The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1900-10-13

s' he Is now An
fdel. But there are times anh
can and ought to give oursa,su W
the contemplation of that solsmes 70
ment when to the soul .lme sns mo-
eternity begins. We must 90 -" and
that one pass. There is No ,onaa
bout way, no bypath, no ciro",as
route. Die we must, and !, ,,;m"as
to us a shameful occurrence NJ nh
of admirable behavior. Our uns
may stretch out their hands - '.nas
us back, out no imploration on neep
part can hinder us. They mipbt .aes
large retainers, but death wou,a One
take the fee. The breath will uM
and the eyes will close, and tbs nl
win stop. You may hang the san
with gorgeous Tapestry, but what ca
death care for bed curtainsp wy
may hang the room with the s .'
works of art, but what does d.'ssa
care for pictures? You NAV All
house with the wailings Of a wia.
hood and orphanage-does death m,'.
weeping?
This ought not to be a depressi,,
theme. Who wants to live here ,.1
ever? The world has ALWAYS trs.,.,
me we'll, and every day 1 feel less ,,s
less like scolding and Complains.
but yet / would not WANT to make NJ
my eternal residence. l love to wat.
the clouds and to battle my soul in a.
blue sea of heaven, but 1 expect wh.'
the armament is rolled avay a..
scroll to see q new Heaven, 0rapd.,
higher and more glorious. You ouoh,
to be willing to exchange your boa,
that has headaches and side ache, a.,
weaknesses innumerable, that linn.
with the stone bruises or testers viii
the thorn or flames on the funsr.,
pyre of ~fevers, for an incorruDtih.
body and an eye that blinks not b..
fore the jasper gates and the pr.,,
white throne. But between that ana
this there is IN hour about which ma
man should be reckless or foolhsrdy
l doubt not your courage, but I tsl
you that you will want something bel.
ter than a strong arm, a good aim and
a trusty sword when you come to your
last battle. You will need a bette,
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. II
may be spring, and your soul may 20
out among the blossoms, apple or.
chards swinging their censers in tho
way. 1t may be winter and the earth
in a snow shroud. 1t may be autumn
and the forests set on fire by the re.
treating year; dead nature laid out ia
state. 1t may be with your wife's
hand in your hand or you may be in
strange hotel with a servant faithful
to the last. 1t may be in the rail train,
shot off the switch and tumbling In
long reverberation down the embark.
ment-crash! crashl l know not the
time; l know not the mode, but tho
days of our life are being subtracted
away, and we shall come down to tho
time when we have but ten days left,
then nine days, then eight days, five
days, four days, three days two dayl
one day. Then hours, three hours,
two hours, one hour. Then only min
utes left, five minutes, four minute,
three minutes, two minutes, one min
ute. Then only seconds left, four SEQ
onds, three seconds, two seconds, one
second. Gonei The chapter Of lh
endedl The book closed! The pulses
at rest! The feet through with the
, journey! The hands closed from all
work. No word on the lips. No
, breath in the nostrils. Hair combed
back to lie undisheveled by any hp
man hands. The muscles still. Tho
2 nerves still. The lungs still. Tho
, tongue still. All still. You might put
the stethoscope to breast and hear no
{ sound. You might put a speaking
$ trumpet to the ear, but you could not
, wake the deafness. No motion. No
, throb. No life. Still! Still!
! On earth with many of you ta
evening is the happiest part of the y
hours. You gather about the stand
You talk and laugh and sing. You n
Il count the day. You plan for the NOR
row. You have games and repar'eeA
Amid all the toll of the day that y
8 the goal for which you run, and y
r you take out your watch or look !"
. the descending sun you thrill with ''
d thought that It is toward evening
t So death comes to the disciple! Wha
o IL the sun of life is about to "a'
t Jesus is the dayspring from on higl'
the perpetual morning OF every raD'
e somed spirit. What if the darkns',
s comes? Jesus Is the light OF the WORN
II and OF Heaven. What though uu
It earthly house does crumble'? 'esu
n has prepared a house of many ma.
sions. Jesus is the anchor that AWAY
W holds. Jesus is the light that Is new
J. eclipsed. Jesus is the fountain 'na
E. is never exhausted. Jesus is the ever
ing star, hung up amid the gloom '
j! the gathering night. -, a.,
Ie You are almost through Win y
IS abuse and backbiting OF eneu.. -
1t They will call you no more Uy -
IT names. Your good deeds VIII Nv
lie longer be misinterpreted or your nVa ~
II or flched. The troubles OF earln W. =.