Connecticut western news., 1900-10-11
bring way Of escape that we may be able to bear It

orrng way Of escape that we may be able to bear It.
 Don't Borrow Trouble.
 The prayer of the text Is appropriate
 for all who are anticipating sorrow. The greatest folly that ever grew on this planet Is the tendency to borrow trouble, but there are times when ap- preaching sorrow Is so evident that we need to be making especial prepara- tions for it's coming. One of your chill dren has lately become favorite. The cry of that child strikes deeper into the heart than the cry of all the others. You think more about it; you give it more attention not because 1t Is any more of a aitreasure than the others, but
 because 1t Is becoming frail. There Is something In the cheek, in the eye and In the walk that makes you quite sure that the leaves of the flower are going | to be scattered. The utmost nursing and medical attendance are intellectual. The pulse becomes feeble, the complex l lon lighter, the step weaker, the laugh I fainter. No more romping for that one | through hall and parlor. The nursery
 Is darkened by an approaching calam- l ity. The heart feels with mournful an ticipation that the sun Is going down. Night speeds on. It is toward evening. You have long rejoiced in the care of a mother; you have done everything to make her last days happy; you have run with quick feet to wait upon her
 every want. Her presence has been a perpetual blessing in the household. But the fruit gatherers are looking wistfully at that tree. Her soul Is ripe | for heaven. The gates are ready to | flash open for her entrance. But your soul sinks at the thought of separation. You cannot bear to think that soon you will be called to take the last look at that face, which from the first hour
 has looked upon you with affection un- changeable. But you see that life is ebbing, and the grave will soon hide her from your sight. You sit quiet; you feel heavy hearted. The light Is fading from the sky; the air Is chill. | 1t Is toward evening.
 | You had a considerable estate and felt independent. In five minutes on one fair balance sheet you could see | But there came complications. Some | thing that you imagined impossible happened. The best friend you had proved traitor to your interests. A | sudden crash of national misfortune prostrated your credit. You may to- day be going on in business, but you l feel anxious about where you are standing and fear that the next turn of
 the commercial wheel will bring you prostrate. You foresee what you con sider certain defalcation; you think of the anguish of telling your friends that you are not worth dollar; you know not how you will ever bring your chill dren home from school; you wonder how you will stand the selling of your
 library or the moving into plainer house. The misfortunes of life have accumulated. You wonder what makes the sky 30 dark. 1t Is toward evening. Jeaus' Comforting Grace.
 Trouble is an apothecary that mixes
 great many drafts, bitter and sour | and nauseous, and you must drink | some one of them. Trouble puts up a | great many packs, and you must carry | some one of them. There is no sandal | so thick and well adjusted but some thorn will strike through 1t; there is | no sound so sweet but the undertaker's s | screwdriver grates through 1t. In this swift shuttle of the heart some of the | threads must break. The journey from | Jerusalem to Emmaus will soon be ended. Our Bible, our common sense, our observation, reiterate in tones that | we cannot mistake and ought not to disregard-it Is toward evening.
 Oh, then. for Jesus to abide with us! He sweetens the cup; he extracts the
 thorn; he wipes the tear; he hushes the l tempest; he soothes the soul that flies to him for shelter. Let the night swoop | and the Euroclydon toss the sea; let | the thunders roll-soon all will be well. l Christ in the ship to soothe his friends; Christ on the sea to stop It's tumult; Christ In the grave to scatter the dark
 ness; Christ in the heavens to lead the l way. Blessed all such. His arms will inclose them, his sacrifice free them, his glory enchant them. If earthly es- I tate take wings. he will be an incorrupt- | lble treasure; if friends die, he will be their resurrection. Standing with us
 in the morning of our joy and in the
 monday of our prosperity, he will not
 forsake us when the luster has faded
 and 1t Is toward evening.
 | Listen to PauPs battle shout with
 misfortune, hark to mounting Lati
 mers Are song; look at the glory that
 hath reft the dungeon and filled the I earth and heavens with the crash o1 the falling mana cles of despotism and sI then look at those who have tried tc
 cure themselves by human prescrip
 tions, attempting to heal gangrene with
 patch of court plaster and to stop the
 plague of dying empires with the
 quackery of earthly wisdom. Nothing
 can speak peace to the soul, nothing
 can unstrap our crushing burdens
 nothing can overcome our spiritual
 foes, nothing can open our eyes to see
 the surrounding horses and chariots of
 salvation that fill all the mountains
 but the voice and command of him
 who stopped one night at Emmaus.
 Nearing the Evening.
 The words of the text are pertinent
 to us all from the fact that we are
 nearing the evening of death. have
 heard 1t said that we ought to live as
 though each moment were to be our
 last. ' do not believe that theory. AS
 far as preparation Is concerned. we
 ought always to be ready, but we can.
 not always be thinking of death, fo1
 we have duties in life that demand ouI
 attention. When a man is selling
 goods, it Is his business to think of the
 bargain he Is making; when a man Is
 pleading in the courts, it is his duty to
 think of the interests of his clients
 when clerk Is adding up accounts, il
 Is his duty to keep his mind upon the
 column of figures. He who fills up his
 life with thoughts of death is far from