The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-07

slight cold. Now q season Of over
fatigue. Now fever. Now . stitch
In the side. Now a neuralgia thrust.
Now . rhcmatic twinge. Now q fall.
Little by little. Pain by pain. Les,
steady of limb. Sight not SO clear
Ear not SO alert. After awhile we
take staff. Then. after much TO
sistance, we come to spectacles. In
stead OF bounding into the vehicle, we
are willing to be helped in. At last
the octogeDi rian falls. Forty years
of decaying. No sudden change. No
fierce cannonading Of the batteries OF
life; but fading away-slowly-
gradually. As the leaf! As tho leaf!
Again, like the leaf. we fade to make
room for others. Next years forests
will be rs grandly foliaged as this.
There are other generations OF oak
leaves to take the place of those which
this autumn perish. Next May the
cradle of the wind will rock the young
buds Tho woods will be all alum
with tho chorus Of leafy voices. II
the tree in front of your house, like
Elijah. takes chariot of fire, its man
Etle will fall upon Elisha. II, in the
blast Of these autumnal batteries, 80
many ranks fall, there are reserve
forces TO take their place to defend
| the fortress of the hills. The beaters
of gold leaf will have more gold leaf to
beat. The crown that drops to-day
from the head of the oak will be
picked up and handed down for other
kings to wear. Let the blasts come.
They only make room for other life.
So, when we 60, others take our
spheres. We do not grudge the fu-
ture generations their places. We will
have had our good time. There is no
signing among these leaevs to-day, be-
cause other leaves are to follow them.
After lifetime of preaching, doctor
ing, selling, sewing or digging, let us
chcerfully give way for those who
come on to do the preaching, doctor
ing, sewing and digging. God grant
that their life may be brighter than
ours has been! AS we get older, do not
let US be affrontcd II young men and
women crowds us little. We will
have had our day, and we must
let them have theirs. When our
voices get cracked, let US not
snarl at those who can MARBLE. When
our knees are stiffened, let us have
patience with those who go fleet as the
deer. Because our leaf is fading, do
not let us despise the unfrosted.
Autumn must not envy the spring.
Old men must be patient with boys.
DR.. Guthrie stood up in Scotland and
said: "You need not think / am old
because my hair is white; i never was
so young as am now" look back to
my childhood days, and remember
when, in winter nights, in the sitting
room, the children played, the blithest
and the gayest of all the company was
father and mother. Although reach
ing fourscore years of age, they never
got old.
Do not be disturbed as you see good
and great men die. People worry when
some important parsonage passes off
the stage and say: "IIis place will
never be taken" But neither the
church nor the state will suffer for it.
There will be others to take the places.
When God takes one man away He
has another right back of Him. God
is SO rich in resources that lie
could spare 5000 Snmmerfields and
Saurins, il there were SO many.
There will be other leaves as green.
as eXquisitely veiued, as grace
fully etched, as well pointed. How
ever prominent the place we fill, our
death will not jar the world. One fall
ing leaf does not shake the Adiron-
dacks. A ship is not we'll manned un-
less there be an extra supply of
hands; some working on deck; some
sound asleep in their hammoclss. God
has manned this world very well.
There will be other seamen on deck
when you and are down in the cabin,
sound asleep in the hammocks.
Again: As with the leaves, we fade
and fall and myriads of others. One
can not count the number of plumes
which these frosts are plucking from
the hills. They will strew all the
streams; they will drift into the cav
ems; they will soften the wild beasts
lair. and fill the eagles eyrie.
All the aisles of the forest will be
covered with their carpet, and the
steps of the hills glow with wealth
of color and shape that will defy the
looms of Administer. What urn could
hold the ashes of all these dead leaves?
Who could count the hosts that burn
on this funeral pyre of the mountains?
So we die in concert. The clock that
strikes the hour of our going will
sound the going of many thousands.
Keeping step with the feet of those
who carry us out will be the tramp of
hundreds doing the same Grand Be-
tween so and 20 people every day lie
down in Greenwood. That place has
over two hundred thousand of the
dead. said to the man at the gate:
"Then II there are so many here,
you must have the largest ceme-
terry" lie said there were two
Roman Catholic cemeteries in the city,
each of which had more than this. We
are all dying. London and Pekin are
not the greatest cities of the world.
The grave is the great city. It hath
mightier population, longer streets,
brighter lights, thicker darknesses