St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1896-09-26

l tlO0 lOE IL COWl0Xs
One Of your children has lately b
como . favoritc. The cry Of tina
child strikes deeper into tho hear
than the cry of all the othera 70,
think more shout it. You give 1
moro attention. not because It II AZ,
moro Of . treasure than the others
but because It is becoming frail Their,
IS something In tho cheek. In the ey'
and In the walk that makes you quit,
sure that the leaves Of the flower an
going to be scattered. The utmos
nursing and medical attendance ar,
Intellectual. The pulse become feeble
the complexion lighter, the step weak
er, tho laugh fainter. No romping fcl
that one through hall and parlor. Tn,
nursery Is darkened by an approach
ing calamity. The heart feels will
mournful anticipation that tho sun i
going down. Night speeds on. It L
toward evening.
You have long rejoiced in the caro- q
. 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 I
perpetual blessing In the household
But the fruit-gatherers are looking
wistfully ut that tree. Her soul IL rips
for Heaven. The gates are ready x
Hash open for her entrance. But youl
soul sinks ut the thought Of q seuara
ton. You can not bear to think thai
soon yOu will BE- called to take the last
look at her face, which from tho flrst
hour has looked upon you with aztec
ton Interchangeable But you $50 that
life IL ebbing and the grave will soon
hide her from your sight You 81,
quiet. You feel hcavy-hearted. Th>
light Is fading from the sky. Tho all
II chilly. It Il toward evening.
You had . considerable estate and
felt independent In Eve minutes or
ono fair balance sheet you could see
just how you stood In tho world. Blu,
there came complications. Something
that You imagined impossible hap
pened. Tho best friend you had
proved . traitor to your interests. A
sudden crash Of national misfortunes
Frustrated your credit You may
to-day b going on in busines,
but you feel anxious about where
you are standing, and fear that
the next turning of the wheel will
bring you PROSTATE. You iorsee what
You consider certain defalcatiou. You
think Of tho anguish OF telling your
friends you are not worth . 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 the moving into q
palmer house The misfortunes OF life
have accumulated. You wonder what
makes the sky SO dark. It is toward
evening.
Trouble Is IN apothecary that mixes
= great many draughts, bitter and sour
and nauseous. and you must drink
some one Of them. Trouble puts up a
great many packs, and you must carry
some one of them. There is no sandal
so thick and well adjusted but some
thorn will strike through 1t. 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 reitcrate in
tones that We can not mistake, and
ought not to disregard. It is toward
evening.
Oh. then, for Jesus to abide with us.
He sweetens the cup. He extracts the
thorn. He wigs the tear. He bushes
the tempest. He soothes the soul that
flies to Him for shelter. Let the night
swoop and the surociydon cross the
sea Let the thunders roar-soon all
will be well. Christ in tho ship to
soothe His friends Christ on the
sea to stopss its Il umult. Christ
in the grave to- scatter the
darkness. Christ in the heavens
to lead the way. Blessed all such.
His arms will inclose than, His grace
comfort them. Ills light cheer them,
His sacrifice free thesis.His glory en-
chant them. If earthly estate takes
wings. lie will be sdlincorruptible
treasure. If friends die, He will be
their resurrection. Standing with US
in the morning. Of ous. Joy and in the
monday Of our prosperity, He will not
forsake rs wAoG the luster has faded
and it is toward evening.
Listen to Pauls battle shout with
misfortune. Hark to mounting Lati-
mer's ire-song. Look at the glory
that has reft the dungeon and filled
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-
tions, attempting to heal gangrenc
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 unstrap our crushing
burdens; nothing can overcome our
spiritual foes; nothing can open our
eyes to see the surroun ding horses ana
chariots Of salvation that I'LL all the
mountains, but the voice and COM
mand Of Him who stopped one night
ut Emmaus.
The words of the text are pertinent
to us all, from the fact that we are
nearing the evening Of death.
l have heard it said that we
ought to live as though each moment
were to be our last. do not believe
that theory. As far Is preparation Is
concerned, we ought always to be
ready; but we can not always be think
ing of death. for We have duties in life
that demand our attention. When .
man IL selling goods it Is his business
to think of the bargain he is max
ing. When = man IS pleading in the
courts it is his duty to think of the in
terests of his clients. When . clerk is
adding up his accounts it is his duty
to keep his mind upon the colnmn of
fgures He who fills up his life with
thoughts of death is far from being
the highest style Of Christian. l knew
. man who used often to say at night:
II wish might die before morning."
He became nm infidel
But there are times when we can
and ought to give ourselves to the con-
temptation Of that solemn moment
when to the soul time ends and cter-