The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1896-08-14

sions and excitements, you
with awful emphasis that ~ was
toward evening. In the temp'sa
hour you need to ask Jesus -
abide with you. You can beat paon
the monster that would devour you,
You can unhorse the sin that Wouiu
ride you down. You can sharpen 'n
battle-ax with which you split the neaa
az helmeted abomination! VINO helpeu
paul shake the brazengated heart %
Felixp Who acted like good saiior
when all the crew howled in the Meul-
terranean shipwreck? Who helped the
martyrs to be firm when one Woru -
recantation would have unfastenea .no
withes of the stake and put out the
kindlinp fire? When the night OF the
soul came on and all the denlzens =
darkness came riding upon the Winus
Of perdition-who gave strength to the
soul? Who gave calmness TO the
heart? Who broke the spell OF IN.
fernal enchantment? He who hearo
the request of the villagers: "holde
with us. for it is toward evening
The prayer of the text is appropriate
for all who are anticipating sorrow.
The greatest folly that ever grew on
this planet is the tendency to borrow
! trouble; but there are times when APP
preaching sorrow is SO evident that
we need to be making special prepare
ton for it's coming.
One of your children has lately be-
come a favorite. The cry OF that
child strikes deeper into the heart
than the cry of all the others You
think more about it. You give y
more attention, not because 1T IS any
more of a treasure than the others,
but because it is becoming frail. There
is something in the cheek, in the eye
and in the walk that makes you quite
/ sure that the leaves of the flower are
going to be scattered. The utmost
nursing and medical attendance are
Intellectual. The pulse become feeble
the complexion lighter, the step weak
err, the laugh fainter. No romping foI
that one through hall and parlor. The
| nursery is darkened by an approach
ing calamity. The heart feels with
mournful anticipation that. the sun Is
going down. Night speeds on, It Is
toward evening.
You have long rejoiced in the care O
a mother. You have done everything
to make her last days happy. You have
run with quick feet to wait upon hel
every want. Her presence has been
perpetual blessing in the household
But the fruit-gatherers are looking
wistfully at that tree. Her soul is ripe
for Heaven. The gates are ready *
flash open for her entrance. But You
soul sinks at the thought OF separa
ton. You can not bear to think tina
soon you will be called to take the las
look at her face, which from the hrs
hour has looked upon you with affec
ton Interchangeable. But you see tina
life is ebbing and the grave will sool
hide her from your sight. You 81
quiet. You feel heavy-hearted. Tn
light is fading from the sky. The al
is chilly. 1t is toward evening.
You had considerable estate an
felt independent. In five minutes O
one fair balance sheet you could Sc
lust how you stood in the world. Blu
there came complications Sometime
that you imagined impossible haI
/ pened. The best friend you ha
| proved traitor to your interests.
/ sudden crash of national misfortune
Frustrated your credit You ma
r to-day be going on in bushes
but you feel anxious about wher
r YOU are standing, and fear tina
E the next turning of the wheel wi
' bring you PROSTATE. You forsee whs
D YOU consider certain defalcation. 70
? think of the anguish of telling yor
? friends you are not worth dolla
r You know not how you will ever brin
y your children home from school. Yo
J, wonder how you will stand the sellin
/, of your library or the moving into
a palmer house. The misfortunes of Ii
have accumulated. You wonder VIII;
q m axes the sky so dark. 1t is towal
i evening.
e Trouble is an apothecary that mix
!. a great many draughts, bitter and sol
# and nauseous, and you must drir
# some one of them. Trouble puts up
e great many packs, and you must carr
{. some one of them. There is no sand
@ so thick and well adjusted but son
d thorn will strike through it. There
,e no sound so sweet but the undertakes
IN screw-driver CRATES through it. In tt
,e swift shuttle of the human heart sol
N of the threads must break. The 10,
lie ney from Jerusalem to Emmaus W
ID soon be ended. Our Bible, our comm
ID sense, our observation reitcrate
,r tones that we can not mistake, a
in ought not to disregard. 1t is iowa
ar evening.
H. On. then, for Jesus to abide with
ne He sweetens the cup. He extracts
tn thorn. He wipes the tear. He husf
- ...as+ He eoofhee the Soul III