Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1902-02-10

umph.
You have watched the calmness and
the glory of the evening hour. The la
bOrers have come from the field; the
heavens are glowing with an indescrib-
able effulgence, as 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 a star
in the sky, a star in the water; heaven
above and heaven beneath. Not a leaf
rustling or a bee humming or a grass
hopper chirping. Silence in the mead
Ow, silence among the his Thus
bright and beautiful shall be the even
ing 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!
Fulf1Iment at the End.
Finally, my text shall find fulfllment
at the end of the Christians life You
know how short a 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 a 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.
| 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 l 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. l
cannot have you weep. Thanks be
unto God, who giveth 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 battle?
What though other lights do go out in
the blast, what do we want of them
when all the gates of glory swing open
before us and from a myriad voices, a
myriad harps, Il myriad thrones, a myr-
lad palaces there dashes upon us "Ho-
sauna! Hosanna!' Throw back the
shutters and let the sun in" said dying
| ScOville 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 ascen-
sion as he eXclaims: Il have fought the
good fight! | have finished my course!
| have kept the faith
Hugh McKail went to one side of the
scaffold of martyrdom and cried.
Farewell sun, moon and stars! Fare
we'll all earthly delightsn' then went to
the other side of the scaffOld and cried:
"WelcOme, God and Father! Welcome,
sweet Jesus Christ, the Mediator of the
covenant! Welcome, death! Welcome,
glOryr' A minister of Christ in Phila-
delphia, dying, said in his last mo-
ments, Il move into the light" They
did not go down doubling and fearing
and shivering, but their battlecry rang
through all the caverns of the sepul-
cher and was echoed back from all the
thrones of heaven: 80 death, where is
thy sting? o grave, where is thy vic
tory?" 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
touched the poor, and they became
rich. l 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 begins
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 pavement and joins in such com
pany and has a free seat in such a
great temple! Hungry men no more
to hunger, thirsty men no more tC
thirst. weeping men no more to weep
dying men no more to die. Gather VI
all sweet words, all jubilant expires
SiOns, all rapturOus EXPLANATIONS; bring
them to me, and l will pour upon then
this stupendous theme of the souls
diSenthrallment! Oh, the joy of the
spirit as it shall mount up toward the
throne of God, shouting: Free! Freev
Your eye has gaZed upon the garni
ture of earth and heaven, but eye hail
not seen it; your ear has caught har
. monies uncOunted and indeScrbable-
. caught them from harp's trill ant
; birds carol and waterfalls da h ant
oceans doXolOgy - but ear h. no
heard it. How did those blessed one
, get up into the light? What hamme
, knocked off their chains? What loon
wove their robes of light? Who CAV
, them wings? All, eternity is not lon
enough to tell it, seraphim have no
, capacity enough to realize 1.-THE mar
wells of redeeming love! Let the palm
! wave; let the crowns glitter; let TIL
anthems ascend; let the trees of Leba
non clap their hands-they cannot te
: the half of it. Archangel before tn
I throne. thou failest. Sing on, prais
: on, We hosts of the gloritied, and i