The evening call. [volume] (Topeka, Kan.) 1891-1893, 1893-06-21

was what the world called great MAI
" There were hundreds of people VIII
would have considered it the create:
. honor of their life just to have hi
speak to them, yet although he is so hig
up in worldly position he is not beyon
the reach of Ehud's dagger l see
II great many people trying to climb up i
: social position having an idea that Their
Is safe place somewhere far above, no
knowing that the mountain of fame ha
a top like Mont Blanc, covered with per
petual snow.
We laugh at the children of Shinar TO
trying to build tower that would reacl
! to the Heavens. but | think il our eve
sight were only good enough we coulC
see Babel in many a dooryard. Oh
the struggle is fierce! 1t is store agains
store, house against house, street agains
street, nation against nation. The goa
for which men are running is chairs anC
chandeliers and mirrors and houses anC
lands and Presidential equipments II
they get what they anticipate. what have
they got? Men are not safe from cal.
jimmy while they live, and worse than
that they are not safe after they are
dead, for l have seen swine root up
graveyards.
One day man goes up into publicity,
and the world does him honor. and oeo-
pie .climb up into sycamore trees to
watch him as he passes, and as he
goes along on the shoulders of the people
| there is waving of hats and a wild
| huzza Tomorrow the same man is
caught between the laws Of the printing
press and mangled and bruised, and the
very same persons who applauded him
before cry: Down with the traitor!
Down with himl'
BeIshazzars Feast.
Belshazzar sits at the feast, the mighty
men OF Babylon sitting all around him
Wit sparkles like wine, and the wine like
the wit. Music rolls up among the chan
deliers; the chandeliers flash down on
the decanters. The breath of hanging
gardens floats in on the night air: the
voice of reyelry floats ont. Amid
wreaths and tapestry and folded ban
ners finger writes. The march of IA
host is heard on the stairs. Laughter
catches in the throat. A thousand hearts
stop beating. The blow is struck. The
blood on the floor is richer hued than the
wine on the table. The kingdom has
departed.
BelShazzar was no worse perhaps than |
hundreds of people in Babylon, but his |
position slew him. Oh, be content with |
just such position as God has placed |
you in. 1t may not be said of us, "He
was great general" or "He was an
honored chieftain,'' or He was mighty
IN worldly attainments," but this thing
may be said of you and me- He was a
good citizen, faithful Christian, friend
OF Jesus" And that in the last day will
be the highest of all eulogiums.
learn further from this subject that
death comes to the Summer house.
Eglon ala not expect to die in that fine
place. Amid all the flower leaves that
1rlIted ike summer snow into the win
dow, in the tinkle and the dash of the
fountains, In the sound Of thousand
caves tiuttering on one tree branch. in
me cool breeze that came up to shake
eVerlsh trouble out of the Kings locks '
there was nothing that spake of death.
put there he died! In the winter when
The snow is a shroud, and when the +
Wind is dirge, it is easy to think of our 4
but when the weather is a
pleasant and all our surroundings are v
agreeable how difficult it is for us to ap- s
lreclate the truth that we are mortal! t
And yet my text teaches that death I
oes sometimes come TO the summer .p
louse. /;
He is blind and cannot see the leaves. j
lie is deaf and cannot hear the foun- v
aims. Oh, if death would ask US for I
lctlms we could point him to hundreds t.
/ people who would rejoice to have C
lin come. Push back the door of that s.
ovel. Look at that little child-cold s
nd sick and hungry. 1t has never a
card the name of God but in blasphemy. b
'arents intoxicated, staggering around h
IS straw bed Oh, death, there is a b
lark for thee! Up with it into the C,
ght! Before these little feet stumble on W
fe's pathway, give them rest 81
Here is All aged man. He has done his
York. He has done it gloriously. The W
ompaniOns Of his youth are all gone. CT
is children dead. He longs to be at pi
EST, and YEARLY the days aud the nights it
ass. He says. Come, Lord Jesus, Ii
ONE quickly" Oh, death. there is a re
ark for thee! Take from him the staff II
I'd give him the sceDter! Up with him bi
ITO the light where eyes never grow bC
i'm, and the air whitens not through
le long years of eternity. All. death
iii not do that. Death turns back from
he straw bed and from the aged man
'ady Tor the skies and comes to the sum- "
er house. C,
What doest thou here, thou bonv. b
hastily monster, amid this waving grass a.
Id under this sunlight sitting through 81
e tree branches? Children are At plav Il
ow quickly their feet go and their locks L.
SIS in the wind! Father and mother f.
and at the side of the room looking on ~,
Joying their glee- 1t does not seem -
'sslble that the wolf should ever break 80 -
to that fold and carry off a lamb "a
eanwhile an old archer stands looking I'D
rough the thiCket He points his "
row at the brightest Of the groun. He III
a sure marksman. The bow bends. pl
e arrow speeds. Hush now, The NJ
lick feet have stopped. and the locks pc
SIS no more in the wind. Laughter it,
S gone out Of the hall. Death in the tn
MINER house. Il,
The Fathers Home Coming. #
Here is father in midife. His coming in
me at night is the signal for mirth W,
he children rush TO the door. and there tn
books on the evening stand, and the to
urs pass awav on glad feet There il su
thing wanting 10 that home Religion Il,
there and sacrifices on the altar morn 81