Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1893-06-09

l learn also from this subject the
LANCER OF worldly elevation. This
Eglon was what the world called a
great man. There were hundreds of
people who would have considered il
the greatest honor of their life lust to
have him speak to them; yet although
he is high up in worldly position he
is not beyond the rea h of Ehud's dag
ger. see a great many people trying
to climb up in social position, having
an idea that there is a safe place some
where far above, not knowing that
the mountain of fame has top like
\. cunt Blame, covered with perpetual
snow.
We laugh at the children of Shinar
for trying to build tower that could
reach to the heavens; but think, if our
eyeslght were only good enough. we
could see n Babel in many door-yard.
Oh, the struggle is fierce! 1t is store
against store, house against house,
street against street, nation against
nation. The goal for which men are
running is chairs and chandeliers, and
mirrors. and houses, and lands, and
presidential equipments. If they get
what they anticipate, what have they
got? Men are not safe I ON calumny
while they live, and worse than that,
hey are not safe after they are dead;
for | have seen swine root up grave
yards. One day man goes up
into publicity, and the world does
him honor, and people 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
ha II
caug Int between the jaws of the print
ing press and mangled and bruised,
and the very same persons who APP
plauded 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 de-
canters. he breath of hanging gar
dens toats in on the n ght air; the
voice OF revelry floats out. Amidst
wreathN and tip stry and folded ban
neIs finger writes. The march Of %
host is h ard on the stairs Laughter
catches in the throat a thousand
hearts stop beating. The blow is
struck. j he blood on the floor is
richer hued than the wine on the
table. The kingdom has departed.
BelshazZar was no worse, per-
has, than hundreds Of people IN
babylon, but his position slew him.
oh, be content with Just such posi-
tion as God has pla, ed you in. 1t may
not be said of us, "he was great
general or He was an honored
/ Chiefta n" or ale was mighty in
worldly attachments" but this thing
may be said OF you and me, "He was
"A good citizen, a faithful Christian, a
/ friend of Jesus" And that in tn last
day will be the highest of all eulo'
| gums.
learn further from this subject that
death comes TO the summer-house.
Eglon did not expect to die in that
fine place. Amidst all the flower leaves
/ that drifted like summer snow into the
window; in the nike and the dash of
! the fountains in the sound Of thou
| sand leaves fluttering on one tree
! branch. in the cool breeze that came
/ up to shake fever sh trOu ole out OF the
! king loc,is-there was nothing that
/ spake of death, but there he died. In
! the winter when the snow IL STROUD,
/ and when the wind is a dirge, 1t IL
! easy to thinR Of our mortality; but
! when the W, a her is pleasant, and all
! our surroundings are agreeable, how
! difficult IL is for as TO appreciate the
| truth that we are mortal. Ana Yet
/ my text teaches that death does some
/ times come to the summer house. lie
! is blind and canuot sec the leaves. lie
! is deaf and cannot hear the fountains.
! Ga, if death would ask for victims, we
could point HIM 10 hundreds OF people
VINO would rejoice TO have HIM come.
/ Push back the door of that novel
ook at that little chlld-cold, and
sick, and hungry. 1t has never heard
! the name of God but in Diasphemy.
Parents intoxicated, staggering around
its straw bed. Oh, Death, there is a
mark for thee! Up with 1T into the
| light. Beio c these little feet stumble
on LIES pathway, give them rest.
Here is an ageu man. lie has done
his work. lie has done it glofiously.
The companions OF his youth are all
goue, his children dead, he ,ongs to be
at rest, and wearily the days and
nights pass. lie says: Come, Lord
Jesus, come quicNly." oh, death, there
is mark for thee! Take from him
the staff, and give him the sceptre'
| Up with him into the light, where
eyes never grow dim, aud the air
whitens not through the long years OF
eternity. All, 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,
gha,tly monster, amidst this waving
grass, and under this sunl ght sitting
through the tree-branches? Children
are at play. How quickly their feet
go, and their locks toss in the wind.
| Father an mother stand at the side
OF the room looking on, enjoying their
g!ee. 1t does not seem possible that
the wolf should ever break into that
TO d and carry of lamb. Mean
while an old archer stands looking
through the thiclSet lie points his ar
row al 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 house
Here is a father in mid-life; his com
ing home at night is the signal fol
m nth. The chitGrvn rush to the door
and there are books on the evening