The age-herald., 1902-02-16

 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 oid. 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 righteousnessl How beautiful the old age of Jacob, leaning on the top of his staff; of John Quincy Adams, falling with the harness on; Of Washington Irving, sitting pen in hand, amid the scenes himself had made clas- sical; of John Angel James, to the last proclaiming the gospel to the masses or Birmingham; of Theodore Frelnghuysen. down to feebleness and emaciation de- voting his illustrious faculties to the kingdom of God. At eyentide 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 pass ersby: 'You will be an old man; you will be an old man. You will be an old woman; you will be an old woman. 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
 tottering limbs they will soon be at rest
 Flow not up that face with any more
 wrinkles; trouble and care have marked it full enough. Thrust no thorn Into that ] old heart; 1t will soon cease to beat. The eye that mocketh it's farther and cefuseth to obey it's mother the ravens If the valley shall pick 1t out, and the young eagles shall eat it." The bright morning and hot monday of life have passed with many. It Is o'clock , | o'clock, o'clock The shadows fall long | er and thicker and faster. Seven o'clock.
 } o'clock! The sun has dipped below the l horizon; the warmth has gone out of | the air Nine o'clock, 10 o'clocki The | heavy dews are falling: the activities of | Efe's day are all hushed; 1t is time to go | to bed Eleven o'clock, 12 o'clock The | patriarch sleeps the blessed sleep, the cool sleep, the long sleep. Heavens mes | sengers of light have kindled bonfires of victory all over the heavens. At even | time it is light Light.
 The Latter Day of the Church. | Again, my text shall find fulfillment l in the latter day of the church. Only | few missionaries a few churches, few | good men, compared with the institu- | tions leprous and purified. It 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 up and down the sky, is but the flaming of the morning, butewhen, the evening of the world shall come, glory to Gods conquering truth, 1t Shall be light. Wars sword changing back in the scabbard intemperance bur jed under ten thousand broken decanters the worlds impurity turning Its brow heavenward for the benediction, Bless ed are the pure in heart;' the last ves- tige of selfishness submerged in heaver descending charities and China worship
 ping Dr. Abeels Saviour; all India be- ieving in Henry h-artyn's Bible; abori- ginal superstitions acknowledging David Brainerd's piety human bondage deliv- cred through Thomas Clarkson's Christ | ianity; vagrancy coming back from its | pollution at the call of Elizabeth Fry s | Redeemer; the mountains coming down l the valleys going upi holiness" insribed | on horses bell, and silkworm's thread and brown thrashers wing, and shells l tinge, and manufacturers shuttle, and | chemists laboratory, an kings scepter, | and nations Magma Charta. Not a hos | pital, for there are no wounds; not an asylum for there are no orphans; not l prison for there are no criminals; not an almshouSe, for there are no paupers; not a tear, for there are no sorrows. The l long dirge of earths lamentations has
 ended in the triumphal march of redeem | ed empires, the forests harping 1t on vine | strung branches, the water chanting it l among the gorges, the thunders drum oranf fIn fI,n er;,, | ing it forth with it's organs, trade winds touching the keys and Euroclydon's foot on the pedal
 1 want to see John Howard when the
 last prisoner is reformed want to see Florence Nightingale when the last saber wound has stopped hurting; I want to see William Penn when the last Indian has been civilized; l want to see John
 Huss when the last flame of persecution
 has been extinguisheu; I want to see
 John Bunyan after the last pilgrim has
 come to the gate of the celestial city
 above all, l want to see Jesus after the
 last saint has his throne and has begun
 to sing his triumph.
 You have watched the calmness and the glory of the evening hour. The la borers have come from the field; the heavens are glowing with an indescrib- able effulgence, as though the suA in de- parting had forgotten to shut the gate after 1t. All the beauty of cloud and leaf swims in the lake. For star in the sky, star in the water heaven above and heaven beneath. Not leaf rustling or a bee humming or a grass hopper chirping. Silence in the meadow silence among the hills. Thus bright and beautiful shall be the evening of the world. The heats of earthly conflict are cool; the glory of heaven fills all the scene with love, joy and peace At even- time it is light-light!
 Fulfilment at the End.
 Finally, my text shai md fulfillment at the end of the Christians lift. You
 know how short winters day is and
 how little work you can do. Now, my
 friends, life is a short winters day. The
 sun rises at and sets at 4. The birth angel and the death angel fly only a
 little ways apart. Baptism and burial
 are near together. With one hand the
 mother rocks the cradle and with the
 other she touches a grave.
 1 went into the house of one of m,
 parishioners on Thanksgiving day. The
 little child of the household was bright and glad, and with it I bounded up and down the hall. Christmas day came, and the light of that household had perished. We stood, with black hood, reading over the grave. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust"
 But I hurl away this darkness. I can not have you weep. Thanks be unto God, who giveth us the victory. at eventime it shall be light! I have seen many Christians die I never saw any of them