Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1893-06-05

honor OF their life just to have him
speak to them; yet although he is so
high up in worldly position, he is not
beyond the reach Of Ehud's dagger.
see a great many people trying TO climb
up in social position, having an idea
that there is a great safe place some
wheIe far above. not knowing that the
mountain Of fame has top like Mount
Blanc, covered with perpetual snow.
We laugh at the children OF Shinar
for irving TO build tower that could
reach to the heavens; but l think, if our
eyesight were only good enough, we
could see q Babel in many a door-yard.
Oh, the struggle is fierce! II is store
against store, house against house,
street against street, nation, against
nation. The goal for which men are
running is chairs and chandeliers, ana
mirrors, and houses, and lands, ana
presidential equipments. II they get
what they anticipate, what have they
got? Men are not safe from c2lumny
while they live, and, worse than tnat'
they are not safe after they are dead;
for I have seen swine root up grave
wards. One day q man goes up into
publicity, and the world does him honor,
and people climb up into sycamore trees
10 watch him as he passes, and, as ne
goes along on the shoulders OF the peo-
pie, there is a waving OF hats and
wild huzza. Tomorrow the same man
is caught between the jaws Of the print
ing press and manglsd and bruised, and
the very same persons who applanded
him before cry, Down with the traitor!
down with him."
BELsHAzzAR SITS AT THE FEAST,
the mighty men OF Babylon sitting all
around him. Wit SparkleS like the
wine, and the wine like the wit. Music
rolls up among the chandeliers, the
chandeliers flash down on the decan-
tiers. The breath Of hanging gardens
floats in on the night air; the voice OF
revelry floats out. Amidst wreathS, and
tapestry, and folded banners, 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
uEU0I AtQ. bGlSudLL6A was ~ WSANNt
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 cbieftaln," or
He was mighty in worldly attain
ments;" but this thing may be said OF
you and me, "He was a good citizen, a
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. Egg
lon did not expect 20 die in that fine
place. Amidst the flower leaves that
drifted like summer snow into the win
dow; in the tinKle aud the dash OF the
fountains; in the sound Of a thousand
leaves futtering on one tree branch; In
the cool breeze that came up to shake
feverish trouble out Of the kings locks
there was nothing that spake OF
death, but there he died! In the win
ter, when the snow is shrOud, and
when the wind is a dirge, it is easy to
think OF our mortality; but when the
weather is pleasant, and all our sur
roundings are agreeable, how difficult
IL Is for US to appreciate the truth that
we are mortal! And yet my text teaches
that death does sometimes come TO the
summer house. He is blind and cannot
see the leaves. He is deaf and cannot
hear the fountains. Oh, If death would
ask US for victims, we could point him
to hundreds CT people who would re-
joice 10 have him come. Push back
TIE DOOR OF THAT Howell.
Look at that little child-cold, and sick,
and hungry. 1t has never heard the
name Of God but in blasphemy. Parents
intoxicated, staggering around its straw
bed. Oh, Death, there Is a mark for
theel Up with it into the light! Be-
fore these little feet stumble on LIES
pathway, give them rest.
Here is an aged man. He has done
his work, He 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 nights
pass. He says, "Come, Lord Jesus,
come quickly" Oh, Death, there is a
mark for thee! Take from him the
staff, and give him the sceptre! Up
with him into the light, where eyes
never grow dim, and the halr whltens
not through the long years Of eternity.
Alb, 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
doest thou here thou bony, CHASTITY
monster, amidst this waving grass, and
under this Sunlight sitting through the
tree branches? Children are at 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. IL
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
thlcket. He points his arrow at the
brightest of the group-he is a sure
markSman-the bow bends, the arrow
speeds! Hush now The quick feet
have stopped, and the locks toss no
more in the wind. Laughter has gone
out Of the hall. Death in the summer
housed
HERE IS A FATHER
in mld-life; his coming home at night is
the signal for mirth. The children