Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1893-07-13
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dues are falling. The activities Of life's day
are all hushed. 1t is time to go to bed.
Eleven o'clock 10 o'clock The patriarch
sleeps the blessed sleep, the cool sleep. the
long sleep. Heavens messengers of light
have kindled bonfires Of victory all over the
heavens. At eyentide ii is light sight
My text shall also find fulfllment in the
latter days Of the church. Only few mis-
sionaries, few churches, few good men,
compared with the institutions leprous and
putrefled.
1t is early yet in the history Of everything
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 cenquering truth;
it shall be light. Wars sword
Changing back in the scabbord
jntemperance buried under 10000 broken
decanters the worlds impurity turning its
brow heavenward for the benediction,
ssBlessed are the pure in heart = the last
yestige Of selfshness submerged in heaven
descending charities all China worshiping
Dr. Abeels Saviour; all India believing In
Henry Martyrs Bible aboriginal supersti-
tion acknowledging David Brainerds pietys
human bondage delivered through Thomas
Clarkson's Christianity, vagrancy coming
back from its pollution at the call OF Elizabeth
Frys Redeemer the mountains coming
down the valleys going up, "holiness' in
scribed on horses bell and silkworm's thread
and brown thrasher's 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
orphans; not prison, for there are no
criminals; not an almshouse, for there are
no paupers; not a tear, for there are no sor-
rows? The long dirge of earth's lamentation
has ended in the triumphal march of re-
deemed empires, the forest 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
l 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 civil
lied. | 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 hallelujah
You have watched the calmness and the
glory of the evening hour. The laborers have
come from the field. The heavens are glow
ing with an INDISPENSABLE effulgence as
though the SUN in departing had forgotten to
shut the gate after it. All the beauty of cloud
and leaf swims in the lake For star in the
sky. star in the water-heaven above and
heaven beneath. Not a leaf rustling, or a
bee hummlng, or d grasshOpper chirping.
Silence in the meadows, silence among the
hills.
Thus bright and beautiful shall bethe even
ing of the world. The heats OF earthly con-
fict are cooled. The glory OF heaven fills all
the scene with love and Joy and peace. At
eventime it is light tight
Finally, my text shall find fulffliment at
the end of the Christian life You know
how short a winters day is, and how little
work you can do. Now. my friends, life is
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
l went into the house of one OF nv
parishioners on Thanksgiving day The lit
tie child of 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 black book, reading over the grave,
''Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
But hurl away this darkness. I cannot
nave you weep. Thanks be unto God, who
g1veth US the victory, at eventime it shall be
light have seen many Christians die 1
never saw any of them die in darkness.
What If the pillows of death do rise above
eur girdle, who does not love to battle? 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, "Hosanna! Hosanna !"
Throw back the shutters and let the sun
in y cai1 dxip
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. 1 have finished my course have.
kept the faith Hugh McKail went to one
side of the scaffold of martyrdom and cried
Farewell sun, moon and stars Farewell
all earthly delights Y Then went to 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 glory y
minister Of Christ in Philadelphia. dying,
said in his last moments II move into the
light p They did not go down doubling and
fearing and shivering, but their battlecry
rang through all the caverns of the sepul
chre and was echoed back from all the
thrones Of heaven: 30 death where is thy
sting? O. grave where is thy victory?',
Sing, my soul. Of joys to come.
l saw beautiful being wandering up and
down the earth. She touched the aged. and
they became young She touched the Door.
and they became rich. said, "Who is this
beautiful being, wandering up and down the
earth?' They told me 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
company and has a free seat in such great
temple!
Hungry men no more to hunger thirsty
men no more to thirst weeping men no more
to weep; dying men no more to die. Gather
up all sweet words, all jubilant expressions,
all rapturous EXPLANATIONS. Bring them to
me, and will pour them upon this stipend
Gus theme Of the souls .disenthrallment oh,
the Joy of the spirit as it shall mount up
toward the throne of God shouting: Free 4!
Free Your eye has gazed upon the garni-
ture of earth and heaven, hut the eye hath
not seen 1t. Your eye has caught harmonies
uncounted and indescribable -caught them
from harp's triil and birds carol aud water
falls dash and oceans doxology, but the ear
hath not heard it.
How did those blessed ones get up into the
light? What hammer knocked off their
chains? What loom wove their robes of
light? Who gave them wings? All eternity
is not long enough to tell it seraphim have
not capacity enough to realize it the mar
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