The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1902-02-15

on to the drumming OF stout heart.
Midlife and old age will be denied many
of us, but youth-we all know what
that is. Those wrinkles were not al
ways on your brow; that snow was not
always on your head; that brawny mus
Gle did not always bunch your arm;
you have not always worn spectacles.
Grave and dignifed as you now are, you
once went coasting down to 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 frowning crag and cross trem-
bling causeway. Blessed old age, IL you
let it come naturally! You cannot hide
1t. You may try to cover the wrinkles,
but you cannot cover the wrinkles. II
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 40, but they are 60. They
say they are 90, but they are 30. They
say they are 60, but they are 80.
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 harness on; of Wash
ington Irving, sitting, pen in hand,
amid the scenes himself had made
classical: Of John Angel James. to
the last proclaiming the Gospel to the
masses of Birmingham; of Theodore
Frelinghuysen, down to feebleness
and emaciation devoting his illustri-
Gus 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
passerby: "You will be an old man;
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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. Plow
not up that face with any more wrin-
kles; 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 its
father and refuseth to obey its moth
err 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 four o'clock. five o'clock,
six o'clock! The shadows fall longer
and thicker and faster. Seven o'clock,
eight o'clock! The sun has dipped
below the horizon; the warmth has
gone out of the air. Nine o'clock, ten
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, twelve o'clock! The
patriarch sleeps the blessed sleep,
the cool sleep, the long sleep. Heav-
ems messengers of light have kindled
bonfires of victory all over the heav-
ems. At eventide it is light. Light.
1 want to see John Howard when
the last prisoner is reformed; 1 want
to see Florence Nightingale when
the last saber wound has stopped
hurting; 1 want to see William
Penn when the last Indian has been
civilized; / want to see John Huss
when the last flame of persecution
has been extinguished; 1 want to
see John Bunyan after the last pill.
grim has come to the gate of the
celestial city-above all, l wdnt to
see Jesus after the last saint has
his throne and has begun to sing
his triumph.
You have watched the calm.
ness and the glory Of the evening
hour. The laborers have come from
the field; the heavens are glowing
with an indescribable effulgence. MS
though the sun in departing had
forgotten to shut the gate after it
All the beauty of cloud and leaf
swims in the lake. For star in the
sky, n star in the water; heaven
above and heaven beneath. Not a
leaf rustling or bee humming or a
grasshopper 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! ~
Finally, my text shall find fulfill.
ment at the end of the Christians
life. 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 Mt eight
and sets at four. The birth angel
and the death angel fly only little
way 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
my pensioners on Thanksgiving
day. The little child Of the house.
hold was bright and glad, and with
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