Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1899-01-28

dagger. ! sec "A great many people trying
TO climb up in social position. having an
{ idea that there is a safe lace somewhere
. far above. not knowing that the mountain
OF fame has "A top like Mont Blanc, covered
. with perpetual snow.
We laugh at the children Of Shinar for
trying To build a tower that could reach 20
the heavens. hut | think If our cyesight
were only good enough We could see
Babel in many dooryard. Oh, the strug-
gle Is flcrcci II is store against store,
house against house. street against street,
nation against nation. The goal for
which men are running Is chairs and
chandeliers and mirrors and houses and
lands and presidential equipments If
they get what they anticipate. what have
they! Men are not safe fr, m calumny
while they live. and. worse tlan that. they
arr not safe after they are dead. for have
seen swine root up graveyaris. One day
man goes up into pul LEFTY. and the
world does him honor and people climb
up into sycamore trees 10 watch him as he
passes. and ~ he goes along on the shout
dors of the people there Is waving of
hats and a wild huzza Tomorrow the
same man Is caught between the jaws ~
the printing press ard manglcd and
bruised, and the very same persons who
applaudcd him before cry. Down with
the traitorl down with him,''
The Lesson of BeIshnzzar.
Bclshazzar sits nj the feast. the mighty
men Of Babylon sitting all around him.
Wit sparkles like the wine and the wine
like the wit Music rolls up among the
chandeliers: the chandeliers flash down on
the decanters The breath of hanging
gardens floats in on the night air The
voice Of rcvclry floats out. Amid wrcaths
and tapestry and folded banners a finger
writes. The march of "a host Is heard on
the stairs. Laughter catches in the
throat. a thousand hearts stop beating
The blow is struck The blood on the
floor is richer hued than the wine on the
table. The kingdom has departed Bel
shnZzar was no worse perhaps than hun
drcsls of people in Babylon, hut his posi-
tion slew him. Oh, he content with just
such a position ms God has placed you in
1t may not be said of us, He was great
general. or "He was a honorcd chief
tain, or lie was mighty in worldly at
tainmcnts, - but this thing may he said of
you and Of me. He was a good citizen, a
faithful Christian, n friend Of Jesus "
And that in the last day viii be the high
est of all culogiums.
learn further from this subject that
death comes 20 the summer house. Eglon
did not expect To die In that fine place
Amid all the flower leaves that driftcd
Ike summer snow into the window. in the
tinklc and dash Of the fountains. in the
sound OF Il thousand leaves iluting on one
tree branch, in the cool hrpzc that came
up TO shake feycrish trouble ont of the
kings locks - there was nothing that
spakc of death. hut there he died In the
winter, when the snow H. shrOud and
when the wind Is diIge. il is easy to think
of our mortality. but when the weather H.
pleasant and all our surroundings are
agreeable. how difficult il is for us to ap-
prcciatc the truth that we are mortal! And
yet my text teaches that death does some
times come 10 the summer house. He Is
blind and cannot 500 the leaves He Is deaf
and cannot hear the fountains oh. II
death would ask us for Wet inns we could
point him 10 hundreds If people who
would rejoice 10 have him come Push
back the door 81 thar howell Look ~ TINT
little child-cold. and sick. and hungry
II has never heard the name Of God hut in
blasphcmy. Parents intoxicated. staggur-
ing around its straw bed. oh, death.
there is mark for thee Up with il into
the light! Before those little feet stumble
on life's pathway give them rest.
Reward For Glorious work.
Here is AN aged man. He has done his
work. He has done ii rleriously The
companions of his youth all gone, his chill
dren dead. he longs To he at rest, and
wearily the days and the nights pass. He
says Come. Lord Jesus. come quickly"
oh. death. there Is mark for thpcl Take
from him the staff and give him the sccp-
ter! Up with him into the light where
eyes never grow dim. and the hair whitcns
not through the long years OF eternity
All Death will not do that Death turns
back from the straw bed and from the
aged man ready for the skies and comes 10
the summer house. What dn,-,t thou here
thou bnny ghasily monster amid this
waving grass ana undorthis sunlight sift-
ing through the tree branches Children
are NJ plny. How quickly their feet 90 and
their locks toss in the wind. Father and
mother stand at the side ~ The room look
ing on. enjoying their elce II does not
seem possible that the wolf should ever
break into that fold and carry off lamb
Meanwhile an old archer stands looking
through the ihickct He points his arrow
at the brightest Of the group-hc is sure
ts~tAtfatA Riitt UNIV iN'fat~. INC THROW
speeds Hush now The quick feet have
stopped ana the locks toss no NOR, IN the
wind. Laughter hns gone out OF the hall.
Death in tine summer house!
Herr Is father In miIlife. His coming
home al night is the signal for mirth.
The children rush Ia the door. and there
arr books on the evening stand. and the
hours pass away on glad fest There Is
nothing wanting in that home Religion
Is there and sacrifices on the altar morn
ing and night You look In that house
hold and say: Icannot think Of anything
happier do not really believe the world
Is so sad place as some people describe
IL 20 be-. The scene changes Father is
sick. The doors must be kept shut The
dcathwatch chirps dolcfully on the hearth
The children whisper and walk softly
where once they rompcd. Passing the
house late M night. you sec the quick
glancing 81 lights from room to room. IL
Is all over, Death in the summer house,
Here Is an aged mothcr-aged. but not
infirm You think you will have the JOY
of caring for her wants good while yet
As she goes from house 10 house Ia chill
dren and grandchildren, her coming Is "A
dropping Of sunlight i'm the dwelling
Your children see her coming through the
lane, and they cry 'Gandmothcr's comet
Care for you has marked up her face with
many a deep wrinkle, and her back stoops
with carrying your burdens. Sorc day
she is very quiet. She snys she is not sick,
but something tells you you viii not much
longer have mother She will sit with
you no more ~ the table nor at tine hearth
Her soul goes out so gently You do not OK
actly know the moment OF its going. Fold
the hands that have done 80 many kind
nesses for you right over the heart that has
beat with love toward you since before you
were born. let the pilgrim rest She is
weary. Death IN the summer houscl
Death Needless of Luxury.
Gather about ms what we will Of com
fort ard luxury When the pale messenger