Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1896-10-31

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to damage vegetation. They are light
frosts. But some morning you look out
of the window and say, '"There was o
black frost last night, " and you know
that from that day everything will
wither. So men seem to get along with
out religion amid the annoyances and
yexations Of life that nip them slightly
here and nip them there. But after
awhile death comes 1t is black frost,
and all is ended.
Oh, what whitening and scattering
death makes among those not prepared
20 meet it'll They leave everything pleas
ant behind them-their house, their
families, their friends, their books, their
pictures-and step out of the sunshine
into the shadow. They quit the presence
of bird and bloom and wave to go un-
becl1oned and unwolcomed. The bower
in which they stood and sang and wove
ohaplots and made themselves merry
has gone down under an awful equinoc-
tial. No bell can toll one-half tho dole
fulness Of their condition. Frosted
But, thank God, that is not the way
people always die Tell me on what
day of all tho year the leaves Of the
woodbine are as bright as they arc TO-
day. So Christian character is never SO
attractive as in the dying hour. Such
20 into the grave not as dog, with
frown and harsh voice, driven into a
kennel, but they pass away calmly,
brightly, sweetly, grandlyl AS the leaf
AS the leafl
Why 20 to the deathbed Of distin-
guished men when there is hardly u
house on this street but from it a Chris
tian has departed? When your baby
died, there were enough angels IN the
room to have chanted coronation.
When your father died, you sat watch
ing, and after awhile felt of his wrist,
and then put your hand under his arm
to see If there were any warmth LETT
and placed the mirror to the mouth to
sec if there were any sign of breathing,
and when all was over you thought how
grandly he slept-a giant resting after
O battle. Oh, there are many Christian
deathbedsl The chariots Of God, come
to take his children home, are speeding
every whittier. This one halts at the
gate of princes. The shout of captives,
breaking their chains, comes on the
morning air. The heavens ring again
and again with the coronation. The IL
gates of heaven are crowded with the
ascending righteous. I see the accumu-
lated glories of u thousand Christian
deathbeds-an autumnal forest lllumln-
ed by an autumnal sunset! They died
not in shame, but in triumph AS the
leafi AS the leaf
To Rise Again.
Lastly, as the leaves fade and fall
only to rise, SO do we. All this golden
shower of the woods is making the
ground richer, and in the juice and sap
and life of the tree the leaves will come
up again. Next May the south wind
will blow the resurrection trumpet, and
they will rise. So we fall in the dust,
only to rise again. 1.-THE hour is coming
when all who are in their graves shall
hear his voice and come forth. " 1t
would be horrible consideration to
think that our bodies were always to lie
in the ground. However beautiful the
flowers you plant there, we do not want
to mako our everlasting residence IN
such place.
have with these eyes seen so many
of the glories Of the natural world and
tho radiant faces of my friends that l
do not want to think that when 1 close
them in death 1 shall never open them
again. It is said enough to have hand
or foot amputated. In hospital, after a
soldier had had his hand taken of, he
said, "Goodby, dear old hand, you have
done me great deal of good service, "
and burst into tears 1t is a more awful
thing to think of having the whole body
amputated from the soul forever. l
must have my body again, to see with,
to hear with, to walk with. With this
hand I must clasp the hand Of my loved
ones when I have passed clean over Jor-
dan, and with it wave the triumphs of
my King Aha, we shall rise again. We
shall rise again. AS the leafl As the
leaf
Crossing the Atlantic the ship may
founder and our bodies be eaten by the
sharks, but God tameth leviathan, and
we shall come again. In awful explo-
sion of factory boiler our bodies may be
shattered into hundred fragments in the
air, but God watches the disaster, and
we shall come again. He will drag the
deep, and ransack the tomb, and upturn
the Wilderness, and torture the noun
tain, but he will find us and fetch US
out and up to Judgment and to victory.
We shall come up with perfect eye, with
perfect hand, with perfect foot and with
perfect body, all our weaknesses left
behind.
We fall, but we rise We die, but we
live again. We molder away, but we
come to higher unfolding. AS tho leaf
As the leafl
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