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

Steady those tottering limbs;
they will soon be at rest. Plow
| not mp 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. 1.-The eye that mocketh
its father, and refuseth to obey it's
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 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! IL 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,
| few good men, compared with the in
| stitutions leprous and purified.
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 clang-
! ing back in the scabbard: intemper-
! ance buried under ten thousand
! broken decanters; the worlds impur-
| ity turning its brow heavenward for
! the benedlction. blessed are the pure
I in heart the last vestigc 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 Elizabet Fry's
! Redeemer: the mountains coming
| down. the valleys going up; 'holi-
ness" inscribed on horses bell, and
| sillworm's thread, and brown-thrash-
er's wing, and shells tinge, and manu-
| facturer's shuttle, and chemists labo-
ratory, and kings sceptre, and ma
| tons Magma Charta. Not hospital,
| 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 earths lamentation
| has ended in the triumphal 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 euroclydon's foot on the
! pedal. | want to see John Howard
when the last prisoner is reformed: |
want to see Florence Nightingale
| when the last sabre wound has
! stopped hurting: | want to see William
| Penn when the last Indian has been
| civilized: ! want TO see John Huss
when the last flame of persecution has
| 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!
| on nave "dtCIltu lIlt CdlhutSS anu
| the glory of the evening hour. The
| laborers have come from the field. The
| heavens are glowing with an indie
| scribable effulgencc, 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
| Ia. . II hna hmm m in
graSshopper chirping. Silence in 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 all the scene with
love. and joy and peace. At cventime
it is light. light.
Finally, my text Shall find fulfill
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 a short winters day.
The sun rises at eight and sets at four.
| The birth-angel and deathangel 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
parishioners on Thanksgiving Day.
I The little child If the household was
bright and glad, and with it bounded
! up and down the hall. Christmas day
! came and the light OF that household
! had persisted. We stood, with blacl,
| book, reading over the grave, ashes
/ to ashes, dust to dust.
, But hurl away this darkness. /
( cannot have you weep. Thanks be
unto God. who giveth us the victory.
at cventimc it shall be light. | have
! seen many Christians die | never
4 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, myriad harps,
/ myriad thrones, a myriad palaces,
! there dash upon us. "Hosannah.
! ilosannah -
I Throw back the shutters and let
the sun come in" said dying Scoville
Medium, one of my Sabbath School
boys. You can see Paul putting on
robes and wings of ascension, as he
/ eXclaims, II have fought the good
fight: have finished my course; have
kept the faith" Hugh M'KaiI went
to ono 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, Wei
come glory A minister of Christ in
Philadelphia, dying, said, in his last
moments, Il move into the light!'
They did not 90 down doubling, and
fearing, and shivering. but their bat
tie cry rang through all the caverns
Of the sepulchre and was echoed back
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