Connecticut western news., 1893-07-13

CldoSlCdl, Ol JOliIl <AIiScll CdIIltS UO UIlc last proclaiming the gospel to the masses of Birmingham, of Theodore Freling- huysen down to feebleness and emacia- tion devoting his illustrious faculties to the kingdom of God. At eventide 1t was light!
 See that you do honor to the aged. A philosopher stood at the corner of the street day after day saying to the pass ersby: "You will be an old man. You will be an old man." "You will be an old woman. You will be an old woman" People thought he was crazy. do not think that he was. Smooth the way for that mothers feet-they have not many more steps to take. Steady those totter- ing imbs-they will soon be at rest. Flow 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 it's mother, the ravens of thevalley 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 4 o'clock! o'clock 6 o'clockl The shadows fall longer and thicker and faster. Seven o'clock! o'clockl The sun has dipped below the horizon. The warmth has gone out of the air. Nine o'clockl 10 o'clock! The heavy dews are falling. The activities of ife's day are all hushed. It is time to go to bed. Eleven o'clockl 12 oclockl The patri- arch sleeps the blessed sleep, the cool sleep, the long sleep. Heavens messen- gers of light have kindled bonfres of victory all over the heavens. At even- time it is light-light!
 My text shall also find fulfllment in the latter days of the church. Only few missionaries, few churches, few good men, compared with the institu- tions leprous and putrefed.
 It is early yet in the history of every thing good Civilization and Christian ity 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, but when the evening of the world shall come, glory to Gods conquering truth, it shall be light Wars sword changing back in the scabbard; intemperance buried under 10, 900 broken decanters; the worlds impurity turn ing it's brow heavenward for the bene- diction, "Blessed are the pure in heart;" the last vestige of selishness submerged in heaven descending charities; all China worshiping Dr. Abeel's Saw four; all India believing in Henry Martyn's Bible; aboriginal superstition acknowledging David Brainerd's piety; human bondage delivered through Thom- as Clarkson's Christianity vagrancy coming back from it's pollution at the call of Elizabeth Fry's Redeemer; the mountains coming down; the valleys go- ing up; holiness" inscribed 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 na- tion's 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 alms- 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 triumphal march of redeemed em- pires, the forests harping it on vine strung branches, the water chanting it among the gorges, the thunders drum ming it among the hills, the ocean giv- ing it forth with it's organs, trade winds touching the keys and euroclydon's foot on the pedal.
 Iwant to see John Howard when the last prisoner is reformed. I want to see Florence Nightingale when the last saber wound has stopped hurting. want to see William Penn when the last Indian has been civilized. want to see John Huss when the last flame of persecution has been extinguished. I want to see John Bunyan after the last pilgrim has come to the gate of the Celestial City. Above all, I want to see Jesus after the last saint has his throne and begun to sing halleluiah!
 You have watched the calmness and the glory of the evening hour. The la- borers have come from the field. The heavens are glowing with an indescrib- able effulgence, as though the sun in de- parting 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 leaf rus ting, or bee humming, or grasshopper chirping. Silence in the meadows, si- lence among the hills.
 Thus bright and beautiful shall be the evening of the world. The heats of earthly conflict are cooled. The glory of heaven fills all the scene with love md joy and peace. At eventime it is ight-ightl
 Finally, my text shall find fulfllment
 st the end of the Christians 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 8 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 parishioners on Thanksgiving day. The little child of the household was bright and glad, and with it I bounded up and
 down the hall. Christmas day came, and | the light of that household had perished We stood, with bl q book, reading over
 the grave, 'Ashes - shes, dust to dust.
 But hurl away this darkness. can
 not have you weep. Thanks be unto
 God, who giveth us the victory, at even time 1t shall be light! have seen many
 Christians die. 1 never saw any of then
 die in darkness. What if the pillows oi
 death do rise above our girdle, who does
 not love to bathe? What though other
 lights do go out in the blast, what do Vt
 want of them when all the gates of glo
 ry swing open before us, and from {
 myriad voices, a myriad harps, a amyriat
 thrones, a myriad palaces, there dasf
 upon us, "Hosanna! Hosannar'
 'Throw back the shutters and let thu
 sun come in," said dying Scoville McCol
 1um, one of my Sabbath school boys
 You can see Paul putting on robes ant
 wings of ascension as he exclaims: e
 have fought the good fight. I have fin