The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1896-08-21

You have long rololcod Ia tho caro- az
mother You have done everything to make
her lUFt days happy lOu gave run Wlit
Quick feet t0 wait upon her every want Her
presence bias been 70 perpetual blessing in thr
household. Bot che fruuEHihefeu are look
ing Wistiully ai that tree. Her soul Is rIpu
for heaven. The gates are ready 90 lash
open lor Der entrance. hui your soul sinks
al tho thourht of 70 separation. You cannot
bear 90 think that soon YOU win be called q
take the last look No that iaoo which from
iHe nrst hour has looked upon you With az
feciion interchangeable. But you see that liie
IS ebblng aud tho grave viii soon hide her
from your sight You git quiet You feel
heavy hearted. The Hight Is fading from The
sky. Tho Dir Il chill 10 is toward evening.
You bad o. considerable estate aud felt in.
dependent Ia I've minutes on one fair bali
auco sheet you could see just how YOU stood
ia the world. But there came complications
Something that you imagined impossible
happened. The best friend you bad proved
traitor % your interest A sudden crash OF
National miaiorlunes prosirated your credit
You may to-day ba going on in business. but
you feel anxious about whore you are stand
ing and fear that the next turning OF The
vheel win bring you prostrate You ioresee
what You consider certain dedication. fot
think of the anguish of telling your friends
You are not worth a dollar You know not
how you viii ever bring your children home
from school. You wonder how you win
stand the selling Of your library or tho nov
ing into @ palmer house. Ihs misi0rtuna9
OF Tie have accumulated. You wonder what
makes the sky so dark. IL IS toward cyen-
Ing.
Trouble Is an apothocary that mixes
great many drafts bitter and sour and
nauseous, and you must drink somo ono OF
them. Trouble puts mp a great many packs,
aad you must carry some one OF them.
There Is no sandal so thick and well ad-
iusted but some thorn viii str ke through it.
There Is no sound so sweet but tho under
takers screwdriver CRATES through IT, In this
swift shuttle OF the human heart some of the
threads must break. The Journey from
Jerusalem TO Emmaus will soon be ended.
Our Bible, our common sense, our Obserya-
ton, relterate IN tones that we cannot mis-
take and ought not 10 disregard. Il is to-
ward evening
Oh, then, for Jesusto abide with uBl He
sweetens the cup. DC extracts the thorn. Re
wipes the tear. He bushes the tempest. He
soothes the soul that fle5 10 Him for shelter.
Let the night swoop and the enroclydon
cross the sea. Let the thunder roar. Soon
all will be well. Christ In the ship 10 soothe
His friends. Christ on the sea to stop iis
tumult. Christ ia the grave TO scatter the
darkness. Christ IN the heavens to lead the
way. Blessed all such. His arms will en-
close them, His grace comfort them, HIS
light cheer them, His sacrifice free them, His
glory enehant them. II earthly estate takes
wings, He will be an incorrupdble treasure.
II friends die, He will be their resurrection.
Standing with US in the morning Of our Joy
orad IA Hbn uaamAnsr 20 rsunanarlfgr a
will not forsake us when the luster has faded
and II ie toward evening.
Listen TO PauPs battle shout with misior-
tune. Bark to mounting Latimers fire song.
Look at the glory that has reit the dungeon
and filled the earth and heavens with the
crash of the falling manacles Of despotism
I And then look at those who have tried e.
/ cure themselves by human prescriptions, at
| tempting to heal gangrene with patch OF
! court plaster and to stop the plague OF dying
/ empires with the quackery Of earthly wis
/ dom. Nothing can speak peace to the soul
/ nothing can unstrap our crushing burdens
nothing can overcome our spiritual foes
nothing can open our eyes 70 see the sur
rounding horses and charlots Of salvation
| that I'll all the mountains. but the voice and
command Of Him who stopped one night al
Emmaus.
The words Of the text ara pertinent to X
oil, from the fact that We are nearing th,
evening Of death. have heard it said thai
we ought 20 live as though each moment
we're TO be our last do not believe thai
Sheory. AS far as preparation is concerned
we ought always to be ready; but we eanno
always DO thinking Of death, for VIC hav,
duties In life that demand our attention
When man Is selling goods. it is his bust
ness to thlnk Of the bargain he is making
When a man is pleading In the courts, 1t Il
his duty to think of the interests OF bill
clients. When clerk is adding up his &C
counts, 1t is his duty to keep his mind upor
the column OF figures. He who flls I'D hi
life with thoughts OF death is far from beins
the highest style OF Christian. knew
man who used TO often say at night II wisl
might die before morning" Hebecame al
inhdel
But there are times when we can and cugh
to give ourselves to the contemplation o
that solemn moment when to the soul tim
ends and eternity begins. We must &,
through that one pass. There IS no round
about way, no bypath, no eircuitous route
Die we must; and 1t will be to us a shameful
occurrence or a time Of admirable behavior
Our friends may stretch out their hands &
keep us back, but no imploration on thei
part can hinder US. They might offer larg
retainers, but death would not take the fee
The breath will fail. and the eyes will CLOSE
and the heart will stop. You may hang tn
couch with gorgeous tapestry, but what doe
death care for beautiful curtains2 You ma
hang the room with the finest works Of art
but what does death care for picturesl Yo
may fill tho house with the waillngs {
widowhood and orphanage; does death min
Weepingf
This ought not to be a depressing theme
Who wants to live here farover2 The worl
has always treated me we'll, and every day
feel less and less like scolding ami eomplail
ing. But yet / would not want to make tn
my eternal residence. | love to watch th
clouds and battle my soul ia the blue sea
heaven, but expect when the armament
rolled away rs a scroll to SEQ a new heavel
grander, higher and more glorious. Yc
ought to be willing to exchange your bod
that has headaches ami sideaches and wea
ness innumerable, that limps with the stor
bruise or testers with tue thorn or fame
on the funeral pyre OF fevers for an inco
ruptible body and an eye that blinks not b
fore the jasper gates and the great viii
! throne. But between that.and this there is
hour about which no man should be reekle
or foolhardy. doubt not your courage, b
tell you that you will want something be
ter than strong arm, a good aim and