Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1893-07-13

harness on, of Washington Irving sitting
pen in hand amid the scenes himself had
made classical, of John Angel James to
the last proclaiming the gospel to the
masses of Birmingham, of Theodore Ere
linghuvscn down to feebleness and emacia-
ton devoting his illustrious faculties to the
kingdom of God. At eventide it was light.
See that you do honor to the aged. A
philosopher stood at the corner of the street
day after day saying to the passersby:
"You will be an old man; you will he an
old man" "Yuu will be an old woman;
Won will be an old woman" People
thought he was crazy. do not think that
he was. Smooth the way for that mothers
feet; they have not many more steps to
take Steady those lettering limbs; they
will soon be at rest. plow not up that face
with any more wrinkles; trouble and care
have marked it full enough. Thrust no
thorn into that old heart; it will soon cease
to beat. "1he eye that mockcth its father
and refuseth to obey its mother the ravens
of the valley shall pick it out and the young
eagles shall eat it,"
The bright morning and hot MONDAY of
life have passed with many. 1t is o'clock!
o'clock O'Clock! The shadows fall long
err and thicker and faster. Seven o'clockl
oclockl The sun has dipped below the
horizon; the warmth has gone out of the
air Nine o'clock 10 o'clock The heavy
dews are falling; the activities of lfe's day
are ali hushed; it is time to go to bed.
Eleven o'clockl 19 o'clock! The patriarch
sleeps the blessed sleep, the cool sleep, the
long sleep Heavens messengers of light
have kindled bonfres of victory all over the
heavens. at cventime it is light-light
LATTER DAYS OF THE CHURCH.
M,-t teltu oil nl- pnt in l,o
| latter days of the church. only n few mis-
sionarics a few churches, a few good men,
compared with the institutions leprous and
| putreiicd.
/ 1t is early yet in the history of everything
| good. Civilization and Christianity are
| Just getting out of the cradle. The light of
martyr stakes, flashing all up and down
| the sky, is but the flaming of the morning,
! but when the evening of the world shall
come, glory to Gods conquering truth, it
! shall be light. Wars sword changing back
in the scabbard; incompetence buried under
10000 broken decauters the worlds inn
purity turning its brow heavenward for
the benediction, blessed are the pure in
heart" the last vestige of seliishness
| submerged in heaven descending chart
ties; all China worshiping Dr. Abeel's
| Saviour; all India believing in Henry
Martyrs Bible; aboriginal superstition ac-
| knowledging David Brainerds piety hui
man bondage delivered through Thomas
Clarkson's Christianity; vagrancy coming
/ back from its pollution at the call of Eliza
| beth Frys Redeemer; the mountains com
ing down the valleys; the valleys going up;
holiness" inscribed on horses bell and
silkworm's thread and brown thrasher's
wing and shells tinge and manufacturer IS
shuttle and chemist laboratory and king 5
scepter and nations Magma Charta. Not a
| hospital, for there are no wounds; not an asy-
lum, for there are no orphans; not prison,
| for there are no criminals: not an aims
house. for there are no paupers; not a tear,
| for there are no sorrows. The long dirge Of
! earth's lamentation has ended in the tri-
umphal march of redeemed empires the
forests harping it on vine strung branches,
the water chanting it among the gorges, the
thunders drumming it among the hills the
ocean giving it forth with its organs, trade
winds touching the keys, and eurocl ydon )
foot on the pedal.
want to see John Howard when the last
prisoner is reformed; lwant to see Florence
Nightingale when the last saber wound has
stopped hurting; want to see William
Penn when the last Indian has been civil.
lized; | want to see j ohm Huss when the last
want to see John Bunyan after the last
pilgrim has come to the gate of the Celes
tial City. Above all, | want to see Jesus
after the last saint has his throne and be
gun to sing Edlleluiahl
GLORY OF TIE EVENING.
You have watched the calmness and the
glory of the evening hour. The laborer-
have come from the field. The heavens are
glowing with an understandable effulgence
as though the sun in departing had forgot
ten to shut the gate after it. All the beauty
of cloud and leaf swims in the lake For a
star in the sky a star in the water-heaven
above and heaven beneath. Not a Leaf
rustling or bee humning or "A grasshop.
per chrping Silence in the meadow, 81
lence among the hills.
Thus bright and beautiful shall be the
evening of the world. The heats of earthly
conflict are cooled. The glory of heaven
fills all the scene with love and Joy and
peace. At eyentime it is lght-light,
Finally, my text shall find fulfillment al
the end of the Christians life. You know
how short winters day is, and how little
, work you can do. Now, my friends, life i,
a short winters day The sun rises at
and sets at 1. The birth angel and death
angel fly only little way apart. Baptism
! hand the mother rocks the cradle, and
with the other she touches the grave
went into the house of one of my parish
toner's on I lksgiving day. The littl,
child of the h sehold was bright and glad
and with it ounded up and down tn,
l hall. Christ day came, and the light q
9 tSat household had persisted. We stool
t with black book reading over the grave
! Ashes to ashes, dust to dust"
, But hurl away this darkness! canuo
have you weep Thanks be unto God wht
gvcth us the victory, at eycntime it shoul,
9 be light | have seen many Christians die
o never saw any of them die in darkness
g What if the pillows of death do rise abov,
l nur girdle, who does not love to battle
: What though other lights do go out in TIA,
| blast, what do we want of them when al
! the gates of glory swing open before us, ant
e from Il myriad voices, myriad harps
) myraid thrones, IA myriad palaces Their
= dash upon us, "lIosannai Ilosanna!'
l Throw back the shutters and let tn