The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1893-07-19


Q eo'clocki The sun has dipped below the
horizon. The warmth has gone out OF the
air Nine O'Clock 10 o'clock The heavy
duee are falling. The activities OF life's day
are all hushed. II Is time TO go to bed.
Eleven o'clock ~ o'clock The patriarch
long sleep. Heavens messengers of light
have kindled bonfires Of victory dll over the
heavens At eventide II is light--light
My text shall also find fulHlIment In the
latter days OF the church. Only a few mis-.
eionaries, few churches, few good men,
compared with the institutions leprous and
putrefied.
II 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, bun
when the evening OF the world shall
shall sp be to qSas sp o0n9SsTns WsTs sTala syrn
changing back in the scabbord !
intemperance buried under 10, 900 broken
decanters the worlds impurity turning its
brow heavenward for the benediction,
blessed are the pure in heart = the last
vestige OF selfshness submerged in heaven
descending charities all China worshiping
Or. Abeers Saviour all India believing in
Henry Martyrs Bible aboriginal supersti-
tion acknowledging David Brainerd's piety;
human bondage delivered through Thomas
Clarksons Christianity; vagrancy coming
back from its pollution at the call OF Elizabeth
Fry,s Redeemeri the mountains coming
down ; the valleys going up tholiness" In
Scribed on horse g bell and sllkworm's thread
and brown thrashers wing and shells tinge
and manufacturers shuttle and chemists
laboratory and kings scepter and Nations
Magma Charta. Not hospital, for there are
no wounds not an asylum, for there are no
srphans not prison, for there are no
criminals not an almshouse, for there are
40 paupers not tear, for there are no sor-
tows2 The long dirge OF earth's lamentation
has ended in the triumphal march ot re-
deemed empires, the forest harping It on
vine strung branches, the water chanting II
.sAsg the gorges, the thunders drumming
L among the hills, the ocean giving II forth
with its organs, trade winds touching the
keys and euroclydons loot 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
ltopped hurting. want to see william
Penn when the last Indian has been civil
jzed. 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 begun to
sing halleluiah
glory OF the evening hour. The laborers have
come from the field. The heavens are glow
ing with an indescribable effuigence, as
though the sun in departing had forgotten TO
shut the gate after 1t. 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 leaf rustling, or
! bee humming, or grasshopper chirping.
Silence in the meadows, silence among the
| bills.
Thus bright and beautiful shall bethe even
| ing of the world. The heats OF earthly con-
nict are cooled. The glory OF heaven fills all
the scene with love and Joy and peace. Al
eventime 1t is light-light!
Finally. my text shall find fulnllment al
the end OF the Christian 8 life. You know
how short winters day is, and how little
short winters day. The sun rises at and
sets at 4. The birth angel and death angel
fly only a little way apart. Baptism and
burial are near together. With one hand
the mother rocks the cradle, and with tho
other she touches the grave.
| / went into the house OF one OF nv
parlshioners on Thanksgiving day. The lit
! tie child OF the household was bright and
glad, and with II bounded up and down the
hall. Christmas day 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 unto God, who
| giveth us the victory, at eventime II shal, be
light have seen many Christians die. I
! never saw any OF them die in darkness.
What IL the pillows of death do rise above
our girdle who does not love TO bathe2 What
though other lights do go out 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, "Hosannal Hosannaw
L.,, IL .,aI,,, Ia Al
come in" said dying Scovlle McCollum, one
Of my Sabbath-school boys. You can see
Paul putting on robes and wings of ascension
as he exclaims 81 have fought the good
fight. have finished my course. have
kept the faith" Hugh McKail went to one
side OF the scaffold OF martyrdom asA cried |:
Farewell sun, moon and starai Farewell
all earthly delights y Then weIt 70 the other
side of the scaffold and cried; "welcome,
God and Father! Welcome, sweet Jesus
Christ, the Mediator OF the covenant! We'll
come death Welcome gloryw
A minister OF Christ In Philadelphia. dying,
said in his last moments. 81 move into the
light@' They did not go down douhting and
fearing and shivering, but their battlecry
rang through all the caverns Of the sepul
chre and was echoed back from all the
thrones osheaven: 30 death where is thy
sting? u grave! where is thy victory?"
Sing, my soul. OF Joys 10 come.
saw beautiful being wandering up and
down the earth. She touched the aged, and
they became young. She touched the poor,
and they became rich. I said, "Who is this
beautiful being, wandering up and down the
earth?" They told mo that her name was
Death. What strange thrill OF Joy when
the palsied Christian begins to use his arm
again When the blind Christian begins to
see again When the deaf Christian begins
TO hear again When the poor pilgrim puts
his feet on such pavement and joins in such
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