Milford chronicle., 1902-02-14


you let it come naturally! You canno
hide it. You may try to cover tn,
wrinkles, but you cannot cover tn,
wrinkles. If the time has come fo
you to be old. be not ashamed to b,
old. The grandest things in all tn,
universe are old old mountains. ole
rivers, old seas, old stars and an Ole
eternity. Then do not be ashamed Il
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 II
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 davoting his
illustrious faculties to the kingdom of
God. At eventide it was light.
See that you do honor to the aged. A
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 won.
an" People thought that he was crazy
l do not think that he was Smooth
the way for that mothers feet; they
nave not many more steps to take
STEADY those tOttering limbs; they will
soon be at rest. Pillow not up that face
with any more wrinkles; trouble and
care have marked it full enough
Thrust no thorn into that old heart. If
VIII soon cease to beat 1.-THE eve that
mocketh its 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. 6
O'Clock! The shadows fall longer and
thicker and faster Seven O'Clock 3
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
or life's day are all hushed; il is time
TO 90 to bed. Eleven o'clock, u O'Clock,
The patriarch sleeps the blessed sleen
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 Cburcb
Again. my text shall find fuIfillment
IN the latter day Of the church Only a
few missionaries. a few churches
few good men, compared with the in.
situations leprOus and purified. II is
early yet in the history Of everything
good. Civilization and Christianity are
just getting out of the cradle The
light of martyr stakes, flashing I'D and
down the sky, is but the flaming of the
morning, but when the evening of the
world shall come. glory to Gods con
quering truth. it shall be light. Wars
sword changing back in the scabbard.
lntemperance buried under ten thou
sand broken decanters; the worlds i'm.
purity turning its brow heavenward for
the benedictiOn. blessed are the pure
In heart;" the last vestige Of seIfshness
submerged in heaven descending chart
ties and China wOrshiping Dr. Abeers
saviour: all India believing in Henry
Martyrs Bible; aboriginal superstition
acknowledging David Brainerd's pietv.
human bondage delivered through
Thomas Clarkson's Christianitv: va.
grancy coming back from its pollution
at the call of Elizabeth Fry's Redeem.
er; the mountains coming down; the
valleys going up; holiness" inscribed
on horses bell. and silkworm's thread.
ana brown thrasher's wing, and shells
tlnge, and manufacturers shuttle. and
chemists laboratory. and kings seen.
ter, and nations Magma Charta. Not
hospital. for there are no wounds: not
an asylum. for there are no orphans:
not a prison, for there are no criminals:
not an almshOuse. for there are no
paupers; not a tear. for there are no
sorrows. The long dirge of earth's
has ended in the triumDh-
al march of redeemed empires. the for
ests harping it on vine strung branch
es, the water chanting it among the
gorges, the thunders drumming it
among the hills, the ocean giving il
forth with its organs, trade winds
touching the keys and Euroclydon's
foot on the pedal.
l want to see John Howard when
the last prisoner is reformed; | want
to see Florence Nightingale when the
last saber wound has stopped hurting:
want to see William Penn when the
last Indian has been civilized; l want
to see John Huss when the last fame
of persecution has been extinguished.
want to see John Bunyan after the
last pilgrim has come to the gate of
the celestial city-above all. want to
see Jesus after the last saint has his
throne and has begun to sing his tri-
lmph.
You have watched the calmness and
-he glory Of the evening hour. The la
Oorers have come from the field; the
heavens are glowing with an indescrib-
able effuigence, as though the sun in
departing had forgotten to shut the
gate after it. All the beauty of cloud
md leaf swims in the lake. For a star
n the sky, star in TIE water; heaven
above and heaven beneath. Not a leaf
'ustling or bee humming OF a grass.
hopper chirping. Silence in the mead.
DIV, silence among the hills. Thus
bright and beautiful shall be the even.
ng of the world The heats of earthly
conflict are cool; the glory of heaven
ILLS all the scene with love, joy and
peace. At eventime it is light-light!
FulhIIment at the End.
Finally. my text shall find fulfllment
It the end of the Christians life. You
know how short a winters day is and
low little work you can do. Now. nv
friends. life is short winters dav.
The sun rises at s and sets at 4. The
birth angel and the death angel fiy
'nly little way apart Baptism and
burial are near together With one
land the mother rocks the cradle and
With the other she touches a grave.
went into the house of one of nv
on Thanksgiving day. The
little child of the household was bright
Ind glad, and with it | bounded nm
IND down the hall. Christmas dav
'ame and the light of that household
lad persisted. We stood. with black