Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1900-11-09

eternity begins. We must 60 through
that one pass. There is no rounda-
bout way, no bypath, no circuitous
route. Die we must, and IL will be
to us shameful occurrence or time
of admirable behavior. Our friends
may stretch out their hands to keep
us back, nut no imploration on their
part can hinder us. They might offer
large retainers, but death would not
take the fee. The breath will fail,
and the eyes will close, and the heart
will stop. You may hang the couch
with gorgeous tapestry, but what doss
death care for bed curtains? You
may hang the room with the finest
works of art, but what does death
care for pictures? You may fill the
house with the waillngs of widow
hood and orphanage-does death mind
weeping?
This ought not to be q depressing
theme. Who wants to live here for
ever? The world has always treated
me WE'LL and every day feel less and
less like scolding and complaining.
but yet would not want to make this
my eternal residence. love to watch
the clouds and to bathe my soul in tho
blue sea of heaven, but expect when
the armament Is rolled away as Q
scroll to see new Heaven, grander.
higher and more glorious. You ought
tA ha xyi1linrr 20 hndu
that has headaches and side aches and
weaknesses innumerable, that limps
with the stone bruises or testers with
the thorn or flames on the funeral
pyre of fevers, for an incorruptible
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 foolhardy.
l doubt not your courage, but ! tell
you that you will want something bet
ter than strong arm, good aim and
trusty sword when you come to your
last battle. You will need better
robe than any you have in your ward
robe to keep you warm in that place.
Circumstances do not make SO much
difference. 1t may be bright day
when you push off 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 60
out among the blossoms, apple or
chards 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. 1t may be with your wife's
hand in your hand or you may be in a
strange hotel with servant faithful
to the last. 1t may be in the rail train,
shot off the switch and tumbling in
long reverberation down the embank-
ment-crash! crash! I know not the
time; know not the mode, but the
days of our life are being subtracted
away, and we shall come down to the
time when we have but ten days left,
then nine days, then eight days, five
days, four days, three days, two days,
one day. Then hours, three hours,
two hours, one hour. Then only min
utes left, five minutes, four minutes,
three minutes, two minutes, one min
ute. Then only seconds left, four Sec
onds, three seconds, two seconds, one
second. Gone! The chapter Of life
ended! The book closed! The pulses
at rest! The feet through with the
journey! The hands closed from all
work. No word on the lips. Nc
breath in the nostrils. Hair combed
back to lie undisheveled by any hui
man hands. The muscles still. The
nerves still. The lungs still. The
tongue still. All still. You might put
the stethoscope to breast and hear nc
sound. You might put speaking
trumpet to the ear, but you could moi
wake the deafness. No motion. Nc
throb. No life. Still! Still!
On earth with many of you thu
evening is the happiest part of the q
, hours. You gather about the stand
You talk and laugh and sing. You re
count the day. You plan for the NOR
row. You have games and repartees
Amid all the toll of the day that II
the goal for which you run, and al
you take out your watch or look a
the descending sun you thrill with thu
thought that it is toward evening
So death comes to the disciple! Wha
il the sun OF life is about to set
| Jesus is the dayspring from on high
the perpetual morning Of every ran
. somed spirit. What il the darknes
comes? Jesus is the light Of the worl'
I and of Heaven. What though thi
/ earthly house does crumble.? Jesu
/ has prepared house Of many man
r sions. Jesus is the anchor that Away
: holds. Jesus is the light that is neve
: eclipsed. Jesus is the fountain tina
: is never exhausted. Jesus is the ever
ing star, hung up amid the gloom @
! the gathering night.
e You are almost through with tn
s abuse and backbiting Of enemies
t They will call you no more by ev
t names. Your good deeds will nc
e longer be misinterpreted or your hor
j or filched. The troubles of earth wi
o end in the felicities Of Heaven! tt
ward EVENING" The bereavements {
t earth will soon be liftedl You wi
e not much longer stand pouring you
e grief in the tomb like Rachel weepin
e for her children or David mournin
e for Absalom. Broken hearts boun
! up. Wounds healed. Tears wipe
l. away. Sorrows terminated. No MOI
7. sounding of the dead march! Towar
6 evening. Death will come. sweet {
e slumber to the eyelids Of the babe, 6
a full rations to starving soldier, Q
/ evening hour to the exhausted worl
IS man. The sky will take on its suns'
n glow, every cloud fire psalm, ever
u lake CLASSY mirror; the forest
a transfgured; delicate mists climbin
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