The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1902-03-21


are eighty. Glorious old ags Il found in /
the way OF righteousness
How beautiful the old age Of Jacob /
leaning on the top of his stah; Of John /
Quincy Adams, falling with the harness /
on; of Washington Irving, sitting, pen ln /
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 Frellnghuysen, /
down TO feeb'encss and emaciation devot
lng bis islustrious faculties to the kingdom
efCod. Az eyentide it was light!
Sec that you do honor to the aged. A
philosopher stood at the corner Of the
street day after day, saying 20 the paesers
by: you will be On old man; you viii be
an old man You viii be an old woman;
you viii be an old woman People
thought that he was crazy i 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 viii 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 it's 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 indeseribable effulgenCe,
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 a star in the sky, q star in the water;
heaven above and heaven beneath. Not
leaf rustling or a bee humming or a grass
hopper ehirping. 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 fuifllment at
the end of the Christians life. You know
how snort a 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 a little way apart.
: Baptism and burial are near together.
With one hand the mother rocks the era
die and with the other she touches a 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 bounded up and down
the hall Christmas Day came and the
light of that household had persisted. We
stood with black book, reading over the
grave, "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust"
But hurl away this darkness I cannot
have you weep. Thanks be unto God, who
giveth US the victory at eventime ii shall
be light ! have seen many Christians die.
, never saw any of them die in darkness.
What If the pillows of death do rise above
our grdle who does not love to battle!
H. - IL, ot1ks IN, he
blast, what do we want of them when all
the gates of glory swing open before US,
, and from a myriad voices, myriad harps,
a myriad thrones, myriad palaces there
! dashes upon us ''Hosanna! Hosanna!"
J Throw back the shutters and let the
. sun in" said dying Scoville McCullum, one
I. of my Sabbath-school boys. Throw back
the shutters and let the sun in" You car
!. see Paul putting on robes and wings Of as
E cension as he exclaims: Il have fought tht
good Tight l have finished my counsel
? have kept the faith"
h Hugh McKall went to one side Of thu
i scaffold of martyrdom and cried: Fare
g we'll sun, moon and stars! Farewell al
earthly delightsl" then went on the Othel
nj side of the scafold and cried Welcome
# God and Father! Welcome, sweet JesuI
o Christ, the Mediator of the covenant
d Welcome, death! Welcome, glory"
e A minister of Christ in Philadelphia
J. dying, said in his last moments, Il NOV
d into the light" They did not go dow
b doubling and fearing and shivering, bu
d their battle cry rang through all the cav
d erns of the sepulcher and was echoed bacl
e from all the thrones of heaven; 20 death
Il, where is thy sting? grave, where is tn
y victory?" Sing, my soul, OF joys to come
It / saw a beautiful being wandering vi
and down the earth. She touched the ageC
a. and they became young; she touched tn
c. poor and they became rich. / said, "Wh
is this beautiful being wandering up ant
IS down the earth" They told me that he
"a name was Death What a strange thrl
s of joy when the palsied Christian begi
3 to use his arm again, when the bin
y Christian begins to see again, when tn
~ deaf Christian begins to hear again, whe
'k thepoo pilgrim puts his feet on such pave
n, ment and joins in such company and has
"a free seat in such great temple
n Hungry men no more to hunger, thirst
Is men no more to thirst, weeping men n
e more to weep, dying men no more to di
re Gather up all sweet words, all jubilant e.
e. pressons, all rapturous EXPLANATIONS
- bring them to me, and | will pour upo
IN them this stupendous theme of the soul
disenthrallment!
~ Oh, the Joy of the spirit as it shall mour
yo up toward the throne OF God, shouting
" Free! Free!" Your eye has gazed upo
~ the garniture of earth and heaven, but eJ
r.. hath not seen it; your ear has caught ha
an monies uncounted and indescrbable
~ caught them from harp's trill and bird
Al carol and waterfalls dash and oceans do
he ology-but ear hath not heard it.
bt How did those blessed ones get up In
nj. the light? What hammer knocked off the
chains? What loom wove their robes
in light? Who gave them wingsY All etc
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