Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1902-03-13

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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. 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 its father
and refuseth to obey its mother the ravens
of the valley shall pick it out, and the
young eagles shall eat it,"
| You have watched the calmness and the
| glory of the evening hour. The laborers
| have come from the field; the heavens are
glowing with an indescribable etfulgence,
as though the sun in departing had forgot
| ten to shut the gate after it. 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 a
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 eventime it is light
light!
Finally, my text shall find fulfllment at
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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 8
and sets at 4. 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 era
| die and with the other she touches grave.
| went into the house of one of my pa
| rishioners on Thanksgiving Day. The lit
| tie child of the household was bright and
glad, and with it l bounded up and down
| the hall. Christmas Day came and the
| light of that household had perished. We
stood, with black book, reading over the
| grave, Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
But hurl away this darkness l cannot
| have you weep. Thanks be unto God, who
glveth us the victory, at eventime it shall
| be light! l have seen many Christians die
| never saw any of them die in darkness
What if the pillows of death do rise above
our girdle, who does not love to batne?
What though other lights do 60 out in the
blast, what do we want of them when all
Che gates, of glory swing open before us,
! and from myriad voices, myriad harps,
a myriad thrones, myriad palaces there
dashes upon us "Hosanna! Hosanna!"
Throw back the shutters and let the
sun in" said dying Scoville McCulum, one
of my Sabbath-school boys, Throw back
| the shutters and let the sun in" You can
see Paul putting on robes and wings, of as
cension as he exclaims: II have fought the
good fight! l have finished my course! i
have kept the faith!'
Hugh McKall went to one side of the
scatfold of martyrdom and cried: Fare
| well sun, moon and stars! Farewell all
earthly delights!" then went on the other
side of the scalfold and cried: "Welcome,
God and Father! Welcome, sweet Jesus
Christ, the, Mediator OF the covenant!
Welcome, death! Welcome, glory!"
a minister of Christ in Philadelphia,
dying, said in his last moments, Il move
into the ight!' They did not go down
doubling and fearing and shiyering, but
their battle cry rang through all the cav
erns of the sepulcher and was echoed back
from all the thrones OF heaven 20 death,
where is thy sting? o grave, where is thy
victory?' Sing, my soul, of joys to come.
l saw a beautiful being wandering up
and they became young; she touched the
poor and they became rich. said, "Who
is this beautiful being wandering up and
down the earth?" they told me that her
name was Death. What a strange thrill
of JOY when the palsied Christian begin
to use his arm again, when the blind
Christian begins to see again, when the
deaf Christian begins to hear again, when
the poor pilgrim puts his feet on such pave
ment and joins i'll such company and has a
free seat in such great temple.
Hungry men no more to hunger, thirsty
men no more to thirst, weeping men no
more to weep, dying men no more to die.
Gather up all sweet words, all jubilant ex-
pressions, all rapturous exclamations;
bring them to me, and | will pour upon
them this stupendous theme OF the souls
disenthraliment!
Oh, the JOY of the spirit as it shall mount
up toward the throne of God, shouting:
''Free Free!" Your eye has gazed upon
the garniture of earth and heaven, but eye
hath not seen it; your ear has caught har-
monies uncounted and indescribable-
caught them from harp's trill and birds
carol and waterfalls dash and oceans doX-
ology-but ear hath not heard it.
How did those blessed ones get up into
the light? What hammer knocked off their
chains? What loom wove their robes of
light? Who gave them wings? Ah, eter-
nifty is not long enough to tell it, seraphim
have not capacity enough to realize it
the marvels of redeeming love!
Let the palms wave; let the crowns gilt
ter; let the anthems ascend; let the trees
of Lebanon clap their hands-they cannot
tell the half of it. Archangel before the
throne, thou failest!
Sing on, praise on, ye hosts of the glori-
fed, and il with your scepters you cannot
reach it and with your songs you cannot
saved unite in the exclamation: Jesus!
Jesus! Jesus!"
There will be password at the gate of
heaven. A great multitude come up and
knock at the gate. The gatekeeper says,
The password" They say: 1--WE have no
password. We were great on earth, and
now we come up to be great in heaven"
voice from within answers, IL never
knew you" Another group come up to
the gate of heaven and knock. The gate
keeper says, "The password" They say,
I'VE have no password. We did a great
many noble things on earth. We endowed
voice from within says, Il never knew
YOU" Another group come up to the gate
of heaven and knock. The gatekeeper
says, "The password" They answer, I'VE
were wanderers from God and deserve to
die, but we heard the voice of Jesus"
Aye, aye" says the gatekeeper, that is
the nassyYordl 1T I'M Your heads We