Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1898-07-21

ing not seen, love-" do not know what |
you call that. l call 1t the harvest of |
Geneseo wheat |
Out yonder Is q man very old at 40 |
years of ago ut a time when he ought 10
be buoyant as tho morning. He got bad |
habits on him very early, and those habits |
have become worse. He Is man on fire,
on fro with alcoholism, on fire with all
evil habits, out with the world and the |
world out with him. Down and falling
deeper. His swollen hands In his thread
bare pockets and his eyes fixed on the
ground, he passes through the street, and
She quick step of an innocent child or the
strong step of q young man or the roll of
q prosperous carriage maddens him, and
he curses society and No curses God. Fall
on sick, with nd resources, he is carried to
the almshouse. A loathsomc spectacle, he
lies oil day long waiting for dissolution or
in tho night rises on his cot and fights ap-
partitions Of what he might have been and
what he will be- He started life with as
good prospect as any man on tho Amer
lean continent, and there he Is a bloated
carcass, waiting for the shoycls of public
charity to put him five feet under Ho
has only rcapod what he sowcd. Harvest
Of wild oats There is way that SEEM
eth right to a man, but the end thereof Is
death"
A Masquerade.
To others lifo is masquerade ball, and
as ut such entertainments gentlemen and
ladies put on the garb Of kings and queens
or mountcbapks or clowns and at the close
put off tho disguise, SO great many pass
their whole life in u mask, taking off tho
mask at death. While the masquerade
ball of life goes on they trip merrily over
tho 1oor, 9emmcd hand is stretched to
gemmed hand, cleaning brow bends to
cleaning brow. On with the dance
Flush and rustic and laughter Of immeas-
urablo mcrrymaking. but after awhile
the larguor Of death comes on tho limbs
and blurs tho eyesight. Lights lower
Floor hollow with sepulchral echo. Music
saddencd into wall. Lights lower. Now
the maskers are only seen In the dim light.
Now tho fragrance Of the flowers is like
| the sickening odor that comes from gar-
| lands that have lain long in the vaults Of
| cemeteries. Lights lower Msts gather
| In tho room. Glasses shake as though
| quaked by sudden thunder. Sigh caught
| In the curtain. Scarf drops from tho
shoulder of beauty shroud. Lights low
or. Over the slippery boards in dance Of
| death glide jcnlousies, envies, revcnges,
| lust, despair and death. Stencil of lamp
wicks almost extnRuished. Torn garlands
will not half cover tho liberated feet.
| Choking damps, chillincss Feet still.
Hands closed. Voices hushed. Eyes shut.
Lights out.
| / invite you to quit all that and begin q
new life. Roland went into battle. Char
lomagnes army had been driven back by
the three armies of tho Snraccns, and Ro-
land almost in despair took up the trumpet
and blew three blasts in one of khc noun
tain passes, and under the power of those
three blasts the SarGccns rccoiled and fed
in terror. But history says that when he
had blown the third blast Roland's trum-
pct broke. l tako this trumpet Of tho gos-
pei and blow the first blast, "Whosoeycr
| will" blow the second blast, Seek yo
the Lord while he may DO found" / blow
tho third blast, Now is tho accepted
time" But tho trumpet docs not break.
1t was handed down by our fathers to us,
and we will hand 1t down to our children,
that after we ;ft dead they may blow the
trumpet telling the world that we have u
pardoning God, loving God, a sympa-
thctic God, and that more to him than the
throne on which he sits Is the joy Of seeing
prodigal putting his thumb on the latch
OF his fathers house. l remember that
there werc two vessels on the sea and in a
storm. 1t was worry, very dark, and the
two vessels were going straight for each
other, and tho captains knew 1t not. But
after awhile tho man on the lookout saw
the approaching ship, and he shouted,
Hard a-larboard !" and from the other
vessel tho cry won't up Hard a-larboard! ~
and they turned just enough to glance by
and passed in safety to their harbors
Some OF you arc in the storm of tempta
ton and you arc driving on and coming
toward fearful collisions unless you change
your course Hard a-larboardp Turn
ye, turn ye, for, why will yo die, OH
| house of Israeli
Your One Life.
Young man, as you cannot live life ovel
again, however you may long to do SO, bt
sure to have your one life right, There IL
some young man who has Como away from
homo, perhaps under some little spite OIL
evil persuasion of another, and his parent.
know not where he is My son, go home
Do not go to sea! Don't go tonight where
you may be tempted to CO. Go homel You
} father will be glad to SEQ you, and you
mother-I need not tell you how she feels
How would like to make your parents
; present Of their Maynard boy, repentan
and In his right mind. l would like t.
| WTlte tncIU lctler, anu you 10 carry uu'
} letter, saying, by the blessing OF God OF
my sermon introduce to you one whom
, you have never seen before, for he has be
come new creature in Christ Jesus" NJ,
boy, go home and put your tired head OF
the bosom that nursed you SO tenderly IL
your childhood years.
: A young Scotchman was taken captive
, in battle by band of Indians, and h
, learned their language and adopted thei
l habits. Years passed on, but the old In
/ dian chicftain never forgot that he had IL
his possession young man who did no
belong to him. Well, one day this tribe o
Indians came in sight of the Scotch rcgi
! ments from whom this young man ha'
been captured, and the old Indian chief
, tain said II lost my son In battle, and
0 know how father fools at the loss of
: son. DO you think your father is ye
p alivoS" Tho young man said, Il am tn
only son Of my father, and l hope he i
0 still alive" Then said tho Indian chief
o world is desert. You go free Return
< to your countrymcn. Revisit your father
!. that he may rejoice when he sees the SUI
;. rise in the morning and the trees blossom
d in the spring" So l say to you, youn
= man, captive Of waywardness and sin
Q Your father is waiting for you. You
: mother is waiting for you. Your sister
i are waiting for you. God is waiting fo
t you. Go homel Go homel
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