Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1893-07-13


wrinkles; trouble and care have
marked it full enough. Thrust no
thorn into that old heart; it will soon
cease to beat. The eye that mocketh
it's 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.
II is 4 o'clock! > o'clock! o'clock!
The shadows fall longer and thicker
and faster. Seven o'clock! o'clock!
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 life's
day are all hushed; 1t is time to go to
bed. Eleven o'clock! II o'clock! The
patriarch sleeps the blessed sleep, the
cool sleep, the long sleep. Heavens
messengers of light have kindled bon
fires of victory all over the heavens.
At eventime it is light! Light!
My text shall also find fulfillment in
the latter days of the church. Only a
few missionaries, few churches, a
few good men, compared with the in
situations leprous and purified.
1t is early yet in the history of
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 & I'd S conquering truth,
it shall be light. Wars sword clang-
ing back in the scabbard: intemper-
ance buried under ten thousand
"A bn inn
itv turning its brow heavenward for
the benedIction. blessed are the pure
in heart the last vestige of selfish
ness submerged in notwithstanding
charities: all China worshiping DR..
Abeel's Saviour: all India believing in
Henry Martyrs Bible; aboriginal SUI
perstition acknowledging David Brain
erd's piety; human bondage delivered
through Thomas Clarkson's Christian
ity; vagrancy coming back from its
pollution at the call of Elizabeth Fry's
Redeemer: the mountains coming
down. the valleys going up: "holi-
ness inscribed on horses bell. and
sillIworm's thread, and brown-thrash-
crs wing, and shells tinge, and manu-
facturer's shuttle, and chemists labo-
ratOry. and kings sceptre, and ma
for there are no wounds; not an asy-
lum, for there are no orphans: not
prison, for there are no criminals; not
an almshouse, for there are no paupers:
not a tear. for there are no sorrows
The long dirge Of earth's lamentation
has ended in the triumphal march of
redeemed empires the forests harping
it on vine-strung branches, the water
nI,n hn a
thunders drumming il among the
hills, the ocean giving it forth with
its organs, trade-winds touching the
keys, and euroclydon's foot on the
pedal. | want TO see John Howard
when the last prisoner is reformed: |
want to see Florence Nightingale
stopped hurting: want to see William
Penn when the last Indian has been
civilized | want TO see John Huss
been eXtinguished; | want to see John
Bunyan after the last pilgrim has
come to the gate of the celestial city;
above all, | want to see Jesus after
the last saint has his throne, and be-
gun to sing hallelujah!
You have watched the calmness and
laborers have come from the field. The
heavens are glowing with an indie
scribable effulgence, as though the
sun in departing had forgotten to shut
the gate after il. All the beauty of
cloud and leaf swim in the lake. For
a star in the sky. a star in the water;
heaven above. heaven beneath. Not a
leaf rustling, or bee humming, or a
q, al, in hn
meadow: silence among the hills.
Thus bright and beautiful shall he
the evening of the world. The heats
glory of heaven fills all the scene with
love. and joy and peace. At eventimc
it is light! light,
Finally, my text shall find fulfil
ment at the end of the Christians life.
You know how short winters day is,
and how little work YOU can do Now,
my friends. life is short winters day.
The sun rises at eight and sets at four.
The birth-angel and death-angel fly
only little way apart Baptism and
burial are near together With one
hand the mother rocks the cradle, and
with the other She touches the grave.
went into the house of one of my
phIlSulOHtIs On lEduNNSlNlHS IJdN.
The little child # the household was
bright and glad, and with it | bounded
up and down the hall. Christmas dav
came. and the light OF that household
had persisted. We stood with black
book, reading over the grave, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust.
But | hurl away this darkness.
cannot have YOU weep. Thanks be
81 Il, a.
at cventimc it shall be light! l have
seen many Christians die. | never
saw any of them die in darkness
What if the pillows OF death do rise
above our g,rdle. who does not love to
Lathe? What though other lights do
go ont in the blast, what do we want
of them when all the gates of glory
swing open before us, and from "a
myriad voices, Il myriad harps, Il
myriad thrones. n myriad palaces,
there dash upon us "Hosannah,
Hosannah ~
the sun come in" said dying Scovillc
. Medium, one of my Sabbath School
boys. You can see Paul putting on
robes, and wings of ascension, as he
eXclaims, Il have fought the good
Hpnls l nave ilHlShel my course, 1 nave
kept the faith" Hugh M'Kail went
to one side of the scaffold of MARTYR
dom and cried, Farewell sun,
moon and stars farewell all
earthly delights" Then went to the
other side of the scaffold and cried
Welcome God and Father? Welcome
sweet Jesus Christ, the Mediator of
the covenant. Welcome death. We'll
come glory" A minister of Christ in
Philadelphia, diving, said, in his last
moments, Il move into the light!'
They did not go down doubling, and
fearing, and shivering, but their bat
| tie cry rang through all the caverns
of the sepulchre. and was echoed bacl,
/ from all the thrones of heaven. 20
! death. where is thy sting? o grave.
where is thy victory? Sing, my soul,
| of joys to come.
! ! saw beautiful being wandering
! up and down the earth. She touched
! the aged and they became youpp