The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1896-08-12

weaknesses iuumerable. that limps
with the stone bruise, Or testers with
the thorn Or flames on the funeral
pyre of feyers, for an incorrrptible
body and an eye that blinks not be,
fore the Jasper gates and the great
white throne. But between that and
this there is an hour about which no
man should be reckless or fooihardy.
| doubt not your courage, but / tell
you that you will want something
better.than 8 strong arm, I good aim
and 4 trusty sword when you come
to your last battle You will need
better robe than any you have in your
wardrobe to keep you warm III that
place
Circumstances do not make SO much
difference. 1t NAV be bright day
when you push oil from the planet,
or it may be - dark night and while
the owl is hooting from the forest. 1t
may be spring, and your soul may go
out among the blossoms, apple orch
ards swinging their censers IN the
way. 1t may be winter and the earth
in snow shroud. 1t may be autumn,
and the forests set on fire by the re-
treating year, dead nature laid out in
state. II may be with your wife's
hand in your hand or you may be in
strange hotel with servant faith
full to the last It may be in the rail
train, shot oil the switch and tumb-
ling in long reverbration down the
embankment-crash, crash l know
not the time. l know not the mode.
But the days OF our life are being sub
tracted away and we shall come down
to the time when we have but ten days
left, then nine days, then eight days,
then seven days, six days, live days,
four days, three days, two days, one
day. Then hours-three hours, two
hours, one hour. Then only minutes
left-6ve minutes, four minutes, three
minutes, two minutes, one minute.
Then only seconds left-four seconds,
three seconds, two seconds, one sec.
ond. Gone! The chapter of life end
ed! The book closed! The pulses
at rest. The feet through with the
journey! The hands closed from all
work. No word OF the lips. No
breath in the nostrils. Hair combed
back to lie undisheveled by any hu-
man hands. The muscles still.
The nerves still. The lungs
still. The tongue still. All
still. You mi ght put tie stethoscope
| to the breast and hear no sound. You
might put a speaking trumpet to the
ear, but you could not wake the deaf
ness. No motion. No throb. No
life. Still, still
So death comes to the disciple.
What if the sun Of life is about to
set? Jesus is the dayspring from on
high; the perpetual morning of every
ransomed spirit. What if the dark
ness comes2 Jesus is the light of the
world and of heaven. What though
this earthly house does crumble9
Jesus has prepared house of many
mansions. Jesus is the. anchor that
always holds. Jesus is the light that
is never eclipsed. Jesus is the foun-
tain that is never exhausted. Jesus is
the evening star, hung up amid the
gloom of the gathering night!
You are almost through with the
abuse and backbiting Of enemies.
They will call you no more by evil
names. Your good deeds will no
longer be misinterpreted noryourhon-
or Glched. The troubles of earth will
end in the felicities! Toward evening
The bereavements OF earth WILSON be
lifted. You will not much longer
stand pouring your grief in the the
tomb, like Rachel weeping for her
children or David mourning for Alb
SALON.. Broken hearts bound up.
Wounds healed Tears wiped away.
Sorrows terminated. No more sound,
ing of the dead march. Toward even
ingl Death will come, sweet as slum.
Der to the eyelids OF the babe, as full
rations to starving soldier, as even
ing hour to the exhausted workman
The sky will take on its sunset glow,
every cloud q fire psalm, every lake a
CLASSY mirror, the forests trans6gured,
delicate mists climbing the air. Your
friends will announce it; your pulses
will beat it, your joys will ring it;
your lips will whisper it, Toward
EVENING" ~