The free press. (Poplarville, Miss.) 1890-19??, 1893-07-27

are ali hushed. It is time to go to bed.
Eleven o'clock u o'clock The patriarch
sleeps the blessed sleep, the cool steep, tne
long sleep. Heavens messengers OF llght
have Eindied bonares OF victory all over the
heavens. AT eventide it is light-lght
Nv text shall also find fulhlment In the
latter davs of the church. Only few mis-
sionaries, a few churches, few good men,
compared with the institutions leprous and
putrehed
It Is early vel 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
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Henry Martyl's Bible, aboriginal supefstl-
ton acknowledging David Brainerd plety;
human bondage delivered through Ihomas
Clarkson's Christianity, vagrancy coming
back from.its pollution at the eau OF hllzdoeth
Fry's Redeemer; the mountains coming
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scrihed on horses bell and silkWorm tnread
and brown tnrasners wing and shells t1nSe
and manufacturers shuttle and chemist s
laboratory and kings scepter and Nations
Magma Charta. Not hospital, Tor there are
no wounds not an asylum, for there are no
orphans; not prison, Tor there are no
criminals not an almshouse, for there are
no paupers not tear, for there are no sor-
rows? The long dirge Of earth5 lamentation
has ended in the trlumphal march OF re-
deemed empires. the forest harplng 1t on
vine-strung branches, the water chanting II
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 whent the last
prisoner is reformed. l want to see Florence
Nightingale when the last sabre wound has
stopped hurting. 1 want to see William
Penn when the last Indian has been civil
fzed. [ want to see John Huss when the Las
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 nus throne ana peSun 10
sing halleluiah
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 indescribable effulgence, as
though the sun in departing had forgotten to
and leaf swims in the lake. For star in the
sky. a star in the water-heaven above and
heaven beneath. Not a leaf rustling, or
bee humming, or a 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 fillsa all
the scene with love and Joy and peace. AT
syentime it is light-ightI
Finally. my text shall find fulfllment at
the end of the Christian 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 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.
I went into the house of one of my
Pensioners on Thanksgiving day. The lit
tie child of the household was bright and
glad, and with it [ bounded up and downthe
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. l cannot
nave you weep. Thanks be unto God, who
giveth us the victory, at eventime it shall be
light | have seen many Christians die. L
never saw any of them die in darkness.
What if the pillows of death do rise above
our girdle, who does not love to battle? What
though other lights do 90 out in the blast,
what do we want OF them when all the gates
OF glory swing open before us, and from
myriad voices, a myriad harps, a myriad
| thrones, a myriad palaces, there dash upon
us, "Hosanna. Hosannar'
"Throw back the shutters and let the sun
| come in. T." said dying Scoville 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. l have finished my course. | have
kept the faith" Hugh McKail went to one
side OF the scafTold Of martyrdom 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! Wei
come death Welcome glory !"
A minister ofChrist in Philadelphia, dying,
said in his last moments ~ move into the
! light!' They did not so 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 ofheaven.: 80 death where is thy
sting? o grave where is thy victory"
Sing, my soul, of joys 10 come.
l saw a beautiful being wandering up and
down the earth. She touched the aged, and
they became young. She touched the poor,
| anu lutg becdilc Iicu Sdlu, W uO - lulS
beautiful being, wandering up and down the
earth?" They told me that her name was
Death. What a 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 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 iubilant expressions,
all rapturous EXPLANATIONS. Bring them to
me, and l 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
Free! Your eye has gazed upon the garni-
ture of earth and heaven, but the eye hath
not seen it. Your eve has caught harmonies
unceunted and acknowledgements them
from harps trill and birds carol and water
falls dash and oceans doxology. but the ear
| hath not heard it.
How did those blessed ones get up into the
| lightP What hammer knOcked off their