Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1902-02-22

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 Theodore Fre-
linghuysen, down to feebleness and
emaciation devoting his illustrious fac
ulties to the kingdom of Cod At even
tide it was light
See that you do honor to the aged.
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. 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
The bright morning and hot MONDAY
of life have passed with many. 1t is
O'Clock, o'clock, 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'clocki The heavy dews
are falling, the activities of life's day
are all hushed; it is time to go to bed.
Eleven o'clock. II o'clock! The patri-
arch 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
eventime it is light. Light.
Again, my text shall find fulfillment
in the latter day of the church. Only
a q mi aIi0 n
few good men, compared with the in
stitutions leprous and purified. 1t
is early yet in the history of every
thing good. Civilization and Christ
ianity 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, but when
| the evening of the world shall come,
glory to Gods conquering truth, it
shall be light. Wars sword changing
| back in the scabbard; intemperance
buried under ten thousand broken de-
canters; the worlds impurity turn
| ing its brow heayenward for the bene-
diction. Blessed are the pure in
heart" the last vestige OF selfshness
| submerged in misunderstanding
charities; vagrancy coming back from
it's pollution at the call of Elizabeth
| fteuSeU0T, luc COLl-
ing down; the valleys going up; "holi-
ness inscribed on horses bell, and
silkworm's thread, and brown thrash
er's wing, and shells tinge, and manu-
facturer's shuttle, and chemists la
boratory, and kings scepter, and ma
/ tons Magma Charter. Not hospital,
for there are no wounds; not an asy-
/ lum, 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
| lamentations has ended in the trium-
phal march of redeemed empires, the
forests harping it on vine-Strung
branches. the water chanting it among
the gorges, the thunders drumming it
among the hills, the ocean giving it
forth with its organs, trade winds
touching the keys and Euroclydon's S
foot on the pedal.
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 inde-
scribable effulgence, as though the sun
in departing had forgotten to shut the
gate after it. All the beauty of cloud
and leaf swim in the lake. For a star
| III lH0 SKY, d Ii SAO WdICl hCdN
en- above and heaven beneath. Not
leaf rustling or bee humming or a
grasshopper chirping. Silence in the
meadow, silence among the hills. Thus
bright and beautiful shall be the even
ing of the world. The heats of earthly
conflicts are cool; the glory of heaven
fills all the scene with love, joy and
peace At eventime it is light-lightl J
Finally my text shall find fulfillment
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 at 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 cradle and
with the other she touches a grave.
1 went into the house of one of my
. parishioners on Thanksgiving day
The little child of the household was
bright and glad and with it 1 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.
cannot have you weep Thanks be
unto God, who giveth us the victory
at eventime it shall be light, 1 have
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