The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-08-15

msStyrs TO be arm whsl one word o.
rscantation would have unfastcned The
withss Of the stake and put out thu
kindling fire9 When the night Of the
soul came on and all the denizens OF
darkness came riding upon the winds
Of perdition-who gave strength TO thu
soulf Who gave calmness to the
heart? Who broke the spell of In
fernal enchantment? He who heard
the request Of the villagers: "Abide
with us, for IL 10 toward evening"
The prayer Of tie text IL 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 20 evident that
we need to be making special prepars-
ton 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 IL. Won give 1t
more attention. not because 1t is any
more Of q treasure than the others,
but because 1t is becoming frsil 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 attendanes are
Intellectual. The pulse become feeble,
the complexion lighter, the step weak
err, the laugh fainter. No romping for
that one through hall and parloE. The
nursery Is darkened by an approach
ing calamity. The heart feels with
mournful anticipation that the sun Is
going down Night speeds on. IL IL
towards evening.
You have long rejoiced In the care of
a mother. You have done every thing
to make her last days happy. Youha
run with quick feet to wait upon her
every want. Her presence has been .
perpetual blessing in the household.
But the fruit-gatherers are looking
wistfully at thai tree Her soul is ripe
for Heaven. The gates are ready to
fash open for her entrance. But your
soul sinks at the thought Of a separa-
ton. You can NOT bear to think that
soon you will be called to take the last
look at herface, which from the first
hour has looked upon you with affeo--
tion Interchangeable. But you see that
life Is ebblng and the grave will soon
hide her from your sight You sit
quiet You feel haavy-hearted. The
light is fading from the sky. The air
is chilly. 1t is toward evening.
You had a considerable estate and
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 a traitor to your interests A
sudden crash of national misfortunes
Frustrated your credit You may
to-day be going ON in bushes,
but you feel anxious about where
you are standing and fear that
the next turning of the wheel will
bring you prostrate. You forsee what
you consider certain defalcation. You
think OF the anguish of telling your
friends you arc not worth a 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 tho moving into q
palmer house. The misfortunes Of life
have accumulated. You wonder what
evening.
Trouble Is an. apo thecary that mixes
a great many draughts, 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 no sandal
so thick andlweM adjusted but some
thorn will strike through II. There is
no sound so sweet but the undertaker's
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 reitcrate in
tones that we can not mistake, and
ought not to- disregard. 1t is toward
evening.
Oh, then, tor 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 DO 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,
soothA His friends Christ on. the
sea to 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 inclose them, HIS, grace
comfort them, His light cheer them
His sacrifice free them, His glory en-
chant them. II earthly estate takes
wings, He will be an incorruptihle
treasure. II friends die, He will be
their resurrection. Standing with MS
in the morning of our Joy and in the
MONDAY of our prosperity, He. will not
forsake us when the luster has faded
and 1t is toward evening.
Listen to Pauls battle shout with
misfortune. Hark to mounting Lati-
mer's fre-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