The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1893-07-14

| ing on tne TOP OF MS sthli, OF J0nn l,uln-
cy Adams falling with the harness on,
of Washington Irving sitting pen in
hand amid the scenes himself had made
classical, OF John Angel James to the
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 il was
light
See that you do honor to the aged. A
philosopher stood at the corner of the
street day nj, or 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 limbs--they will soon be at rest.
Plow not mp that face with any more
wrinkles Trouble and care have marked
it full enough Thrust no thorn into
that old heart. 1t will soon cease to
beat. 1.-THE eye that mocketh its father
and refuseth to obey its mother, the
ravens of tho valley shall pick it out, and
the young eagles shall eat it,"
The bright morning and hot MONDAY
of life have passed with many. 1t is
4 o'clock! 5 o'clock! 6 o'clockl The
shadows fall longer and thicker and
faster. Seven o'clockl o'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 hushed 1t is time to go to bed
Eleven o'clock! 10 o'clock! The patri-
arch sleeps the blessed sleep, the cool
sleep, the long sleep. Heavens messen-
gers of light have kindled bonfires of
victory all over the heavens, At even
time it is light-light!
My text shall also find fulfillment in
the latter days of the church. Only a
few missionaries, a few churches, few
good men. compared with the institu-
tons leprous and putrefied.
1t is early yet in the history of every
thing good. Civilization and Christian
ity are just getting ont 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, 600 broken
decanters; the worlds impurity turn
ing its brow heavenward for the bene-
diction, blessed are the pure in heart
the last estgc of selfishness submerged
in heaven descending charities all
China worsAiping DR.. Abeels Saw
Jour; all India believing in Henry
Martyrs Bible; aboriginal superstition
acknowledging David Brainerd's piety;
human bondage delivered through Thorn
as Clarkson's Christianity; vagrancy
coming back from its pollution at the
call of Elizabeth Fry's Redeemer; the
mountains coming down; the valleys go
ing up; "holness" 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 ma
TONS Magma Charta. Not hospital,
for there are no wounds; not an asylum,
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 earths lamentation has ended
in the triumphal march of redeemed EN-.
pires, the forests harping it on vine
strung branches, the water chanting il
among the gorges, the thunders drum
ming it among the hills, the ocean Civ
ing it forth with its organs, trade winds
touching the keys and euroclydon's foot
on the pedal
last prisoner is reformed. 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. 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 halleluiah!
You have watched tlse essss7Dsss and
the glory of the evening hSsx. Tho la.
borers have come eSom 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 a star in the
sky, star in the water-heaven above
and heaven beneath. Not leaf rus
thing, or bee humming, or grasshoppel
chirping. Silence in the meadows. 81
fence among the hills
Thus bright and beautiful shall DE-
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 eventime it il
hght-light!
Finally, my text shall find fulfllment
at the end of the Christians life Yor
know how short winters day is, an
how little work you can do. Now, m
friends. life is \ short winters day. TIL
sun rises at 9 and sets at 4. The brit
angel and death angel fly only littl
way apart. Baptism and burial ar
near together. With one hand tn
mother rocks the cradle, and with tn
other she touches the grave. -
went into the house Of one of m
pensioners on Thanksgiving day. TIL
little child of the household was brigh
and glad, and with it bounded mp an
down the hall. Christmas day came, an
the light of that household had persisted
We stood, with black book, reading owe
the grave, "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
But hurl away this darkness. lean
not have You weep. Thanks be unit
God. who giveth us the victory, at ever
time it shall be light! have seen man
Christians die never saw any of ther
die in darkness. What if the pillows c
death do rise aboveour girdle, who doc
not love to battle? What though othe