Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1893-07-10

ton devotinR his illnstrious faculties TO the
kingdom Of God. At eventido II was light.
See that yon do honor TO the aged. a
philosopher stood at the corner OF the street
day after dag saying to tue passcrsby;
"You will he an old man; you will be an
old man." "You will he an old woman;
yon will be an old wonuu." 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 tottcring limbs; they
will soon be at rest. Pillow not up that face
with any more wrinkles trouble and care
have marked 1t full enough. THRUST no
thorn into that old heart. 1t will soon cease
to beat. THE eye that mocketh it's father
and rsfuSeth 70 obey its mother the ravens
of the valley shall pick 1t out and the young
eagles shall eat H."
The bright morning and hot MONDAY OF
life have passed with many. II is o'clock
5 o'clock o'clock The shadows fall long
or and thicker aud faster. Seven o'clock
so'clock The sun has dipped below the
horizon; the warmth has gone out Of the
air. Nine o'clock 10 o'clock The heavy
dews are falling: the activities OF life's day
are all hushcd. IL is time to go to bed.
Eleven o'clock IL o'clock The patriarch
sleeps the blessed sleep. the cool sleep, the
long sleep. Heavens messengers OF light
have hndlod bonfires of victory all over the
heavens At eventime 1t Is light-lighti
LATTER DAYS or THE CHURCH.
| Ny text shnll also find fulfllment in the
hitter days OF the church. Only few mis-
sionaries, a few churchcs, n few good men,
compared with the institutions leprous and
| putrelled
1t is carly yet in the history OF everything
good. Civilization and Christianity are
just getting out OF the cradle. The lightof
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 conquerng truth, il
| shall be light Wars sword Changing back
Ia thescabbartl; intcmperance hurled under
10000 broken deoanters; the worlds i'm
| purity turning it, brow htuvenward for
the benediction, Blessed are the pure In
heart" the last vestige Of sclhshness
submerged In heaven descending chart
ties; all China worshipiug DR. Abeel's
Saviour; all India believing In Henry
Martyrs Bible; aboriginal superstition ac-
knowledg cling David Brainerd's piety; hu-
man bondage delivered through Thomas
Clarkson's Christianity; yagranoy coming
back from its pollution at the call of Eliza
beth Fry's Redeemer; the mountains coin
ing down the valleys; the valleys going up;
holiness" inscribed on horses bell and
sililworms thread aud brown thrllshei's
wing aud shell's tinge and manufacturers
shuttle and chemists laboratory and kings
scepter and nations Magma ChartiL Not n
hospital, for there are no wounds, not an usy.
lum, for there are no orphans; not prison,
for there are no criminals: not an aims.
| house, for there nre no paupers; not u tear,
for there are no SORROWS. The long dirge Of
earth's lamentation has ended In tho tri-
| umphal march Of redeemed empires, the
forests hBrping 1t on vine strung branches,
the water chanting II among the gorges the
thunder drumming IL among the hills, the
ocean giving Il forth with its organs, trade
winds touching the keys, and eurUclydon's
foot on the pedal
| want 70 see John Howard when the last
prisoner Is reformed; lwant TO sec Florence
| Nightingale when the last saber wound has
stopped hurting; want to see William
Penn when the last Indian has been civil
lized: | 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 Celes-
tial City Above ull, want to see Jesus
| after the last saint has his throne and be-
gun to sing halleuiahl
GLORY or THE EVENING.
You have atehed the calmncss and the
glory of the evening hour The laborers
have come from the lcld. The heavens are
| glowing with an indescribable effulgence,
~ though the sun in departing had forgot
ten to shut the gnte after 1t. All the beauty
| OF cloud and leaf swims in the lake For
star in the sky, a star In thewater-heaven
above and heaven beneath Not IL Leaf
rustling or bee humming or a grasshop-
per chirping. Silence in the meadow al
lenoe amoug the bills,
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 and Joy and
peace, At eventimc 1t is light-lightl
| Finally, my text shall find fulfllment at
the end OF the Christians life, You know
how a short winters day is, and how LITTLE
| work you eau do. Now, my friends, life Is
abort winters day. Tue sun rises at 8
and sets At 4 The birth angel and death
angel fly only little way apart Baptism
aud burial are near together. With one
hand the mother rocks the cradle, and
with the other she touches the grave.
! went into the house OF one of my parish
toner's on Thanksgiving day The little
child OF the household was bright and glad,
and with il 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 darknessl | cannot
have you weep. Thanks be unto God who
| glyeth us the victory al eyentime It should
be light have seen many Christians die
never saw any Of them die in darkness.
What il the pillows OF death do rise above
our girdS, who does not love to bathei
What though other lights do 20 out in the
blast, what do we want OF them when all
the gates OF glory swing open before us, and
from myriad yoices, myriad harps. a
myraid thrones, n myriad palaces there
dash upon us, "Hosannal Hosannai"
Throw back the shutters and let the
cum come in, said dying Scoville McCol-
lum, one OF my Sabbath school boys. You
can see Paul putting on robes and wings
OF ascension a. he eSclainis. II have fought
the good fight; have finished my course;
have kept the faith" Hugh McKail went
to one side Of the scaifold Of marlyrdom
and cried; Farewell, sun, moon and starsl
Farewell. all earthly delightsf' Then went
70 the other side OF the scaffold and cried;
Welcome, God and Father Welcome,
sweet Jesus Christ, the Mediator OF the
covenant Welcome. DEATH Welcome,
/ gluryPl
! minister OF Christ in Philadelphia, dy.
| ing, said in his last moments. II move into