The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1896-08-13

Elements, but found that their prey
was gone. So, when we are assailed
I in temptation, there is always. some
secret stair by which we might get off.
4 God will not allow us to be tempted
above what we are able, but with eY-
cry mptation will bring way Of
escape that we may be able to bear it.
The prayer of the text is appropriate.
Il for all who are anticipating sorrow.
4 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
4 we need to be making special prepar-
alton for its coming.
One of your children has lately be-
come 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 more attention,
not because it is any more Of trea-
sure than the others, but because it is
becoming frail. There is something
1 in the cheek, the eye and in the walk
4 that makes you quite sure that the
4 leaves Of the flower are going to be
/. scattere 1. The utmost nursing and
/ medical attention are ineffectual. The
pulse becomes feeble, the complexion
1 lighter the step weaker, the laugh
j fainter. Nc moro romping for that one
through hall and parlor The nursery
is darkened by an apprca ching calam-
4 ity The heart feels with mournful an
A ticipation that the sun is going down.
i Night speeds on. It is toward even
ing.
a You have long rejoiced in the care
i OF a mother. You have done every
thing to make her last days happy.
You have run with quick feet to wait
upon every want. Her presence has
i been a perpetual blessing in the house
4 hold. But the fruit-gatherers are look
ing Wistfully at that tree Her soul is
i ripe for heaven. The gates are ready
to flash open for her entrance. But
i your soul sinks at the thought Of a
4 separation. You cannot bear to think
a that soon you will be called to take
/ the last look at that face which from
/ the first hour hes looked upon you
1 with affection uilcharg eable. But you
see that life is ebbing 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 chill. It is toward evening.
i You had a considerable estate and
4 felt independent. In five minutes on
one fair balance sheet you could see
just how you stood in the world. But
there came complications. Something
that you imagined impossible hap
pened. The best friend you had proved
4 traitor to your interests. A sudden
crash Of national misfortunes pros
trated your credit. You may to-day be
going on in business, but you feel anx-
ious about where you are standing, and
fear that the next turning Of the wheel
will bring you PROSTATE. You foresee
what you consider certain defalcation.
You think Of the anguish Of telling
your friends you are not worth a dol
lar. 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 palmer 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 scandal
so thick and well adjusted but some
/ thorn will strike through it. 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 jour
ney from Jerusalem to Emmaus will
soon be ended. Our Bible, our common
sense, our observation reiterate 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 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 euroclydon 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 it's tumult. Christ in the grave
to scatter the darkness. Christ in the
heavens to lead the way. Blessed all
such. His arms will enclose them, his
grace comfort them. his light cheer
them, his sacrifice free them, his glory
enchant them. If earthly estate takes
/ 4WluSS, s ueF Will NC ill & luCOIIupClDle
treasure. If friends die, he will be
their resurrection. Standing with us in
| the morning Of our joy and in the noon
day of our prosperity, he will not for
sake us when the luster has faded and
it is toward evening.
i Listen to PauPs battle shout with
misfortune. Hank to mounting Lati-
mer's fire song. Look at the glory that
has reft the dungeon and filed the
earth. and heavens with the crash Of
the falling manacles of despotism.
And then look at those who have tried
/ to cure themselves by human prescrip-
tons, attempting to heal gangrene with
a patch of courtplaster, and to stop the
4 plague Of dying empires with the
quackery Of earthly wisdom. Nothing
can speak peace to the soul. Nothing
Iscan unstrap our crushing burdens,
nothing can overcome our spiritual
foes, nothing can open our eyes to see.
i the surrounding horses and chariots of
4 Sa1yatinn that fill all tho maintains