Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1896-08-06

| rhild strikes deeper into the heart
than tho cry oi all :l,e Others. You
think more about it. You give it
more attention, not because it is any
more of treasure than the others.
but because it is becoming frail There
is something in the check, in the eye
and in the walk that makes you quite
sure that the leaves of the flower are
| going Ia he scattered. The utmost
nursing and medical attendance are in
ctfcctual. The pulse becomes feeble,
the complexion lighter, the step weak
| or, the laugh fainter No more romp-
| ing for that one through hall and par
| Tor. The nursery is darkcned by an
approaching calamity. The heart feels
with mournful Anticipation that the
sun is going down. Night Speeds OH:
/ 1t is toward evening.
You have long rcjoiccd in the care OF
Il mother. You have done everything
tai make her last days happy. You
! have run with Huicli feet TO wait upon
/ her every want. Her presence HIS
/ rccu perpetual blessing in tile hoiise-
| hold But the fruit gathcrcrS are look
/ ing wistfullt at that tree. Her
| soul is ripe for Heaven. The
gates are ready to flash open for
| her entrance. But your soul sinks
at the Thought Of separation. You
can not bear "a think that sotn yhu
! will lie called tn take the last Look at
| that face which from the first hour has
looked upon you with affection Uni
changcablc. But You see that life is
cbbing and the grave will soon hide
her from your sight. You sit quiet.
You feel heavy hearted. The light is
fading from the sky. The air is chilly.
| Ut is toward evening.
lOn had n considerable estate, and
felt Independent. In five minutes On
one fair balance sheet vOh could sPc
| just how You stood in the world. But
there came complications. Something
that you imagined impossible happen
ed. The best friend you had proved
| traitor to Your interests. 4 sudden
crash of national his 'ortuucS prOStrat-
ed Your credit. Gou may to-day he
on in business hut You feel anxious
about where you are standing. and fear
that the next turning of the wheel will
bring you prnstratc. You forcscc what
| you consider certain defalcation. You
think of the anguish o. telling Your
| friends you are not worth dollar.
| You know not how you will ever bring
| your children home from school. You
wonder how YOU will stand the selling
of your library or the moving into u
palmer house. The misfortuncs of life
h.x- ,ln4
makes the sky 50 dark. Ii is toward
evening.
Trouble il an apothccary that mikes
a great many draughtS, bitter and sour
and nauseous, and YOU must drink some
one uf them. There il no scandal so
! thick and wcll-adjuStcd but some thorn
will strike through it.. In this swift
| shuttle Of the human heart some of the
| threads must break. The Journey
from Jerusalem to Emmaus will soon
| he ended, Our Bible, our common
/ sense, our observation rcitcrate in
| tones that we can not mistake, and
! ought not to disregard. 1t is toward
'~cning.
! Oh, then, for Jesus TO abide with us.
I lie swcctcns the cup. lie extracts the
thorn. lie wipes the tear iir bushes
. the tempest. lie soothcs IA ,oul that
I flies to him for shelter Lee til, nigh:
swoop and the ,urrclrjou cross the
sea. Let thy thundCr~ ruar-Soon
all wiz he well ,i...>t in the ship
! 3D. s.uthr his friends. Christ OH the sea
. Go stop Its tumult, Christ the grave
/ tu vratt"" the darkness. Christ in
the &c" ms to lead the way. blessed
!. all -grH lIis irmS will enclose them,
y Hi, Ir,.c comfort them. His light cheer
fEvr4. '.' sacrifice free them, His glory
icn,haUt hem. If earthly estate takes
= ,Ir.a y will be an incorruptitle
! treasure. If friends die. lie will be
! Their resurrection. Standing with us
in the morning of our JOY and in the
MONDAY of our prosperity lie will not
iorsakc us when the lustcr has faded
and il is toward evening.
Listen To Paul's battle shout with
misfortune Hank to mounting Init.
mcrs fire song. Look Mt the glory
that has left the dungeon and filed the
earth and heavens with the crash of
! the falling manaclcs of dcspoiism.
And then look at those who have tried
To cure themselves by human prcscrip-
: tons, attempting to heal gangrenc
with a patch of court plaster and to
stop the plagre of dying empires with
the quackcry Of earthly wisdom. Moth
ing can speak peace to the soul.
J Nothing can unstrap our crushing
! burdens, nothing can overcome our
spiritual foes. nothing can open our
! eyes to see the surrounding horses and
chariots OF salvation that fill all the
mountains, but the voice and command
of Him who stopped one night at En-
maus
! The words of the text are pertinent
! to us all. from the fact that we are
nearing the evening of death. have
: heard it said that we ought tn I've rs
! though each moment was to he our
! last. do not believe that theory. As
far as preparation is concerned. we
ought always I've ready; but we can not
always he thinking of death, for
we have duties in life that de-
mand our attention. When man
is selling goods it is his bust
ness to think of the bargain
Ia, is making. When n man is plead
ing in the courts it is his duty to think
If the interests of his clients When a
clerk is adding up his accounts it Is his
duty to keep his mind upon the COL
umn of figures. lie who fills up his
life with thoughts of death is far from
being the highest style of Christian.
| knew n man who used often to say at
night: Il wish | might die before
morning." He became an infidel.
But there are times when we can and
ought to give ourselves to the contem-
p alton of that solemd moment when
to the soul time ends and eternity be-
gins. We must go through that one
pass. There is no roundabout way, no
by path. no circuitous route. Die we
must, and it will be to us a shameful
occurrence or time of admirable be-
havior. Our friends may stretch out
their hands to keep us back, but no i'm
ploration on their part can hinder us.
They might offer large retainers but
death would not take the fee. The
breath will fail, and the eyes will close,
and the heart will stop. You may hang
the couch with gorgeous tapestry, but
what does death care for beautiful cur
tlins? You may hang the room with
finest works of art, but what does
death care for pictures? You may fill
the house with the wailings of widow.
hood and orphanage, does death mind
weeping?
This ought not to be a depressing
theme. Who wants to live here for