The Washington weekly post., 1900-09-04

1 writes. The march OF a hOst Is hear F..
the stairs Laughter catches IN the throst
A Thousand heafts stop beating The blow,
/ Is struck The blood on the floor Is r5ers-.
hued than the vine on he table Tss
kingdom has departed. Beishazzar Was
| no worse, perhaps, than hundreds 0f rao
pie in Babylon. but his position Slew En-.
| oh, be content with just such a p0sitIo7
as God has placed you In II may no. hs
| said Of Us. He was a great general a-
4 He was an honored chieffain' or He was
mighty In worldly attainmentss bar ma
/ thing may be said OF you and 81 me rs
was 4 good citizen. a faithful Christian. A
disciple OF Christ And that in me l7ss
day will be the highest OF all euiogiums.
Deeib FINDS Victims Everywhere.
| II learn further from this subjec, TIA,
death comes 10 the summer-house. Fs,,.
did not expect 20 die In that fre p'7s
| Amid all the flower leaves that drif,ss les
| summer snow into the window: In ,h.
| tlnkle and dash OF the fountains. Tn p.
| sound OF a thousand leaves nutts-l-g an
one tree-branch: in the cool breeze .hs,
came Up Ia shake feverish trouble Fes
l the Kings locks-there Vas rath.H- trtt
spake Of death. bur there be died, I- ths
winter. when the SNOW Is a sAroui ana
| when the wind Is a dirge. % is .ls. s
/ think Of our mortality. but when Is
weather IS pleasant. and al our sIrru--H.
] ings are agreeable. how difficult i s lae
us to appreciate the truth that g. axe
I mortall And yet my text telcE-s tia.
/ death does sometimes come tU me sumo
mer- house. He is blind. ami canont see ..a
| leaves. He Is deaf. and Cauno, hear .H.
| fountains. On. II death w0Ui1 ask us for
/ victims. We could point him % hundreds
! Of people who would rejoice % have L.H.
/ come Push back the door or tha. Hau..
/ Look az that little chi.d-CO.d. ANA s..E.
| ana hungry. IL has never heard the nam.
! Of God but In 5lasphemy. Parents lutly-
| GATED. staggering around it, straw u.f
/ Oh death. there is a mark FOR theei 10
with il into the lighti Before those IItr.
/ feet stumble OF HES pathway give th.n
| rest.
Those Reads for His Coming.
Here is an aged man. He has done hls
work He has done il giori0usly Tia
companions Of his youth all gone. his
| children dead, he longs 20 be at rest. a.I
wearily the days and the nights pass lie
says, Come, Lord Jesus. come quickly
Oh, death. there is a mark for thee, Take
| from him the staff. and give him the
| scepter. Up with him into the light.
where eyes never grow dim. and the hai.
| whitens not through the long years or
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 h0ue.
What doest hOu here, thou bony, CHASTITY
, monster amid this waving grass. and
| under this sunlight sitting through the
tree branches? Children are al play
How quickly their feet go, and their locks
toss in the wind. Father and mother
stand at the side Of the room looking ON.
enjoying their glee IL does not seem
possible that the wolf should ever break
| into that fold and carry OF a lamb Mean
while an old archer stands looking through
the thicket de points his arrow al the
brightest of the grOup-he Is a sure
marksman-the bow bends. the arrow
speeds! Hush now. The quick feet have
stopped and the locks toss no more I'm
| the wind. Laughter has zone out Of the
hall. Death I'm the summer house!
Here is a father in midIife: his com
ing home at night Is the sigTal for mirth
The children rush TO the door and there
are books on the evening stand. and the
hourS pass away on glad feet There is
nothing wanting In that home Religion
IS there, and sacrifices on the altar morn
ing and night. You look I'm thut house
hold and say. I cannot think OF anything
happier. do not really believe the world
Is 50 sad a place as some people describe
IL to be. The scene changes Father Is
sick. The doors must be kept shut Inp
death-wateh chirps dolefulIy on the
hearth. The children whisper and walk
so1tIy where once they romped Passing
the house late at night. you see the quick
glanclng or lights from room To room IL
is all overt Death I'm the summer house,
Here is an aged mother-aged but not
lnhrm You think you will have the joy
OF caring for her wants a good while vet
As she goes from house 20 house. to chill
dren and grandchildren her coming is A
dropping Of sunlight in the dwelling.
Your children see her coming through the
m md fkasaHH o.. IL. 4.
Care for you has marked up her face
With many deep wrinkle. and her baci,
stoops with CARRYING your burdens. Some
day she is very quiet She says she f. not
sick, but something tells you you Will
not much longer have a mother. She
will sit with you no more AZ the table
nor at the hearth Her soul goes out -
gently you do not exactly know the mo-
Inent OF its going. Fold the hands that
have done so many kindnesses for you
right over the heart that has beat with
love toward you since before you were
porn. Let the pilgrim rest She Is weary.
Death in the summer-hCusei
Light on a Troubled Sea.
"Gather about US what we viii OF COM
fort and luxury. When the pale messen-
ger comes. he does not stop 20 look at
the architecture OF the house before ne
comes in: nor, entering. does he wait 10
examine the pictures We have gatherd
On the wall: or, bending over your pillow.
he does not stop 10 see whether there Is
colCr in the cheek. or gentleness In the
eye. or Intelligence in the brow. But what
of that? Must We stand forever mourn
Ing among the graves Of our dead? Mo-
Noi The people In Bengal bring cages
OF birds To the graves Of their dead. AMI
then ,hey open the cages. and the birds
go sir giHg heavenward- so ] would bring
10 the graves OF your dead all bright
thoughts and congratulations. and bill
them sing Of victory and redemption. I
stamp On the bottom or the grave. and a.
breaks through into the light and the
glory Of heaven. The ancients used o.
think that the straits entering the Rel
Sea were very dangerous places, and
they supposed that every ship that went
through those straits would be destroyed,
and they were In the habit OF putting on
weeds OF mourning for those Who hal
gone on that voyage. "a though they
were actually dead. Do you know wha'
they called those straits2 They called
them the Cate OF Tears ! stand o.
the gste OF tears through which many
OF your loved ones have gone. and ]
want 10 tell you that all are not ship
wrecked that have gone through th0~-
straits into the great ocean stretching on.
bevund The sound that comes from thar
other shore on still nights when We are
WFap7ed in prayer makes me think tHaI
the departed are not dead. We are tn-
dead-We who toll; We who weep; ~ HhH
sin-we are the dead. 40" my heai.
aches for human sorrOw' this sound "
breaking hearts that ! hear all sb0ur
me- thls last look Of faces that n.E.r
will brighter againi this last kiss of l'is
that never wfU speak again' this wiaGW-
hood and orphanagc! Oh. when will the
day of sorrow be gonei
How shall we Leave life.
after the sharpest winter. the spr'rr
aismountg from the shoulder of south
ern gale and puts its warm hand upon .F'
arth. and IN IT. palm there comes o..
grass, and there comes the fowers. sri
God reads over the poetry of birds. ari
brook end bloom. and pr1n0unces i' Y-Tf
GOOD What. my friends. 81 every winter
had not iis spring, ana every nis.. -
day ahA every gloom lts GLOW. ana ~t"ft
bitter rOW tt sweet hereafter ~
have been 90 the sea. you know, .'-i