The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-02-16


 scribed on horses bell and siikwotd,s shells tinge, and manufacturer snuttle. and .chemist's laboratory, and king' s scepter. and nation's Magma Charta. Not hospital, for there are no wounds: not a prison. for there are no criminals; not an almshouse. for there are no pau pers; not a tear, for there are no s0r- rows. The long dirge of earth's lalmcnta- tion has ended in the triumphal marcb of redeemed empires, the forests harp ing it on vine strung branches. the wa ter chanting it among the gorges. the thunders drumming 1t among the hills, the ocean givinE 1t forth with it's organs, trade winds touching the keys and Eu- roclydon's foot on the pedal.
 I want to see John Howard when the last prisoner Is reformed; want to see Florence Nightingale when the last sabev wound has stopped hurting; 1 want to see William Penn when the last Indian has been civilized; want to see John Husl when the last flame of persecution has been extinguished; I want to see John Bunyan after the last pilgrim has come to the gate of the celestial city--abovt all. want to see Jesus after the last saint has his throne and has begun fe sing his triumph.
 You have watched the calmness and the glory of the evening hour. The la borers have come from the field; the able sffulgencs, as though the sun ir departing had forgotten to shut the gat. after it. All the beauty of cloud and leaf swims in the lake. For star 'ir the sky. star in the water; Heavef above and Heaven beneath. Not a lesi hopper chirping. Silence in the meadow silence among the hills. Thus bright and beautiful shall be the eveniug of the world. The heats of earthly conflict are At T~R A1l scene with love, joy and peace. At even. time 1t Is light-light!
 FulfiIlment at the End.
 Finally, my text shall find fulfllment at the end of the Christians life. You know how short winters day is and how little work you can dc. Now, my friends, life is short winters day. The angel and the death angel fly only 2 little way apart. Baptism and burial are near together. With one hand the mother rocks the cradle and with the other she
 I went into the house, of one of my parishioners on Thanksgiving Day. The little child of the household was bright and glad, and wtthei it Itbounded 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 I hurl away this darkness I can not have you weep. Thanks be unto God, 1t shall be light! I nave seen many Christians die. I never saw any of them die in darkness. What if the pillows of death do rise above our girdle, who does not love to bathe? What though other lights do 90 out In the blast, what do we want of them when ak the gates of glory swing open before us and from a myriad voices, a myriad harps, my riad thrones, a myriad palaces there dashes upon us "Hosanna! Hosanna" Throw back the shutters and let the sun in," said dying Scovlle McCullum. 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 ascension as he exclaims: T have finished my course! have kept the faith!'
 Hugh McKail went to one side of the scaffold of martyrdom and cri "a! Fare well sun. moon and stars! Farewell all earthly delights!" then went to the other side of the scaffold and cried! "Wei- come, God and Father! Welcome sweet Jesus Christ, the Mediator of the cove nant! Welcome, death! Welcome. gloryW A minister of Christ in Philadelphia, into the light." They did not go down doubting and fearing and shiverins, but their battlecry rang through all the cav erns of the sepulchre and was echoed back from all the thrones of Heaven; "oh death, where is thy sting? grave. where Is thy victory?' Sing, my soul. of joys to come.
 saw a beautiful being wandering up and down the earth. She touched the aged, and they became young; she said, Who is this beautiful being wan dering up and down the earth?" They told me that her name was Death. What a strange thrill of joy when the palsied Christian begins to use his arm again, when the blind Christian begins to see to hear again, when the. poor pilgrim puts his feet on such pavement and Joins in such company and has free seat in such a great temple! Hungry men no thirst, weeping men no more to weep. dying men no more to die. Gather up all sweet words, all Jubilant expressions, all raptureus exclamations; bring them to me. and I will pour upon them this stupsndous theme of the souls , s,,G,; disen- n. 1t shall mount up toward the throne or God, shouting: Free! F'reei' Your eye has gazed upon the garniture of earth and Heaven. but eye hath not seen it and ndescribable-causht them from harps trill and birds carol and water falls dash and oceans doxology-but ear hath not heard 1t. How did those blessed ones get up into the light? What ham loom wove their robes of light? Who gave them wings? An, eternity Is not long enough to tell tell it, seraphtm have not capacity enough to realize 1.-the mar veis of redeemlng love! Let the palms wave; let the crowns glitter; let the anthems ascend; let the trees of Leban- on clap their hands-they cannot tell the half of it. Archangel before the throne. thou failest! Sing on, praise on. ye hosts of the giorified, and II with your scepters you cannot reach 1t and with let all the myriads of the saved unite in the exclamation: jesus! Jesus! Jesus,'
 The Light of Eventide.
 There will be a password at the gate of Heaven. A great multitude come up and knock at the gate. The gatekeeper says, "Tne password" They say: We have no password. We were great on in Heaven" A voice from within an- swers. q never knew you" Another group come up to the gate of Heaven and knock. The gatekeeper says. The password" They say we have no pass word. We did a great many noble things care of the poor" The voice from within says, "I never knew you. Another group come up to the gate of Heaven and knock. The gatekeeper says. "The pass word" They answer, We were wan derers from God and deserve to die. but we heard the voice of Jesus" Aye. ave- says the gatekeeper, that is the password, Lift up your heads, ye ever lasting gates. and let these people come in" They go in and surround the throne, jubilant forever!
 An. do you wonder that the last hours of the Christian on earth are illuminated by thoughts of the coming glory? Light in the Evening The medicines may he