Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1893-06-14

he Is blind and cannot sac tho L.
: r7'i' ana cannot hear the fountains oi
. IeaIn would ask US for victims wa oo,,;s
I'm I'm, niih TO hundreds of people who yonId
I:Je IeJoIce TO nave him come. Push bac. ~
,oII oI o. siaLt novel. Look at that little child
S Loiu ana SICK and hungry. II has naye-
Eeard the name of God but in bIasTbl,It.'
Iafents intoxicated staggering aroi,nJ =.
straw bed. Oh, death, there is a ,na-I' to, Us
thee! NEE! Up with it into the ligbtr Pasora
them rest Pa'h"ay give
Here is an aged man. He has doro HE
work. He has done it cIoriousIv rTba',o LIS
Panlons OF his youth are all gone bis cIT
dreh dead He longs to be at rest ar5
YEARLY the days and the nights pass Ha
says. come, Lord Jesus, come QUICKLY ;,
On, death, there is n mark for tbaai NJ
RON him the staff and give him the .oa,l.l-S; LSG
y with him into the light where ewes raI,a-
groW dlm, and the hair whitens not thronGh
the long years Of eternity. All. death will
% nor 10 that- Death turns back from the
straw ped and from the aged man ready for
the skies and comes to the summer bor:a
what doest thou here. thou bonv. ghastIv
monster, m amid this waving grass and under
TINS sunlight sitting through the trrs
branches! Children are at play. How quickly
Ineir Ieet 60 and their locks toss in the wind
father and mother stand at the side of the
room looking on, enjoying their gee. It
uoe5 not seem possible that the wolf should
ever break into that fold and carry of
lamb. Meanwhile an old archer stands look
ing through the thicket. He points his arrow
at the brightest OF the group-he is n snrs
narSsman-the bow bends. the arrow speeds
Hush, now The quick feet have stopped.
and the locks toss no more In the vi
Laughter has gone out OF the hall. Death
In the summer house
Here Is a father in midlife. His comma
nome at night Is the signal for mirth Tbs
children rush 10 the door and there ebooI-s
on the evening stand. and the hours pass
away on glad feet. There is nothing vvaD+
ing in that home. Religion is there and
sacrlllces on the altar morning and night.
You LOOK In that household and saw ~ can
not think OF anything happier do not
really believe the world is so sad a plaae as
some people describe il to be" The snene
changes. Father is sick. The doors must
be kept shut. The deathwatch chirps dole
fully on the hearth The children vhisnar
and walk softly where once they romped.
Passing the house late Mt night, YOU see the
quick glancing OF lights from room to room.
1t IS all over. Death in the summer house.
Here IS an aged mOther-agel but not in
nrm. You think you will have the joy OF car
ing Tor her wants a good while vet As she
goes rom mousse 10 mouse. to children and
grandchildren, her coming is a dropping of
sunlight in the dwelling. Your children sea
her coming through the lane. and they cry
"GrandmOthers come r' Care for Won has
"A
wrinkle, and her back stoops with car
rying your burdens. Some days she is
very quiet. She says she is not
sick, but something tells you YOU
will not much longer have mother. She will
sit with you no longer at the table nor at the
hearth. Her soul goes out so gently you do
not exactly know the moment OF its going.
Fold the hands that have done o many kind
nesses for you right over tine heart that has
beat with love for you since before you We're
born. Let the pilgrim rest. She is weary
Death in the summer house
Gather about US what We will of comfort
ami luxury. when the pale messenger comes
he does not stop to look 1T the architecture
OF the house before he comes in. nor entering
does he wait to examine the pictures we have
gathered on the wall, or bending over your
pillow he does not stop to see whether there
is color in the cheek, or gentleness in the
eye, or intelligence in the brow But what
of that? Must We stand for ever mourning
among the graves OF our dead. No! No The
people IN Bengal bring cages OF birds to the
graves of their dead and then they open the
cages, and the birds 20 singing heavenward.
So would bring to the graves OF your dead
all bright thoughts and congratulations and
bid them think Of victory and redemption. I
stamp on the bottom of the grave and it
breaks through into the light and glory OF
heaven
The ancients used 10 think that the straits
entering the Red sea were very dangerous
places, as they supposed that every ship that
went through those straits would be de-
stroyed, and they We're in the habit of put
ting on weeds Of mourning for those who
had gone on that voyage. As though they
we're actually dead. Do YOU know what they
called those straits? They call them the
"Gate of Tears Oh, I stand TO-DAY at the
gate of tears through which many o. your
loved ones have gone. and [ want 20 tell you
that all are not shipwrerked that have gone
through those straits into the great ocean
stretching out beyond.
The sound that comes from that other
shore on still nights when We are wrapped
in prayer makes me think that the departed
are not dead. We are the dead-we who
sOil, We who weep, We who sin-we are the
dead. How my heart aches for human sOr-
row This sound of breaking hearts that I
hear all about me- This last look of faces
that will never brighten again This last
kiss of lips that never will speak again
This widoWhoOd and orphanaCe. Oh. when
will the day OF sorrow he Eone2
After the sharpest winter the spring dis
mounts from the shoulder OF 4 southern gale
and puts its warm hand upon the earth. and
in its palm there comes the grass. and there
come the flowers, and God reads over the
poetry of bird and brook and bloom and
pronOunces it very good. What, my friends,
if every winter had not its spring. and every
night its day, and every gloom its glow. and
every bitter now its sweet hereafter? II you
have been on the sea, you know, a the ship
passes in the night, there is a pEOs phOrescent
track left behind il, and as the waters roll up
they toss with unimaginable splendOr. Well,
across this great ocean of human trouble
Jesus walks. on. that IN the hosph0reStem
track OF His feet we might all follow and be
illumined
There was a gentleman in the rail car who
saw in that same ear three passengers OF
very different circumstances. The first was
a maniac. He was carefully guarded by his
attendants his mind like "a ship dismasted,
was beating against a dark, dsSolate coast
from which no help could come. The train
stoppsd and the man was taken out into the
asylum to waste away perhaps through years
of gloom. The second passenger was
culprit. The outraged law had seized on MN.
As the cars jolted the chains ratified On Ms
face were crime. depravity and despair Inc
train halted and he was taken out to the
penitentiary, TO which he had been con
demned There was the third passenger uh-
der far different circumstances. she was a
bride. Every hour was gay as marriage
bell. Life glittered and beckOned. Hercom-
nanion was taking her to his fathers house.
The train halted. The old man was there "
welcome her to her new home, ana ms WnlIe
locks showed down upon her as ne seaIed LID
word with fathers kiss.
Quickly we fly toward eternity. we WIZ
soon be- there. Some leave this lie con-
demned culprits. They refused a Pardon
thew carry their chains. Oh, may II DC Will
us that, leaving this tleeting life Tor the mex,
we NAV find our Father ready to greet US W 70
our new home with Him forever Inat WIZ
be a marriage banquet. Fltner WGIJon5
Fathers bosom Fathers kiss Heaven
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