Democratic messenger., 1893-07-15

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Of John Quincy Adams falling with the
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 FIRE.
linghuysen down to feeblencss and emacia-
tion devoting his illustrious faculties to the
kingdom Of God. At eventide il was light.
See that yon do honor to the aged A
philosopher Stood at the corner of the street
day after day saying to the pas>ersby:
"You will be an old man. you will be an
old man." "Yom will he an old woman:
you will be an old woman" People
thought he was crazy do not think that
he was. Smooth the way for that mot hers
feet: they have not many more steps to
take. Steady those tottering limbs: they
will soon be ut 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; il will soon cease
to beat. THE eye that mOcketh its father
and refuscth 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 IL is O'Clock!
5 o'clock 6 o'clock! The shadows fall long
er and thicker and faster. Seven o'clock,
8 O'clockl The sun has dipped below the
horizon: the warmth has gone ont of the
air. Nine o'clockl 10 o'clock, The heavy
dews are falling the activities Of lfe's day
are all hushed: it is time to 20 to bed.
Eleven O'Clock! i2 o'clock! The patriarch
sleeps the blessed sleep, the cool sleep. the
long sleep Heavens mess .ngers Of light
have kindled boniires OF victory all over the
heavens. At evcntimc il is light-lightl
LATTER DAYS OF THE CHURCH.
My text shall also find fulfillment in the
latter days of the church. Only few mis-
sionaries. a few churches. a few good men.
compared with the institutions leprous and
putrefcd.
II is early yet in the history Of everything
good. Civilization and Christianity are
Just getting ont 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 conqncring truth. it
shall be light. Wars sword changing back
In the scabbarh: intemperancc buried under
10000 broken decanters: the worlds i'm.
purity turning its brow heavcnwarti for
the benediction. blessed are the pure in
heart" the last vestige Of seliishncss
submerged In heaven descending chari
ties: all China worshiping DIR. Abccl's
Saviour: all India believing in Henry
Martyrs Bible: aboriginal superstition nc
knowirdging David Brainerd's picty: hu
man bondage delivered through Thomas
Clarkson's Christianity: vagrancy coming
back from its pollution at the call OF Eliza
beth Fry's lte,irrmcr: 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 manui iacturcr's
shuttle and chemist : laboratory and kings
scepter and nations Magma Charta Not u
hospital. for there are no wounds: not an asy
lum, for there are no orphans; not IL prison.
for there are no criminals: not an aims.
house, for there are no paupcrs; not II tear,
for there are no sOrrows The long drge of
earth's lamcntation has ended in the tri-
umphal march Of redeemed empires. the
forests harping IL on vine strung branches,
the water chanting il among the gorges, the
thundcrs drumming IL among the hills. the
ocean giving it forth with its organs. trade
winds touching the keys. and euruclydon's
foot on the pedal.
want to see John Howard when the last
prisoner is reformed: want to see Florence
Nightingale when the last saber wound has
stopped hurting; want to see William
Penn when the last Indian has been civi
lized; want To see John Huss when the last
flame OF persecution has been extinguishcd.
want to see John Bunyan after the last
pilgrim has come to the gate Of the Celes.
tiai City. Above all. want to see Jesus
after the last saint has his throne and be
gun to sing halleluiah!
GLORY OF THE EVENING.
You have watched the calmness and the
glory OF the evening hour The laborers
have come from the field. The heavens are
glowing with an indrscribable effulgence.
as though the sun in departing had forgot
ten to shut the gate after il. All the beauty
Of cloud and leaf swims in the lake For
star in the sky. n star in the water heaven
above aud heaven beneath Not Il leaf
rustling or n bce humming or "a grasshop
per chirping 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 eventime it is light-light.
Finally, my text shall find fulfillment 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 -
a short winters day. The sun rises at
and sets at 4. 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 parish
toner's on Thanksgiving day. The little
child OF the household was bright and glad.
and with il ! bounded up and down the
hall. Christmas day came, and the light OF
that household had perished. We stood
with black book reading over the grave
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust"
But hurl away this darknessl | cannot
have you weep. Thanks he unto God who
giveth us the victory. at eventime il should
be light have seen many Christians die
never saw any Of them die i'm darkness
What il the billows Of death do rise above
our girdle, who does not love to battle?
What though other lights do 20 out in the
blast. what do we want of them when all
the gates Of glory swing open before us, and
from myriad voices, n myraid harps. a
myraid thrones, myraid palaces there
dash upon us. 'Hosannai Hosanna!"
Throw back the shutters and let the
sun come in. said dying Scoville McCol
lum, one Of my Sabbath school boys You
can see Paul putting on robes and wings
of ascension rs he exclaims, II have fought
the good fight; | have finished my course
have kept the faith" Hugh McKail went
to one side of the scaffold Of martyriom
and cried: Farewell. sun, moon and stars,
Farewell. al earthly delights Then went
to the other side Of the scatfold and cried
"Welcome. God and Father! Welcome,
sweet Jesus Christ, the Mediator of the
covenant Welcome. death! Welcome.
gloryr"
a minister of Christ in Philadelphia, dy-
ing, said in his last moments, II move into
the light They did not go down doubt
ing and fearing and shivering. but their
battlecry rang through all the caverns of
the sepulcher and WAS echoed back from all
the thrones of heaven: 20 death! where is
thy sting, . grave! wlere is thy victory'"
Sing. my soul, of joys To comel
saw u beautiful being wandering up and
down the earth She tOuchesl the aged. and