Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1902-02-10
The Glory of Old Age.


ing, joyous Outgushing, everlasting
| light.
The Glory of Old Age.
Again. The text shall find fulfillment
In the time of old age. 1t is a grand
| thing to be young, to have the sight
| clear and the hearing acute and the
| step elastic and all our pulses march
! ing On to the drumming of a stout
| heart. Midlife and Old age will be de-
MED many Of us, but youth-we all
| know what that is. Those wrinkles
were not always on your brow; that
snow was not always on your head;
| that brawny muscle did not always
| bunch your arm; you have not always
worn spectacles. Grave and dignified
as you now are, you once went coast
| ing down the hillside or threw off your
! hat for the race or sent the ball flying
| sky high. But youth will not always
| last. 1t stays only long enough to
| give us eXuberant spirits and broad
| shoulders for burden carrying and an
/ arm with which to battle our way
! through difficulties. Life's path, if
| you follow it long enough, will come
/ under frOwnlng crag and cross trem-
| bling causeway. Blessed old age, if
| you let it come naturally! You cannot
| hide it. You may try to cover the
| wrinkles, but you cannot cover the
wrinkles. If the time has come for
! you to be Old be not ashamed to be
old. The grandest things in all the
universe are old old mountains, old
rivers, old seas, old stars and an old
eternity. Then do not be ashamed to
be old unless you are older than the
mountains and older than the stars.
How men and women will lie! They
say they are forty, but they are sixty.
They say they are twenty, but they are
thirty. They say they are sixty, but
they are eighty. Glorious old age if
found in the way of righteousness!
How beautiful the old age of Jacob,
leaning on the top of his staff; of John
Quincy Adams, falling with the har
ness on; of Washington Irving. sitting,
pen in hand, amid the scenes himself
had made classical; of John Angel
James, to the last prOclaiming the Cos
pei to the masses of Birmingham; of
Theodore Frelinghuysen, down to fee
bleness and. emaciatiOn devOting his
illustriDus faculties to the kingdom Of
God. At eventide it was light!
See that you do honor to the aged. \
philosopher stood at the corner of the
street day after day, saying to the
passersby: You will be an old man;
you Will be an old man. You will be
an old woman; you will be an old wom-
an" People thought that he was crazy.
| do not think that he was. Smooth
the way for that mothers feet; they
have not many more steps to take
Steady those lettering limbs; they will
soon be at rest. PlOW not up that face
with any more wrinkles; trouble and
care have marked it full enough.
Thrust no thorn into that old heart; it
will soon cease to beat. THE eye that
mOcketh it's father and refuseth to obey
it's mother the ravens of the valley
shall pick it out, and the young eagles
shall eat it." The bright morning and
hot monday of life have passed with
many 1t is o'clock, o'clock, G
o'clock! The shadows fall longer and
thicker and faster. Seven o'clock, s
o'clock! The sun has dipped below the
horizon; the warmth has gone out of
the air. Nine o'clock, 10 o'clock. The
heavy dews are falling; the activities
of life's day are all hushed; it is time
to go to bed. Eleven o'clock - o'clock
The patriarch sleeps the blessed sleep
the cool sleep, the long sleep. Heavens
messengers of light have kindled bon.
fires of victory all over the heavens
At eventime it is light. Light.
The Latter Day of the Church.
Again, my text shall find fulfllmen
in the latter day of the church. Only /;
few missionaries, a few churches,
few good men, compared with the in
; situations leprOus and purified. 1t i
early yet in the history of everything
, good. Civilization and Christianity ar
, just getting out of the cradle TIL
light of martyr stakes, flashing up an
: down the sky, is but the flaming of tn
, morning. but when the evening of tn
, world shall come, glory to Gods cor
Querng truth, it shall be light. War
sword changing back in the scabbarG
, iptemperance buried under ten thOu
sand broken decanters; the worlds in
, purity turning it's brow heavenward fO
| the benedictiOn. blessed are the pur
in heart" the last vestige of selfishnes
submerged In heaven descending char
| ties and China wOrshiping DR.. Abeel
, Saviour; all India believing in Henri
, Martyrs Bible; aboriginal superstitiO
/, acknowledging David Brainerd's piet!
. human bondage delivered throug
p Thomas Clarkson's Christianity; V;
q grancy coming back from it's pOllutiO
+ at the call of Elizabeth Fry's Redeem
i er; the mountains coming down; til
Y valleys going up; holiness inscribe
: on horses bell, and silkworms threa,
= and brown thrasher's wing, and shell
tinge. and manufacturers shuttle. ar
4 chemists laboratory. and kings see