The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1896-08-08

through hall and parlor. The
nursery is darkened by an approach
NO calamity. The heart feels the
anticipation that the sun Is
going down. Night speeds on. 1t Is
evening.
You have long rejoiced i'll the care OF
a mother. You have done everything
to make her last days happy. You
have run with quick feet to wait upon
her every want. Her presence has
been a perpetual blessing in the house
hold. But the fruit gatherers are look
ing wistfulIy at that tree. Her soul is
rine for Heaven. The gates are ready
To flash open for her entrance. But
your soul sinks at the thought or a
Sonaration You cannot bear to think
that soon you will be called to take the
last look at that face which from the
first hour has looked upon you with at
lection Interchangeable. But you see
that life is ebbing and the grave will
soon hide her from you sight. You SIT
Quiet. You feel heavy hearted. The
LIGHT is fading from the sky. The air
is chill. 1t is toward evening.
You had a considerable estate and
felt i~ndependent. In five minutes on
one far balance sheet you could see
inst how YOU stood in the world. But
there came complications. Something
that YOU imagined impossible hap
nened. The best friend you had proved
a traitor to vour interests. A sudden
crash of national misfortunes pros
trated your credit. You may to-day
be going on in business, but you feel
IN xious about where you are
standing, and fear that h next
turning of the wheel will bring
Won prostrate. You foresee what you
consider certain defalcation. You
think of the anguish of telling your
friends YOU are not worth a dollar.
Won know not how you will ever bring
vour children home from school You
wonder now you will stand the selling
of vour library or the moving into a
nIainer house. The ~misfortunes of life
have accumulated. You wonder what
makes the sky so dark. 1t is toward
evening.
Trouble is an apothecary that mixes
a GREAT MANY draughts, bitter and sour
and nauseous, and you must drink some
one of them. Trouble puts up q great
many packs, and you must carry some
one of them. There is no sandal so
thick and well adjusted but some thorn
will strike through it. There Is no
sound so sweet but the undertaken
screw-driver CRATES through it. In this
swift shuttle of the human heart some
IF the threads must break The our
nov from Jerusalem to Emmaus must
soon be ended. Our Bible, our com
mon sense. our observation relterate
In tones that we cannot mistake, and
ought not to disregard 1t is TOWARD
evening.
oh. then. for Jesus to abide with us
He sweetens the cup. He extracts tn
thorn. He wipes h tear. he bushes
the tempest He soothes the soul tina
flies to Him for shelter. Let the nigh
svvoop and the euroclydon cross thu
sea. Let the thunders roar soon al
will be we'll. Christ in the ship tt
soothe His friends. Christ on the sea
to stop it's tumult. Christ in the grav'
to scatter the Christ In TN
Heavens to lead the way. Blessed al
such. His arms will enclose them, iii
GRACE comfort them, His light chez
them. His sacrifice free them, Hi
glory enchant them. If earthly estat
takes wings, He will be an incorrupti
HE treasure. If friends die, He will b
their resurrection. Standing with u
in the morning of u joy and In tn
MONDAY of our prosperity, he Will nc
forsake us when the luster has fade
and il is toward evening.
Listen to Paurs battle-shout wit
misfortune. Hank to mounting Lat
mer's fire song Look at the glor
that has reft the dungeon and filled tn
earth and heavens with the crash {
the falling manacles OF despotlsn
. And then look at those that nave trle
to cure themselves by human prescrll
. tions, attempting to heal gangree
, with a patch of ccurtplaster, and
: stop the plague of dying empires WI
: the ouackery of earthly wisdom Not
, ing can speak peace to the SOUL not
. ing can overcome our spiritual zoe
nothing "a open our eyes 10 see u
: surrounding horses and charlots OF Sd
= walton that fill all h mountains, ot
= the voice and command of Him WI
- stopped one night at Emmaus.
. The words of the text are pertiner
to us all, from the fact that we al
! nearing the evening of death. ha'
q heard it said that we ought to live
though zach momen were to be OF
last. 1 do not believe that theory.
!, far as preparation is concerned, v
. ought always to he ready; but we ca
e not always be thinking of death, Il
- we have duties In life that emand Oh
. attention. When a man Is selltI
n goods it is his business to think OF Il
: bargain he is making. When a man
! pleading in the courts it is his duty
think of tbs interests of his clien'
"a When a clerk is adding up his accoun
~ it is his duty to keep his mind up
"A the column of figures. He who fills
m his life with thoughts of death is I
m from being the highest style OF Chr
a. tan.
II But there are times when we can a
in ought to give ourselves to the conte
No plation of that solemn VIII
ma to the soul time ends N eternity
gins. We must go through that o
al pass. There is no ound bout way,
by-path, no circuitous route. Die
V must; and it will be to us a shame
nj occurrence or a time of admirable
havior. Our friends may stretch c
their hands to keep us back, but
imploration on their part can hinG
us. They might offer large retaine
at but death would not take the fee. 1
en- breath will fail, and the eyes will clio
lit and the heart will stop You II
IN! hang the couch with gorgeous tapest
m but what does death care for beauti
ed curtains? You may hang the ro
ew with the finest works of art, but w
in does death care for pictures? Y
NAV fill the house with the wailings
widowhood and orphanage; does de-
a, mind weeping?
20 This ought not to be u depress
theme. Who wants to live here
- ever? The world has always trea
me we'll, and every day | feel less
~ less like scolding and complaining.
vet l would not want TO make I
- nv eternal residence. | love
- watch the clouds, and bathe my S
in the blue sea of Heaven; but L
pect when the armament Is rol
awav as a scroll to see a new He1N
prander, higher and more glori'
You ought to be willing to excha
your body that has
sideaches and weaknesses IN
merable, tina limpS with the st
bruise, or testers with the thorn
NV ao~as on the funeral pVre of few