Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1893-06-21

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!. ae Is olnd and cannot see the Isavs.
uoal ana cannot hear the fountains Or
80 =, would ask us for victims we co-,id
r.,o,ca I'm tn 10 hundreds Of people who would
door OF tn he al Look at that iittfa shns ths
su sotu ana sick and hungry. II bae 49,.
relru n the name OF God but In bIesnharrv
raIents intoxicated staggering around Il.
sL oed- On, death, there is a marx for
tnese little feet stumble on LIES natb bet9re c
them rest. PH"ay give
mere Is an aged man. He has dona b,.
Work. He has done It gloriouslv. Tba CO.,
panions OF his youth are all gone his chill
uLeh Ieau- He longs to be at rest. and
60 ~ ..C .ne Gays and the nights pass. He
sGys. Come, Lord Jesus, come Quickly >"
Oh, death, there is a mark for theai Tsta
rom MIN the staff and give him the .cen+ra
Op with him into the light. whore eyss nsvs,
Grow dim, and the hair whitens not throuub
@ tHe lSng years OF eternity. All, death will
NOT 40 that. Death turns back from the
straw bed and from the aged man reaJy 60
'h9 sizes and comes to the summer house
hhat doest thou here, thou bony chastity
monster, amid this waving grass and under
tns sunlight sitting through the tree
brancnes! Children are at plav Hoyv nuickIv
the,r leet go and their locks toss In the wind
rather and mother stand at the side of the
room looking on, enjoying their elee II
does not seem possible that the wolf shouId
ever break INTO that fold and carry off
iamb. Meanwhile an old archer stands look
mS through thethicket. He points his arrow
at the brightest of the group-he Is a sure
marksman-the bow bends, the arrow speeds
Hush, now! The quick feet have stopped,
i,la the LOCKS toss no more In the vi
Laughter has gone out of the hau Daa.s
In the summer house,
Here Is father in midIife. His corni,o
nome at night is the signal for rnirtb Tbs
cnlIdren rush TO the door and there are books
On the evening stand, and the hours nos,
away on glad feet. There is nothing want
ing In that home Religion ia thera aDa
sacrifices on the altar morning and nioht
lou look In that household and saw ssI can
not think of anything happier. do nor
really believe the world is so sad place az
some people describe it to be-" The scene
enanSes- Father is sick. The doors must
be kept shut. The deathwatch chirps dole
fully on the hearth. The children whisper
ana walk softly where once they romped
RAISING the house late ut night. you see the
quick glancing OF lights from room to room
II IS ali over. Death in the summer house.
Here Is an aged mother-sged, but not in
hrm. You think you will have the 10y of car
ing for her wants a good while yeN As she
goes rom mouse TO mouse. TO children and
grandchildren, her coming is dropping of
sunlight In the dwelling. Your children see
her coming through the lane and they crv
"Grandmother's come" Care for you has
marked up her face with many a deem
wrinkle. and her back stoops with car
ry1nS your burdens. Some days she is
very quiet She says she is not
Sick, but something tells you YOU
Will not much longer have mother. She will
sit with you no longer at the table nor at the
hearth. Her soul goes out so gently you do
not exactly know the moment OF its going
Fold the hands that have done o many kind
nesses for you right over the heart that has
yI .-fV, hgr
born. Let the pilgrim rest. She is weary
Death In the summer house,
Gather about US what We will of comfort
and luxury, when tho pale messenger comes
he does not stop to look at the architecture
OF the house before he comes in. nor entering
does he wait TO examine the pictures we have
gathered on the wall, or bending over your
pillow he does not stop TO see whether there
is a color In the check, or gentleness in the
eye, or intelligence in the brow. But what
OF that? Must we stand for ever mourning
among the graves OF our dead. No! No The
people in Bengal bring cages of birds to the
graves OF their dead and then they open the
cages, and the birds 60 singing heavenward.
SO would bring to the graves OF your dead
all bright thoughts and congratulations and
bid them think of victory and redemption. I
stamp on the bottom OF the grave, and II
breaks through into the light and glory OF
heaven
The ancients used to think that the straits
places, as they supposed that every ship that
went through those straits would be de-
stroyed, and they were In the habit of put.
ting on weeds OF mourning for those who
had gone on that voyage, as though they
were actually dead. Do you know what they
called those straits? They call them the
"Gate of Tears" Oh, l stand to-day at the
gate OF tears through which many o: your
loved ones have gone, and want 20 tell you
that all are not shipwrecked that have gone
through those straits into the great ocean
stretching out beyond.
The sound that comes from that other
shore on still nights when we are wrapped
In prayer makes me think that the departed
are not dead We are the dead-we who
sotl, we who weep, we who sin-we are the
dead How my heart aches for human sor-
row This sound Of breaking hearts that
hear all about me- This last look OF faces
that will never brighten AGAIN This last
kiss Of lips that never will speak again
This widowhood and orphanage. oh, when
will the day of sorrow be gone?
After the sharpest winter the spring dis
mounts from the shoulder Of a southern gale
and puts its warm hand upon the earth, and
in its palm there comes the grass, and there
come the flowers, and God reads over the
poetry of bird and brook and bloom and
pronOunces it very good. What, my friends,
II every winter had not its spring, and every
night its day. and every gloom its glow, and
every bitter now its sweet hereafter! II you
have been on the sea, you know, as the snip
passes in the night, there is aphOsp phOrescent
track left behind il, and as the waters roll up
they toss with unimaginabls splendor. Well,
across this great ocean of human trouble
Jesus walks. On, that IN tseI hosphorescent
track of His feet we might ali follow and be
uluminedi
There was gentleman in the raj car who
saw in that same car three passengers OF
very different circumstances. The hrst was
a maniac. He was carefully guarded by his
attendants his mind, like ship dis-nasted,
was beating against q dark, dssoldte coast.
from which no help could come. The tram
stopped, and the man was taken out INTO the
asylum TO waste away perhaps through years
of gloom. The second passenger was
culprit. The outraged law had seized on him
As the cars joltei the chains ratified ON ms
face were crime, depravity and despair. Inc
train halted, and he was taken out TO the
penitentiary, to which he had been con-
demned. There was the third passenger un-
der far different circumstances. She WAS
bride Every hour was gay as marriage
bell Life Slittered and beckoned- Her
panion was taking her to his father mouse.
The train halted. The old man was there 70
welcome her to her new home, and MS wIite
looks showed down upon her as ne ssAAeu LII
word wits a fathers kiss. Ill
Quickly we Ly toward eternity. We wiz
soon be there. Some leave this life con-
dsmned culprits They refused Pardon
they carry their chains. On, may II % WIZ
rs that leaving this feeting life Tor the he1t,
we NAV find our Father ready to greet US e 10
our new home with Him forever. Inat wiz
be a marriage banquet. Fathers W3oo ne
Fnther's bosom Fathers kiss HeaVeAi
Heaven