Milford chronicle., 1893-07-14

take. Steady those tottering limbs; they
will soon be at rest. Plow not up 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. THE eye that mocketh its father
and refuseth to obey its 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. It is o'clock
8 O'Clock o'clock The shadows fall long
er and thicker and faster. Seven o'clock
8 O'clockl The sun has dipped below the
horizon; the warmth has gone out of the
air. Nine o'clock 10 oclockl The heavy
dews are falling; the activities of life's day
are all hushed; it is time to go to bed.
Eleven o'clockl 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 uverthe
heavens. At eventime It is light-lightl
LATTER DAYS OF THE CHURCH.
My text shall also find fulfllment in the
latter days of the church. Only few mis-
sionaries, a few churches, few good men,
compared with the institutions leprous and
putrehed
It is early yet in the history of everything
good. Civilization and Christianity are
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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 changing back /
in thescabbard; intemperance buried under |
10000 broken decanters; the worlds i'm 1
purity turning its brow heavenward for |
the benedictiOn, Blessed are the pure in .
heart;" the last vestige of selfishness
submerged in heaven descending chari-
ties; all China worshiping DR.. Abeel's
Saviour; all India believing in Henry
Martyrs Bible; aboriginal superstition ac-
knowledging David Brainerdis piety; hu-
man bondage delivered through Thomas
Clarkson's Christianity; vagrancy coming
back from its pollution at the call of Eliza
beth Fry's Redeemer the mountains COM
ing down the valleys; the valleys going up;
holiness" inscribed on horses bell and
silkwOrm'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 asy-
lum, for there are no orphans; not a prison,
for there are no criminals not an aims
house, for there are no paupers; not a tear,
for there are no sorrows. The long dirge Of
earth's lamentation has ended in the tri-
umphal 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 eurooIydon's i
foot on the pedal.
l want to see John Howard when the last
prisoner is reformed; Iwant to see Florence i
when the last saber wound has
stopped hurting; l want to see William q
Penn when the last Indian has been civil
lied; want TO see John Huss when the last t
lame of persecution has been extinguished; S
want to see John Bunyan after the last
pilgrim has come to the gate of the Celes- 2
ial City. Above all. want to see Jesus t
lfter the last saint has his throne and be- t
yun to sing halleluiahl
GLORY OF THE EVENING. v
You have watched the calmness and the u
,lOry of the evening hour The laborers
AVE come from the field. The heavens are ii
flowing with an indescribable effulgence, 81
s though the sun in departing had forgot
en- to shut the gate after it. All the beauty a
f cloud and leaf swims in the lake. For a -
tar in the sky, star in the water-heaven
bove and heaven beneath. Not a leaf
ustling or a bee humming or a grasshop-
er chirping Silence in the meadow, ST. Y,
snce among the hills "
Thus bright and beautiful shall be the W
vening of the world The heats of earthly "a
onflict are cooled. The glory of heaven n,
lis all the scene with love and joy and W
eaee. At eventime it is light-lighti of
Finally, IN. text shall find fulfllment at fr
ne end of the Christians life. You know m
ow short winters day is, and how little w
ork you can do. Now, my friends, life is h,
aborf win ha 50 .
ld sets at 4. The birth angel and death ar
lgel fly only little way apart. Baptism ID
i'd burial are near together With one til
and the mother rocks .he cradle and In
ith the other she touches the grave ,vl
/ went into the house of one Of my parish ra
ners on Thanksgiving day. The little In
lid of the household was bright and glad, bo
Id with it l bounded up and down the
III. Christmas day came, and the light of
at household had persisted. We stood
18th black book reading over the grave,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust" eei
But hurl away this darknessl cannot ..ii ..ii
we you weep. Thanks be unto God who w
veth us the victory at eventime it should
light have seen many Christians die -
lever saw any of them die in darkness. tC 80
hat if the pillows Of death do rise above =
r girdle, who does not love to bathe?
hat though other lights do go out in the W W
lst, what do we want Of them when all ~
e gates of glory swing open before US, and NC
I'm a myriad voices, a myraid harps, a
7raid thrones, a myraid palaces there
sh upon us, "Hosannal Hosannap
Throw back the shutters and let the oln
n come in, said dying Scoville McCol- Int
n one of my Sabbath school boys You DSi t
4 see Paul putting on robes and wings Pc
ascension as he eXclaims, II have fought ohi
good fight; l have finished my course; 70
ave kept the faith" Hugh McKail went Vel
one side Of the scaffold of martyrdom oii
cried: Farewell, sun, moon and starsl
rewell, all earthly delightsl" Then went
the other side of the scaffOld and cried: r
1elcome God and Fatherl Welcome, bat
set Jesus Christ, the Mediator of the n
-enant Welcome, DEATH Welcome, 5o-
ryp
/ minister of Christ in Philadelphia, dy- Il
:, said in his last moments, Il move into une
lightw They did not go down doubt I
and fearing and shivering, but their isb
tlecry rang through all the caverns of n
sepulcher and was echoed back from all tta
thrones of heaven: 20 DEATH where is ~ -
sting? o gravel where is thy victoryf" =
g, my soul, of joys to come pies
saw beautiful being wandering up and 7
7n the earth. She touched the aged, and eacl
, became young. She touched the poor, A
they became rich. said, "Who is this reli
utiful being wandering up and down A
earthr They told me that her name said
Death. What a strange thrill Of Joy T,
- Sne paisieI w, onr.lvl'L pei ~ use exp
ins :. 70 see aoaini ~ When % tbe desf Cbris L
begins to hear aoaini When the moor incl
rim puts his feet on such pavement and A
IS in such company and has a free seat rool
uch great tempiel II
ungry men no more to hunger thirsty spef
4 no more to thirst; weeping men no 9th,
'e to weep; dying men no moR to die. M
her up all sweet words, all jubilant ex- ~
isions all rapturous exclamations. AZ
ng them to me, and will pour them '''e
n the stupendous theme of the SOULS A
Oh. the iov Of the spirit ~ q