Milford chronicle. [volume] (Milford, Del.) 1878-1974, 1896-08-07


mourniul anticipation that the sun is GO
ing down Night speeds ON. 1t is toward
! evening.
You have long rcjoiccd in the care Of u
mother You have done every thing to
make her last days happy. You have run
with quick feet TO wait upon her every
want Her presence has been IA perpetual
blessing in the household But the fruit
gatherers are looking wistfully at that
tree. Her soul is ripe for heaven. The
gates arc ready to fash open for her en-
trance. But your soul sinks at the
thought Of u separation. 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
affection Interchangeable But you see that
life is ebbing and TIC grave will soon hide
her from your sight You sit quiet. You
feel heavy heurted Tho light is fading
from the sky The air is chill 1t is to-
ward evening
You had a considerable estate and felt
independent. In five minutes on ono fair
balance sheet you could see just how you
stood in the world. But there camo COM
plications Something that you imagined
impossible happened. The best friend you
had proved traitor to your interests A
sudden crash Of national misfortunes pros
trated your credit You may today be 60
ing on in business, but you feel anxious
about where you arc standing and fear
that the next turning Of the wheel will
bring you PROSTATE. You forescc what you
consider certain defalcation. You think
Of tho anguish of telling your friends you
are not worth dollar. You know not
how you will ever bring your children
Va how " IN
will stand the selling of your library or
the moving into palmer house. The mis-
fortunes Of life have accumulated. You
wonder what makes the sky so dark. 1t
is toward evening.
Soothing the Soul.
Trouble is an apothecary that mixes a
great many drafts bitter and sour and
nauseous, and you must drink some one
of them. Trouble puts up great many
packs and you must carry some one Of
them There is 10 sandal so thick and
well adjusted but some thorn will strike
through it, There is no sound so sweet
but the undertakcr's screwdrivcr 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, cur observation, rclter-
ate in tones that VIC cannot mistake and
ought not to disregard. 1t is toward even
ing.
Oh then, for Jesus to abide with US He
sweetens the cup. He extracts the thorn.
He wipes the tear. He bushes the tempest.
He soothes the soul that flies to him for
shelter Let the night swoop and the euro
clydon cross the sea Let the thunders
roar Soon all will be well. Christ in the
ship to soOthe his friends. Christ on the
sea to stop its tumult. CSrist in the grave
to scatter the darkness. Christ in the
heavens to lead the way. Blessed all such.
His arms will inclose them, his grace COM
fort them, his light cheer them, his sacri
flee free them, his glory cnchunt them. If
earthly estate takes wings, he will DO an
incorruptible treasure If friends die, he
will be their resurrection. Standing with
us in the morning Of our joy and i'll the
MONDAY of our prosperity, he will not for |
sake us when the luster has faded and it
is toward evening.
Listen to Pauls hattie shout with mis- |
fortune. Hank to mounting Latimer's fire
song. Look at tho glory that has reft the
dungeon and filled the earth and heavens
with the crash of the falling manacles of
despotism And then look mt those who
have tried to cure themselves by human
prescriptions, attempting to heal gangrene
with 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 I'M
strap our crushing burdens, nothing can
overcome our spiritual foes, nothing can
open our eyes to see the surrounding horses
and ehariots of salvation that I'll all the
I'D. fNrnf
him who stopped one night at Emmaus.
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 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, Tor
we have duties in life that demand our at
tention. When man is selling goods, it
is his business to think of the bargain he
is making. When a man is pleading in the
courts, it is his duty to think of the inter
ests of his clients When a clerk Is adding
up his accounts, it is his duty to keep his
mind upon the column of figures. He who
fills up his life with thoughts Of death is
far from being the highest style of Chris
tian. 1 knew a man who used often to shy
at night, Il wish 1 might die before morn
ingP' He became an infideL
From Darkness to Light.
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 bypath, no cir
cuitous route. Die we must, and it will
be to us u shameful occurrence or time Of
admirable behavior Our friends may
stretch out their hands to keep us back,
but no imploration on their part can him
der us. They might offer large retainers,
but death would not take the fee. The
breath will fnil 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 curtainss You
may hang the room with the finest works
of art but what does death care for pic
lures? You may fill the house with the
wailings Of widowhood and orphanage-
does death mind weeping:
This ought not to be depressing theme.
Who wants to live here forever The world
has always treated me well, and every day
feel less and less like scolding and COM
But yet / would not want to
make this my eternal residence. love 70
watch the clouds and ,hathe nv sou, IN
the armament Is rolled away as "a scroll to
zee a new heaven, grander, higher and
more glorious You ought to be willing
TO exchange your body that has headaches
and sideaches and weaknesses innumer-
able, that limps with the stone bruise, or
testers with the thorn, or flames on tho
funeral pyre of fevers, for an incorruptible
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
| tell you that you will want something
better than strong arm, good aim and
d trusty sword when you come to your last
battle. You will need a better robe than
any you have in your wardrobe to keep you
warm in that place.
Circumstances do not make so much