The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-08-03

Her soul IS nd. for heaven. The gates
I are ready 90 Hash open for her entrance.
filt your soul sinks al the thought Of a
SEPARATION Aou cannot bear 90 think
I futt soon you VIII Dee called 10 take the
7 ll=t LOOK al that face WhicI from the first
/ holr has looked upon you with affection
ulclaHseab.e- But yea see that life Is
cHu-lg and the grave VIA soon hide her
from your sight You sit quiet You feel
I AcaFy-learted- The light is fading from
ine sky. The alr is chilli IL IS toward
Z evening.
You had considerable estate and felt
I indeI endenr. 10 five minutes on one fair
haian ce-sheet you could see just how you
] stood boo the world But there came com
] plicatious. Something that you imagined
4 impossible happened. The best friend you
4 had proved traitor TO your interests 4
/ sudden crash OF national misfOrtunes
I Frustrated your credit You may to-day
I De- going ON Ia business. but you feel
] anxious about where you are standing.
I ana fear that the next turning OF the
z wheel VIII bring you PROSTATE. You fore
see what you consider certain defaica-
ton You think OF the anguish Of tell
+ ING your friends you are not worth dol
I ldI- hou KNOW not how you VIII ever
+ bring your children home from school.
You wonder how you will stand the sell
/ ing of your library or the moving into
7 palmer house. The misfortunes of life
/ have accumulated You wonder what
makes the sky so dark. II is toward even
ing.
Trouble is an apothecary that mixes a
great many draughts, bitter and sour and
nauseOus, and you must drink some one
or them. Trouble puts up a great many
packs, and you must carry some one of
thcm. There Is no sandal so thick and
well adjusted but some thorn will strike
through 1t. There is no sound so sweet
but the undertaker's screw-driver CRATES
through It. In this swift shuttle Of the
human heart some Of the threads must
break. The journey from Jerusalem to
Emmaus will soon be ended. Our Bible.
our common sense our observation reiter-
N lea HHnasH farHaa o.
ought not to disregard. 1t is toward
evening.
Oh, then. for Jesus to abide with us He
sweetens the cup. lie extracts the thorn.
He wipes the tear. He bushes the temp
est. He sOOthes the soul that flies to him
for shelter Let the night swOop and the
euroclydon cross the sea. Let the thun-
ders rOar-sOOn all will be well. Christ
in the ship TO soothe his friends Christ
on the sea 10 stop its tumult. Christ in
the grave to scatter the darkness. Christ
in the heavens to lead the way. Blessed
all such. HIS arms VIII enclose them. his
grace comfort them, his light cheer them,
his sacrifice free them, his glory enchant
them. If earthly estate takes wings, he
Will be an incorruptble treasure. II
friends die, he Will be their resurrection.
Standing with us I'm the morning Of our
Joy and in the monday Of our prosperity.
he Will not forsake us when the lustre has
faded and II Is toward evening.
Listen to Paurs battle-shout with mis-
fortune. Hark to mounting Latimer's
hre-song. Look at the glory that has reft
the dungeon and filled the earth and heav-
ems with the crash of the falling manacles
Of despotism. And then look a those who
have tried TO cure themselves by human
prescriptions, attempting to heal gan
creme with a patch of court-plaster, and
TO stop the plague Of dying empires with
the quackery of earthly wisdom. Nothing
can speak peace to the soul. Nothing can
unstrap our crushing burdens. nothing can
overcome our spiritual foes. nothing can
70 he al n4ae
horses and chariots of salvation that fill
all the mountains, but the voice and com
mand OF him who stopped one night at
Emmaus
The words Of the text are pertinent 10
us all from the fact that we are nearing
the evening Of death. have heard IL said
that we ought to live as though each mo-
ment were to be our last | do not believe
that theory. As far as preparation Is con-
cerned, we ought always to be ready; but
we cannot always be thinking of death
for we have duties in life that demand our
attention. When man is selling goods
ii is his business to think OF the bargain
he is making. When a man is pleading in
the course Il is his duty to think of the
interests of his clients. When a clerk Is
adding up his accounts 1t is his duty to
keep his mind upon the column of figures.
He who fills up his life with thoughts or
death is far from being the highest style
of Christian. I knew a man who used
often to say at night. Il wish I might die
before morning. He became an infdel.
But there are times when we can and
ought to give ourselves to the contempla-
ton Of that solemn moment when to the
soul time ends and eternity begins. We
must go through that one pass. There is
no roundabout way, no by-path, no cir
CuitOus route. Die we must; and il will
be to us a shameful occurrence or a time
of admirable behavior. our friends may
stretch out their hands to keep us back,
but no 1mploration on their part can him
der 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, bur
what does death care for beautiful cur
tains? You may hang the room with the
| finest works of art, but what does death
care for pictures? You may fill the house
with the wailngS of widowhood and or
| phanage. does death mind weeping
This ought not to be a depressing theme.
| Who wants to live here forever TIE
world has always treated me well, and
| every day feel less and less like scolding
! and complaining. But yet l would not
want to make this my eternal residence
/ love to watch the clouds, and battle my
| soul in the blue sea of heaven, but | ex-
/ pect when the armament is rolled away
| as scroll to see a new heaven, grander
/ higher and more glorious. You ought to
| be willing to exchange your body that
/ has headaches and sdeacheS and weak
stOne-bruise, or testers with the thorn
or flames on the funeral pyre of feVers
/ Tor an lncOrrupuble body and an eye that
/ blinks not before the jasper gates and
/ the great white throne. But between that
! and this there is an hour about which
| no man should be reckless or foolhardy
| / doubt not your courage. but l tell you
/ that you will want something better than
! a strong arm, a good aim and a trusty
1 sword when you come 10 your last bat
/ te. You will need a better robe than
\ any you have in your wardrobe to keep
| you warm in that place.
/ Circumstance do NOT make so r1ucb d;f
! ference. 1t may be a bright day wnen
| you push off from the planet, or it may be
/ a dark night, and while the owl is boot
/ ing from the forest. 1t may be spring
/ and your soul may so out among the
! blossoms, apple orchards swinging their
| censers in the way. 1t may be winter
/ and the earth in a snow shroud 1t may
/ be autumn, and the forests set on fire
| by the retreating year; dead nature laid
| out in state. 1t may be with your wife's
hand in your hand or you may he in
| strange hotel with a servant faithful to
| the last. II may be in the rail train. shot
| off the switch and tumbling in long re-
verberaticn down the embankm ent-crash!
crash! l know not the time; l know not
the mode; but the days of our life are
| being subtracted away, and we shall come
! down to the time when we have but ten
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