Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1896-08-03

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all the denizcns of darkness came riding
upon the winds of perdition, who gave
! strength to the soul? Who gave calm
ness to the heart? Who broke the spell
of Internal enchantment? He who heard
she request of the villagers, "Abide
with us. for it is toward evening.
One of the forts of France was at
tackled, and the outworks were taken be-
fore night The besieglng army lay
down, thinking there was but little to
do in the morning, and that the SOL
diery in the fort could be easily made
to surrender. But during the night,
through a back stairs, they escaped into
the country. In the morning the be-
sieging army sprang upon the battle
ments, but found that their prey was
gone So, when we are assaulted in
temptation, there is always some secret
stair by which we might get off. God
will not allow US to be tempted above
what we are able, but with every temp
tation will bring way Of escape that
we may be able to bear it.
Anticipating Sorrow.
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 ap-
preaching sorrow is SO evident that we
need to be making special preparation
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 it more attention,
not because it is any more of a treasure
than the others, but because it is be-
coming 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 at
tendance are Intellectual. The pulse be-
comes feeble, the complexion lighter,
the step weaker, the laugh fainter No
more romping for that one through hall
and parlor. The nursery is darkened by
an approaching calamity. The heart
feels with mournful anticipation that
the sun is going down. Night speeds
On. 1t is toward evening.
You have long rejoiced in the care of
mother You have done everything to
make her last days happy You have
run with quick feet to wait upon her
every want. Her presence has been q
perpetual blessing in the household.
But the fruit gatherers are looking visit
fully at that tree. Her soul is ripe for
heaven. The gates are ready to flash
open for her entrance. But your soul
sinks at the thought of separation.
You cannot bear to think that soon you
will be called to take the last look at
that face which from the first hour has
looked upon you with affection I'M
changeable. But you see that life is ebb-
ing 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 1t is to-
ward evening.
You had 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 happened. The
best friend you had proved traitor to
your interest. A sudden crash Of nation
al misfortunes Frustrated your credit. |
You may today be going on i'll business,
are standing and fear that the next |
turning of the wheel will bring you
PROSTATE. You foresee what you con-
slider certain defalcation. You think of |
the 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 libra
ry or the moving into a palmer house
The misfortunes of life have accumulat-
ed. You wonder what makes the sky SO
dark. 1t is toward evening.
Sweetening the Cup.
Trouble is an apothecary that mixes
great many drafts 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
and we'll adjusted but some thorn will
strike through it. There is no sound so
sweet but the undertaker's screwdriver
CRATES through it. In this swift shuttle
of the human heart some of the threads
mu st break The journey from Jerusa-
lem to Emmaus will soon be ended.
Our Bible, our common sense, our OBJ
Servat1On, re1terate III 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 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 its tu-
multi. Christ in the grave to scatter the
darkness Christ in the heavens to lead
the way. Blessed all such. His arms
will inclaSe them his grace comfort |