the bilows Of death do rise above
our girdie, who does not love TO bathe? whnt
though other lights do go out in the blast.
what do we want OF them when all the gate,
| OF glory swing open before us, and from o
| myriad voices, Il myriad harps, u myriad
| thrones. myriad palaces, there dash upon
| us, "Hosanna Hosanna'' -
Throw back the shutters and let the sun
| come in. said dying Scoville McCollum one
| of my Sabbath-schoo hoys You can see
| Paul putting on robes and win rs OF ascension
as he eNclaims; II have fought the good
| nyht. l have finished my course. | hayg
kept the faith.' Hugh McKail W mt TO one
side of the scafIod Of martyrdom ana cried
Farewell sun, moon and stars Fayewell
all earthly delights = Then went to the other
side OF the scarold and cried Welcome.
God and Father Welcome. sweet Jesus
Christ. the Mediator OF the covenant! Wei
come death Welcome glory"
minister ofChrst in Philadelphia DYING.
said IN his last moments II move into tho
light !! They did not 20 down doubling and
fearing and shivering, but their battiecry
rang through all the cayerns OF the sepul
chre and was echoed back from all the
thrones ofheayen 80 death whore Is thy
sting? grave where il thy victory?'
Sing, rsy soul. of joys 20 come.
saw a beautiful being wandering up and |
down the earth. She touched the aged and
they became young. She touched the poor.
and they became rich. said. "Who i this |
beautiful being. wandering up and down the
earthF" They told me that her name was
Death. What strange thrill OF Joy when |
the palsied Christian begins to use his arm |
| again When the blind Christian begins 10
seq again When the deaf Christian begins !
TO hear again When the poor pilgrim puts !
his feet on such pavement and Joins in such !
| company and has "A free seat In such a great !,
temple
Hungry men no more To huag,r; thirsty |
men no more 10 thirst weeping men no mora |
70 weep dying men no more to die Gather |
up all sweet words, all iubilant expressions. |
all rapturous eNclapatons. Bring them TO |
me. and will pour them upon this stupend- |
Gus theme Of the souls disenthrallment oh. |
the Joy OF the spirit as Il shall mount up !
toward the throne of God shouting: Free! !
Free! Your eye has gazed upon the garni- |
ture OF earth and heaven, but the eye hath .
oot seen 1t. Your eye has caught harmonie5 !
amounted and indescr. .bable-oauSnt them :
from harp trill and birds carol and water
ialls dash and orean's doxoloyy, but the ear
hath not heard It,
How did thOse hlessel nnas net nm inin thu