Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1893-07-10

They say they are sixty, but
Ire eighty. How some people will
Glorious old age, if found in the
ot righteousness How beautiful
ID age OF Jacob, leaninging on the
his stat; Of John Quincy Adams,
q With the harness on; az Wash
Irving, sitting pen in,hand, amid
enes himself had made classical:
IN Angel James TO the last pro-
Ing the Gospel 10 the masses OF
bingham;of THEODORE Frelinghuysen,
b to feebleness and emaciation de-
z his illustrlOus faculties to the
dom OF God At eventide il was
De that you do honor to the aged. a
fosOpher stood at the corner of the
feet day after day, saying to the pass
rs-by, "You will be an old man; you
m be an old man" "YOu will be an
woman; you will be an old woman"
bple thought he was crazy. do not
Sh.nk that he was. Smooth the way for
that mothers feet; they have not many
more steps to take. Steady those tot
terlng limbs; they will soon De at rest
\ Plough not up that face with any more
wrinkles; trouble and care have marked
it full enough. Thrust no thorn into
that old heart; it soon cease TO beat
The eye that mocketh its father, and
eiuseth 20 obey Is mother, the ravens
the valley shall pick 10 out, and the
Anng eagles shall eat it," The Cright
Inning and hot 20 lay OF life have
dashed with many. 10 is four o'clock!
five o'clock! six O'clock! The shadows
tall longer and thicker and faster.
Seven O'clock! eight O'Clock! The sun
has dipped below tia horizon; the
warmth mas gone out OF the air. Nine
o'clock! ten o'clock!
THE HEAVY DEws ARE FALLING;
the active ties Of llie's day are all
hushed; it is time to go TO bed. Eleven
o'clock twelve o'clock! The patriarch
sleeps the blessed sleep, the cool sleep,
the long sleep. Heavens messengers
or light have knded bonfres Of vic
tory all over the heavens. At eventime
it IS light! Light
Ny text shall also find fulflment In
the latter days Of the Church. Only
few missionaries, few churches, a few
good men, compared with the institu-
tions leprOus and purified.
Ii is early yet in the history Of every
Ahing good. Civilization and Christian
are just getting out OF the cradle.
The light OF martyr-stakes, flashing
all up aud down the sky, is
but the flaming of the morning;
but when the evening Of the world
shall come, glory TO Gods con-
uuering truth, IL shall be light. Wars
sword changing back in the scabbard;
intemperance buried under ten thous-
and broken decanters; the worlds i'm
purity turning its brow heaYenward for
the benedlctiOn, blessed are the pure
In heart;' the last veStige OF seliShness
submerged in heaven-descending chart
ties; all China worShipping DR.. Abeel's
Saviour; all india Believing in Henry
Martyrs Bible; aboriginal superstition
III acknOWleC cling David Srainerd's piety;
human bondage delivered through
Thomas Clarkson's Christianity; vagran-
cy coming back from its pollution at the
call OF Elizabeth FrY'S Redeemer; the
mountains coming down; the valleys go
ing up; holiness" inscribed on horses
bell, and silkworm's thread, and brown
, thrasher's wing, and shells tinge, and
/ Manufacturers shuttle, and chemists
laboratory, aud kings sceptre, and ma
= lions Magma CharJa.
Nor A HOSPITAL,
for there are No wounds; not an asylum,
for there are no orphans; not a prison,
for there are no criminals; not an aims
house, for there are no paupers; not
tear, for there are no sorrows. The
long dirge of earth's lamentation has
ended In the triumphal march Of re-
deemed empires, the fotests harping it
on Vine.Strung branches, the water
. chanting II among thegorges, the thun-
m der drumming IL among the hills, the
OceaR giving 1t forth with It's organs,
trade-wlnds touching tins keys, and
n earOclydOn's foot on the pedal want
20 see John Howard when the last pris-
oner is reformed; l want TO see Florence
N Nightingale when the last sabre wound
has stopped hurting; want 10 see Will
: lam Penn when the last Indian has
Seen civilized; want to see John Huss
when the last flame OF persecution has
boen extinguished; l want 10 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 begun to sing
hallelujah
You have watched the calmneSs and
the glory Of the evening hour. The la
borers have come from the field. The
heavens are glowing with the indeScrib-
able effulgeDce, as though the sun in
departing had forgotten to shut the gate
after it, Ali the beauty of cloud and
leaf swim In the lake. For a star in
the sky, star in the water; heaven
above, and heaven beneath. Not leaf
rustling. or a bee humming, or a grass
hopper chirping. Silence on the meadow;
silence 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 al! the scene with love,
and joy, and peace. AT eVentime it is
light light!
Finally, my text shalffnd fuifllment
at the end Of the Christians life. You
know how a 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.