Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1898-07-16

in full sweep They are tho wings of
the flying year That is followed by a
flock of 1865, and they are the flying
d.iys. 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 well go'a-gun-
ming for the quails that whistled last
year in the meadows or the robins that
last year caroled in the sky as to try to
fetch down and bag one Of the past op-
portunities 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
those who in youth sowcd wild oats to
the end of their short life sowed wild
oats and that those who start sowing
Genesee wheat always sow Genesee
wheat
Happiness of Old Age.
And then the reaping Of the harvest
is so different There is grandfather
now He has lived to old age because
his habits have been good. His eyesight
for this world has got somewhat dim,
but his eyesight for heaven is radiant.
His hearing is not SO acute as it once
was, and he must bend clear over to
hear what his little grandchild says
when she asks him what he has brought
for her But he easily catches the music
rained from supernal spheres. Men
passing in the streets take off their hats
in reverence and women say, "What
good old man he is" Seventy or so
years, all for God and for making this
world happy! Splendid! Glorious !!
Magnificent He will have hard work
getting into heaven, because those whom
he helped to get there will fill up and
crowd the gates to tell him how glad
they are at his coming, until he says,
"Please to stand back little till pass
through and cast my crown at thu feet
of him whom, having not seen, love. !"
1 do not know what you call that. l call
it the harvest of Genesee wheat.
Out yonder is a man very old at 40
years of age, at q time when he ought
to he buoyant as the morning. He got
bad habits on him very early, and those
habits have become worse. He is man
on fire, on fire with alcoholism, on fire
with all evil habits, out with the world
and tho world out with him. Down and
falling deeper. His swollen hands in
his threadbare pockets, and his eyes
fixed on the ground, he passes through
the street, and the quick step of an in
nocent child or the strong step of a
young man Or the roll of a prosperous
carriage maddens him, and he curses
society and he curses God. Fallen sick,
with no resources, he is carried to the
almshouse A loathsome spectacle, he
lies all day long waiting for dissolution,
or in the night rises on his cot and fights
apparitions of what he might have been
and what will be. He started life
with as goo, a prospect as any man on
the American continent, and there he
is a bloatcd carcass waiting for the
shovels of public charity to put him
five feet under. He has only reaped
what he sowed. Harvest Of wild oats
"There is way that seemeth right tc
a man, but the end thereof is death. "
Eegin New Life.
To others life is a masquerade ball
and as at such entertainments gentlemen
and ladies put on the garb of kings ant
queens or mountebanks or clowns anc
at the close put off the disguise, SO 6
great many pass their whole life i'll .
mask, taking off the mask at death
While the masquerade ball Of life goes
on, they trip mcrrily over the floor,
gemnied hand is stretched to gemmec
hand, cleaning brow bends to cleaning
brow. On with the dance! Flush anc
rustic and laughter of Unreasonable
merrymaking. But after awhile the
languor of death comes Oh the limbs anC
blurs the eyesight Lights lower Flool
hollow with sepulchral echo Music
xaddened into IA wall, Lights lower
Now the maskers are only seen in the
dim light. Now the fragrance of the
flowers is like tho sickening odor that
comes from garlnuds that have lain ions
in the vaults / cemeteries. LlShts low
er. Mists gather in the room. Glasses
shake as Though Guaked by sudden thun
der. Sigh caught in the curtain. Scar
drops from tho shoulder of beauty
shroud. Lights lower. Over the slip
perry boards in dance Of death glide jcal
ousies, envies, revenSos, lust, despair
and death. Stencil Of lamp wicks almos
extinguished Torn garlands will no
half cover the liberated feet. Choking
damps, chillinoss. Feet still. Hands
II. S,nl EyDs oh inf
Lights out
invite you to quit all that and begil
q new life Roland went into battle
Charlemasno' S army had been driver
back by the three armies of the Sara
Gems, and Roland almost in despair tool
up the trumpet and blew three blasts il
one of the mountain passes, and unde
the power Of those three blasts the Sara
Gems rccoiled and fed in terror. Blu
history says that when he had blow
the third blast Roland's trumpet broke
| take this trumpet Ct the gospel and
blow the first blast, Whosoovcs will.
| blow the second blast, "Seek 20 tn
Lord while he may he found | blo'
the third blast "NoW is the accepte
time" But the trumpet does not break
1t was handed down by oar fathers t
us, and we Will hand it down to on
children, that after we are dead the
: may blow the trumpet, telling the worl
that we have pardonin% God, lovin
God sympathetic God and that mon
. to him than the throne on which he sit
S is the joy of seeing n prodigal putin
his thumb Oh the latch of his father
, house. remember that there We're tw