Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1893-06-15

| enough enthusiasm to cry out, we are
the men? We are the men.
/ learn also from this subject n
danger of worldly elevation. ms
Eglon was that the world called q
great man. There we're hundreds or
people who would have considered II
| the greatest honor of their life Just TO
have him speak to them; yet, although
he is so high up in worldly posiuon,
he is not beyond the reach or Ehuds
dagger. l see a great many people Try
ing to climb up in social position, nav
ing an idea that there is a safe place
somewhere far above, not now1ns
that the mountain or fame mas u Top
like Mont Blanc covered with perpctuai
snow.
We laugh at the children of Shinar
| for trying to build q tower that could
| reach to the heavens; but i think, III
our eyesight were only good enough,
we could sec a Babel in many a door
yard. Oh! the struggle Is fierce. 1t Is
store against store. house against house,
street against street, nation against
| nation. The goal for which men are
| running is chairs and chandeliers II
mirrors, and houses, and LANDS, II
presidential equipments. II they get
what they anticipate, what have they
rot? Men are not safe from calumny
| while they live, and. worse than that,
| they are not safe after they are dead;
for | have seen swine root up grave
| yards. One day a man goes up INTO
publicity. and the world does him honor
and people climb up into the sycamore
trees to watch him as he passes, ana,
as he goes along on the shoulder or
the people, there is Il waving or mats
and a wild hu. Il. Tomorrow the same
man is caught between the jaws OF
| the printing press and mangled and
| bruised. and the very same persons
who applauded him before cry, Down
with the traitor! down with him.
Belshazzar sits at h feast, the
mighty men of Babylon sitting all
around him. Wit sparkles like the
wine, and the wine like the wit. Nlu-
sic rolls up among the chandeliers, the
chandeliers fash down on the decan-
tiers. The breath of hanging gardens
| float i'm on the night air, the voice of
| revelry floats out. Amidst wTeaths
and tapestry, and folded banners, a
finger writes. The march of a host is
heard on the stairs. Laughter catches
in the throat. A thousand hearts stop
beating. The blow is struck. The
blood on the floor is richer-hned than
| the wine ON the table. The kingdom
has departed. Belshazzar was no
worse, perhaps, than hundreds of peo-
| pie in Babylon. but his position slew
him. Oh, be content with just such a
position as God has placed you in. 1t
may not be said of us, He was q great
general" or HE was IN honored chief
tain" or He was mighty in worldly
attainmentS;" but this thing may be
said of you and me, He was a good
citizen. a faithful Christian, a friend OF
Jesus" And that in the last day will
be the highest Of all eulogiums.
L learn further from this subject that
death m to the summer house.
Eglon did not expect 10 die in that
fine place. Amidst all the flower leaves
that drifted like summer snow into the
window; in the tinkle and the dash of
the fountains; in the sound Of a thou
sand leaves fiuttering on n tree
branch; in the cool breeze that came
up 10 shake feyerish trouble out of the
kings ~locks-there was nothing that
spake of death, but there he died! In
the winter when the is a shroud
| and when the wind Is 4 dirge liz Is easy
TO think of our morality, but when the
weather Is pleasant, and all our sur
roundings are agreeable, how difficult
it is for us tC appreciate the truth that
we are mortal, And yet my text teach
| Sc that death does sometimes come TO
the summer house. tie is blind and
cannot see the leaves. He is deaf and
cannot hear the fountains. Oh, il
death would ask us for victims, we
could point him 10 hundreds OF people
who would rejoice to have him come.
Push back the door Of that howell.
Look at the child-cold and sick, and
hungry. 1t has never heard the name
OF God but in blasphemy. Parents
intoxicated, staggering around its straw
bed. oh, death. there Is a mark for
thee! Up with IL into the light, Before
these little feet stumble on life's path
way give them rest.
Here is IN aged man. He has done
his work. He has done il gloriously.
The companions of his youth are all
gone his children dead, he longs to be
at rest, and YEARLY the days and the
nights pass. He says: Come. Lord
Jests-come quickly" Oh. death. there
there is n mark for thee. Take from
him the staff and give him the scepter.
Up with him into the light, where
- vs. S~'NA " tiAh anu TIT uiT
whitens not through the long years of
eternity. All, death will not do that.
Death turns back from the straw bed.
and from the aged man ready for the
skies. n comes 10 the summer house.
What doest thou here. thou bopy.
CHASTITY monster. amidst this waving
grass, n under this sunlight sitting
through the tree branches? Children
are at play. How quickly their feet go
and their locks toss in the wind. Father
and mother stand at the side OF the
room looking on. enjoying their glee.
Ii does not seem possible that the wolf
should ever break into that fold and
carry of a lamb. Meanwhile an OLD
archer stands looking through he
thicket. He points his arrow at the
brightest of the group-he Is a SURE
understandable bow bends. the arrow
speeds. Hush now. The quick feet
have stopped, and the locks toss no
more in the wind. Laughter has gone
out of the hail Death in the summer
house!
The ancients used TO think that the
straits entering the Red sea were very
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