Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1898-07-18

not ask you whether you will have it
in bills of large denomination or small.
I would like to put one sentence of my
sermon in italics and have it under
scored, and three exclamation points at
the end of the sentence, and that SEN
tence is this: AS we cannot live our
lives over again the nearest we can
come to atone for the past is by redou-
bled holiness and industry in the future.
If this rail train Of life has been de-
tanned and switched off and is far be-
hind the time table, the engineer for
the rest of the way must put on more
pressure of steam and go mile min
ute in order to arrive at the right time
and place, under the approval of con-
ductor and directors.
Practice Kindness.
AS supposed it would be, there are
young people on whom this subject has
acted with the force Of galvanic bat
terry. Without my saying a word to
them, they have soliloquized, saying:
GAS one cannot live his life over again,
and I can make only one trip, I must
look out and make no mistakes, have
but one chance, and I must make the
most of it." My young friends, am
glad you made this application of the
sermon yourself. When minister, to-
ward the close of his sermon, says,
CHOW, a few words by way Of applica-
ton, people begin to look around for
one sleeve of their overcoats, and the
sermonic application is failure. am
glad you have made your own app1ica-
ton and that you are resolved, like
Quaker of whom read years ago, who,
in substance, said, II shall be along
this path of life but once, and SO I must
do all the kindness can and all the
good CAM
My hearers the mistakes of youth can
never be corrected. Time gone is gone
forever An opportunity passed the
thousandth part of a second has by one
leap reached the other side of great
eternity. In the autumn when the birds
migrate you look up and see the sky
black with wings and the focks stretch
ing out into many leagues of air, and so
today look up and see two large wings
in full sweep They are the wings of
the flying year. That is followed by
flock of 365, and they are the flying
days. Each of the flying days is follow
ed by "a, and they are the flying hours
and each of these is followed by 60, and
these are the flying minutes. Where did
this great flock start from? Eternity
past. Where are they bound? Eternity
TO come. You might as we'll go a-gun-
ming for the quails that whistled last
year in the meadows or the robins that
asst year caroled in the sky as to try to
fetch down and bag one of the past OPP
of your life. Do not say, II
will lounge now and make it up after
ward Young men and boys, you can't
make it up. My observation is that
hose who in youth sowed wild oats to
,he end of their short life sowed wild
bats and that those who start sowing
Ienesee wheat always sow Genesee
wheat.
Happiness of Old Age.
And then the reaping of the harvest
s so different. There is grandfather
low. He has lived to old age because
lis habits have been good. His eyesight
or this world has got somewhat dim,
His hearing is not so acute as it once
vas, and he must bend clear over to
lear what his little grandchild says
when she asks him what he has brought
or her. But he easily catches the music
aimed from supernal spheres. Men
S,ssing in the streets take off their hats
II reverence, and women say, "What
rood old man he is" Seventy or 80
years, all for God and for making this
world happy! Splendid! Glorious!
Magnificent! He will have hard work
,etting into heaven, because those whom
le helped to get there will fill up and
rowd the gates to tell him how glad
hey are at his coming, until he says,
Please to stand back little till pass
through and cast my crown at the feet
# him whom, having not seen, I love-"
do not know what you call that I call
t the harvest of Genesee wheat.
Out yonder is man very old at 40
ears of age at time when he ought
o be buoyant as the morning. He got
'ad habits on him very early, and those
labits have become worse. He is man
N fire, on fire w:rh alcoholism, on fire
With all evil habits, out with the world |
nd the world out with him. Down and |
alling deeper. His swollen hands in |
lis threadbare pockets, and his eyes |
lxed on the ground, he passes through |
he street, and the quick step of an in
ocent child or the strong step of a |
Dung man or the roll of prosperous
arriage maddens him, and he curses
ociety and he curses God. Fallen sick,
With no resources, he is carried to the
lmshouse. A loathsome spectacle, he |
les all day long waiting for dissolution,
r in the night rises on his cot and fights
pparitions of what he might have been
nd what he will be. He started life