Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1893-06-09

,,rorv dim and the hair whitens NOT Soa .n viii
s H.on po,o Years OF eternity. An, u srorn The
VIZ VIZ 40 that. Death turns DaoH resdv for |
straw rJ he'd and from the sgeu MAJ house
the skies and comes TO the sun' bonv CHASTITY |
nhas I'm" mid this waving grass ana u.uos
mons'or, 1naht sitting through tue W.
.nls .hes9 Children are at play. HOW qu.GAiXI
~. 90 and their locks toss IN inc WIN
tne,i - mother stand at the Sue Vi Wy
fatnoi ,ooStno on. enjoying their gee. ~
room a1c saen nossible that the woii Shouiu
w. w. break into that fold ana carry On
~ Meanwhile an old archer s1allus looA'
;ns, through hethicket. HcPoinls nis airoM
at fhe brightest OF the gro9p-no 70 SUI
a-l,eman-the bow bends, the arIO" sPeeus'
ma. NV The quick feet have stopped,
nd the locks toss no more IN tne wind
anu ,,, Sr has gone ont OF the nall. Death
in the summer house 800,
III L. w.. is father in midlife. His coming
hor,e at night is the signal for mirth. Tho
children rush 10 the door and there are books
On the evening stand, and the hours pass
away on glad feet. There is nothing want
inc in that home. Religion IS there and
aa9ri6ces on the altar morning and night.
You look in that household ana say II can
not think OF anything happier do not
ally believe the world is so sad a place as
some people describe 1t to be-" The scene
cb,roes Father is sick. The doors must
he gent shut The deathwatch chirps dole
fully on the hearth. The children whisper
and walk softly where once they romped.
Passing the house late at night you see the
quick Slancing of lights from room to room.
II is all over Death in the summer house
Here is an aged mother-aged, but not in
firm. You think you will have the Joy of car
ing for her wants a good while yet. As she
GOES from house to house. to children and
grandchildren. her coming is a dropping of
sunlight in the dwelling. Your children sec
her coming through the lane, and they cry.
"Grandmother's GOMEZ Care for YOU has
marked up her face with many a deep
wrinkle. and her back stoOps with car
ryiny your burdens. Some days she is
very quiet. she says she is not
sick, but something tells you you
will not much longer have mother. She will
sit with you no longer at the table nor at the
hearth. Her soul goes out so gently you do
not exactly know the moment OF its going.
Fold the hands that have done many kind
nesses for you right over the heart that has
beat with love for you since before you were
born. Let the pilgrim rest. She is weary.
Death in the summer house
Gather about us what we will of comfort
md luxury. when the pale messenger comes
he does not stop to look at the architecture
Of the house before he comes in, nor entering
does he wait to examine the pictures we have
gathered on the wall. or bending over your
pillow he does not stop to see whether there
| Is color in the cheek, or gentleness in the
eve. or intelligence in the brow. But what
| of that? Must we stand for ever mourning
/ among the graves OF our dead. No No The
| people in Bengal bring cages Of birds to the
/ graves of their dead and then they open the
! cages. and the birds 20 singing heavenward.
| So would bring to the graves Of your dead
all bright thoughts and congratulations and
| bid them think of victory and redemption. L
stamp on the bottom of the grave, and II
breaks through into the light and glory Of
heaven.
The ancients used to think that the straits
entering the Red sea were very dangerous
4 places, as they supposed that every snip that
went through those straits would be de-
stroved, and they were in the habit OF put
ting on weeds of mourning for those who
had gone on that voyage. as though they
were actually dead Doyou know what they
called those straits? They call them the
Gate of Tears" Oh, stand to-day at the
gate of tears through which many OF your
loved ones have gone, and l want TO tell you
that all are not shipwrecked that have gone
through those straits into the great ocean
stretching out beyond.
The sound that comes from that other
shore on still nights when we are wrapped
in PRAYER makes me think that the departed
are not dead. We are the dead-we VINO
toll we who Weep we who sin-we are the
dead. How my heart aches for human sor.
row This sound of breaking hearts that
hear all about me This last look oil lace'
that will never brighten again This las'
kiss of lips that never will speak again
This widowhood and orphanage. On, Whel
will the day of sorrow be gOner ..
After the sharpest winter the spring dis
mounts from the shoulder Of a southern gal'
and puts its warm hand upon the earth, and
in its palm there comes the grass. and Their
come the flowers, and God reads over tn
Doetry of bird and brook and bloom an(
pronounces it very good. What, my friends
If every winter had not its spring, and ever.
night its day and every gloom It's glow, ah'
every bitter now its sweet hereafter Ii yo'
have been on the sea, you know, as the shli
passes in the night, there is aphosphorescen
track left behind it, and as the waters roll NJ
they toss with unimaginable splendor Wen
across this great ocean OF human troubl
Jesus walks. On, that in the phosphorescen
track Of His feet we might all follow ana D
illumined ,
There was a gentleman in the rail car wh'
saw in that same car three passengers
I very different circumstances. h' mo-
n maniac. He was carefully guarded by nj
attendants :: his mind, like ship dismasted
was beating against dark, desolate coas'
from which no help could come. The tral
stopped. and the man W. taken out INTO IN
asylum to waste away perhaps through year
of gloom. The second passenger was
culprit. The outraged law had seized on mn
AS the cars jolted the chains ratified. On NJ
face were crime, depravity and despair. In
train halted. and he was taken out to VI
nenjtentiarv. to which he had been ~
t demned. There was the third passenge> m
. der far different circumstances. she was
] bride. Every hour was gay as marrlae
9 hell. Life glittered and beckoned: Hercon
panion was taking her to his father nous
/ The train halted. The old man was there
, welcome her to her new home, and his VIM
i locks showed down upon her as he sealed n
a word with fathers kiss.
T, Quickly we fly toward eternity. We WI
!. soon be there Some leave this life COZ
- demned culprits. They refused a 'Pardol
thev carry their chains. Oh, may 1t be WI
: us that. leaving this fleeing life for the ne'
e we NAV find our Father reedy to greet us
: our new home with Him forever That W
2 be marriage banquet. Fathers welco ne
~ Father bosom Fathers kiss HeaYe
= Heaven