Marshall County independent. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1897-1902, 1900-04-06

and sweet departure. metninhS IL
would be grand and beautiful as one
Of heavens great dcxoiogies, In my
parish in Philadelphia a little child
was departing. She had been sick all
her days and cripple. 1t was noon
day when she went. and. "a the shad-
ow Of death gathered on her eyelid
she thought il was evening ard time
70 go to bed. and so she said. Good
night. papa, Good night. mamma
And then she was gone. 1t was
good night to- pain and good night
to tears aud good night" 20 death
and good night 10 earth. but it was
good morning" TO Jesuit was good
morning" TO heaven. l can think OF
no cradle sorg more beautiful than
Jesus.
Songs for the Old.
/ next speak OF Christ Is the Old
mans song. Quick music loses its
charm for the aged ear. The school
girl asks for a schottisch or q Glee,
but her grandmother ks for Baier-
ma" or the Portuguese Hymn Fifty
years O? trouble have tanned the spirit.
and the keys OF the music hoard must
have solemn tread. Though the
voice may be tremulous. so that grand
father will not trust it il church. still
he has the psalm book open before
him, and he sings with lis soul. lie
huns his grandcnild asleep with the
same tune ne sang forty years ago in
10 old CnvNQ
day the choir sings a tune Sd old that
The young people do not know Ii. but
ii starts the tears down the cheek OF
tie aged man. for 1t reminds him OF
the revival scene in which h. partic.-
pated and OF the radiant faces that
| long since went TO dust and of the
gray haired minister leaning over the
pulpit and sounding the good tidings
! of great Joy.
was one Thanksgiving day in my
pulpit In Syracuse, and Rev. Daniel
Waldo, at SO years of age. stood beside
me. The choir sang tune. l said.
Il am sorry they sang that new tune;
nobody seems to know it," "Dless you.
my son." said the old man, Il heard
that seventy years ago."
There was a song today that touched
| the life CT the aged with holy fire
and kindled a glory on their vision
! that your younger cyesieht cannot see
II was the song of salvation-Jesus.
who fed them all their lives long;
Jesus. who wiped away their tears;
Jesus. who stood by them when all else
| failed; Jesus, in whose name their
marriage WAS consecrated and whose
resurrection has poured light upon the
graves of their departed. DO you
know me?" said the wife to her aged
husband, who was dying, his mind al
ready having gone out He said. 'No."
And the son said. Father. do you
know me?" He said. NO" The
daughter said. Father. do you know
me?" He said, No" The minister
of the gospel. standing by. said. do
you know Jesus?" "Oh. yes" he said.
81 know Him. chief among 10000. the
one altogether lovely" Blessed the
Bible In which specialized old age reads
the promise. II will never leave you.
never fOrsake you." Blessed the staff
on which the worn out pilgrim tOtters
on toward the welcome of his Redeem
| err Blessed the hymn book in which
the faltering tongue and the failing
eyes find Jesus, the old mans song.
When my mother had been put away
for the resurrection. we. the children.
came to the old homestead, and each
one wanted to take away a memento
of her who had loved us so long and
loved us so well. l think took away
the best of all the mementoes; it was
the old-fashioLed Toundglass specta-
cles through which she used to read
her Bible. and l put them on, but
they were too old for me, and l could
not see across the room. But through
them could see back to childhood and
forward TO the hills of heaven. where
the ankles that were sti1 with age
have become timber again, and the
spirit. with restored eyesight. stands
in rapt exultation, crying. This Is
! heayen."
Words of Peace.
j speak 10 you again of Jesus rs the
night son. Job speaks of Him who
giveth songs in the night. John Welch,
the old Scotch minister. used TO put a
paid across his bed on cold nights
and some one asked him why nc put
that there. He said, "Oh, sometimes
in the night | want to sing the praise
or Jesus and to get down and pray.
Then / just take that plaid and wrap
1t around me to keep myself from the
cold" Songs In the night. Night OF
trouble has come down upon many OF
you. Commercial losses put out one
star, slanderous abuse puts out another
star. domestic bereavement has put out
1000 lights. and gloom has been added
TO gloom and chill to chill and stiGg
to sting, and one midnight has seemed
to borrow the fold from another mid
night 10 wrap itself in moe unbeara-
Die darkness, but Christ has spoken
peace to your heart. and you sing:
Jesus. lover of my soul.
Let ME 10 thy bosom lily.
While the pillows near re roll.
While the tempest st.ll is high
Hide me. o M Saviour, Hide
Till the storm OF life is passed.
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh. receive my soul. at last
Songs in the night! Songs in the
night! For the sick. who have no one
to turn the hot pillow. no one to ru;