Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1900-11-09

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When the night of the soul came on
and all the denizens of darkness came
riding upon the winds of perdition, who
gave strength to the soul? Who gave
calmness to the heart? Who broke the
spell of internal enchantment? He who
heard the request of the villagers:
"Abide with us, for it is toward even
ing One Of the forts of France was
attacked and the outworks were taken
before night. The besieglng army lay
down, thinking that there was but little
to do in the morning, and that the sol
diery in the fort could be easily made
to surrender But during the night,
through back stairs, they escaped into
the country. In the morning the be-
sieging army sprang upon the battle
ments, but found that their prey was
gone. So when we are assaulted by
temptation, there is always some Sc
cret stair by which we might get off.
God will not allow us to be tempted
above what we are able, but with every
temptation will bring way Of escape
that we may be able to bear it.
The prayer Of the text is appropri-
ate for all who are anticipating sor-
row. The greatest folly that ever
grew on this planet is the tendency
to borrow trouble But there are
times when approaching sorrow is so
evident that we need to be making
especial preparations for its coming.
One of your children has lately be-
come a 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 ii is any
more of treasure than the others,
but because it 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 De scattered. The
utmost nursing and medical attend
ance are Intellectual. The pulse be-
comes feeble, the complexion lighter,
the step weaker, the laugh fainter.
No more romping for that one through
hall and parlor. The nursery is dark
ened by an approaching calamity.
The heart feels with mournful antici-
patton that the sun Is going down.
Night speeds on. 1t is toward even
ing.
You have long rejoiced 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
upon her every want. Her presence
has been 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 fash 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 op
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
Frustrated your credit. You may fee
anxious about where you are stand
ing and fear that the Lext turn Of
the commercial wheel will 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. Yor
know not how you will ever bring
your children home from school. Yol
wonder how you will stand the sell
ing of your library or the moving
into palmer house. The misfor
tunes of life have accumulated. Yol
wonder what makes the sky SO dark
II is toward evening.
Trouble is an apothecary that mikes
great many drafts, bitter and SOU
and nauseous, and you must drinl
some one Of them. Trouble puts VI
a great many packs, and you mus
carry some one of them. There is NJ
sandal so thick and well adjusted bu
some thorn will strike through II
There is no sound so sweet but tn
undertaker's screwdriver CRATE
through it. In this swift shuttle o
the heart some OF the threads mus
break. The journey from Jerusalem
| to Emmaus will soon be ended. Gu
Bible, our common sense, our obsery
alton, reiterate in tones that we can
not mistake and ought not to disre
gard, it is toward evening.
, Oh, then, for Jesus to abide with us
He sweetens the cup. He extracts tn
r thorn. He wipes the tear. He hushe
the tempest. He soothes the soul tha
, flies to him for shelter. Let the nigh
: swoop and the Euroclydon toss tn
!, sea. Let the thunders roll Soon a
: will be we'll. Christ in the ship t
e soothe His friends.
: The words OF the text are pertiner
] to us all from the fact that we ar
t nearing the evening of death. I hav
' heard it said that we ought to liy
u as though each moment were to b
: our last. I do not believe that th'
o ory. As far as preparation is col
!. cerned, we ought always to be read.
e But we cannot always be thinkin
|, of death, for we have duties in Iii
!, that demand our attention. When
S man is selling goods, 1t is his bus
b ness to think Of the bargain he
d making. When a man is pleading
d the courts, it is his duty to think (
u the interests of his clients. When
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