The weekly intelligencer., 1900-10-13

aANt oAt thcntcAuat Ahe fotaN w
eones Feeble, the complexion lighter,
the step weaker. the laugh fainter.
No more romping for that one through
hsn and parlor. The nursery Is dark
ened by an approaching calamity.
The heart feels with mournfnl antiei-
patton that the sun Is going down.
Night speeds on. It is toward even
ing.
You have long rejoieed in the care
Of a mother. You have done every
thing TO make her last days happy.
You have run with quick feet TO wait
upol her every want. Her presence
has been a perpetual blessing In the
household. But the Fruit gathsrers
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 heayy-hearted. The light il
fading from the sky. the air IL chill.
II is toward evening.
You had g considerable estate and
felt independent. In ave minutes Oh
one fair balance sheet you could see
Just how you stood with the world.
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 feel
anxious about where you are stand
ing and fear that the Lext turn Of
the commercial wheel with bring you
PROSTATE. You foresee what you con-
slider certain defalcation. You think
of the anguish of telling your friends
that you are not worth dollar. You
know not how you win ever bring
your children home from school. You
wonder how you will stand the sell
ing of your library or the moving
into a palmer house. The misfor-
tunes Of life have accumulated. You
wonder what makes the sky so dark.
II is toward evening
Trouble Is an apothecary that mixes
a great mrny drafts, bitter and sour
and nauseous, and you must drink
some one OF them. Trouble puts up
great many packs, and you must
carry some one of them. There Is no
sandal so thick and well adjusted but
some thorn viii strike through H..
There Is no sound so sweet but the
undertaker's screwdriver CRATES
through II. 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 obsery-
alton, reiterate in tones that we can.
not mistake and ought not TO disre-
gard, II Is toward evening.
Oh, then, for Jesus to abide with usl
He sweetens the cup. He extracts the
thorn. He wipes the tear. He husheI
the tempest. lie soothes the soul that
flies to him for shelter. LEI the night
swoop and the Euroclydon toss tn,
sea. Let the thunders roll Soon al
will be well. Christ in the ship tC
soothe His friends.
The words of the text are pertinent
10 us all from the fact that we are
nearing the evening Of death. hav,
heard IL said that we ought to liv,
as though each moment were to bl
our last. do not believe that the
ory. As far as preparation is con
cerned, we ought always to be ready
But we cannot always be thinking
Of death, for we have duties in lif'
that demand our attention. When
man is selling goods, II Is his busi
ness to think OF the bargain he !
making. When a man is pleading Il
the courts, 1t is his duty to think o
the interests of his clients. When
clerk is adding up accounts, 1t Is hi
} dut, TO keep his mind upon the col
; umn Of figures. He who fills up hi
life with thoughts Ct death Is ia
from being the highest style Of Chris
tian. ! knew a man who used oftei
to say at Light: II wish i might di
before mcrnilgl" He is now an In
fidel. But there are times when vi
can and ought to give ourselves 4
the contemplation Of that solemn mo
ment when to the soul .ime ends AM
eternity begins. We must 60 througl
that one pass. There is no rounda
bout way, no bypath, no circuitou
route. Die we must, and At will b
TO US a shameful occurrence or tim
Of admirable behavior. Our friend
may stretch out their hands 10 kee
D us back. out no imploration on thel
I part can hinder us. They might offe
r large retainers, but death would nc
: take the fee, The breath viii fai
n and the eyes will close, and the hear
: will stop. You may hang the couc
!, with gorgeous tapestry, but what do'
: death care for bed curtalns2 Yo
e may hang the room with the hpei
: works OF art, but what does deaf
d care for picturts2 You may fill II
t house with the wailings Of widow
Y hood and orphanage-does death min
b weeping7
This ought not to be a depressin
theme. Who wants TO live here fol
l. ever? The world has always treats
me well, and every day feel less an
l. less like scoldlng and complaining
/ but yet would not want to make tn
my eternal residence. love TO waite
= the clouds aAd TO bathe my soul In u
blue sea Of heaven, but expect whs
the armament is rolled away as
! scroll TO sec q new Heaven, grande
higher and more glorious. You ougi
to be willing to exchange your bod
that has headaches and side aches ar
weaknesses innumsrable, that iml
4 with the stone bruises or testers vii
4 the thorn or flames on the funer
pyre Of fevers, for an incorruptib
! body and an eye that blipks not b
! fore the jasper gates and the gre
= white throne. But between that al
this there is an hour about which !
man should be reckless or foolhard
I doubt not your courage, but ! t.
= you that you will want something be
=. ter than a strong arm. a good aim 81
' a trusty sword when you come TO 20
last battle, You will need Q bett
= y robe than any you have in your war
y y robe to keep you warm In that pla'
Circumstances do not make 80 mu
difference. II may be bright d
= when you push OF from the plan
. or II may be dark night and while Z
Il owl is hooting from the forest.
!. may be spring, and your soul may
i out among the blossoms, apple
, chards swinging their censsrs In .
n way. Il may be winter and the ear
!. In q snow shroud. II may be autur
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