The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1902-02-15


clear and the hearing acute and thu
step elastic and all our pulses marching
IN to the drumming of a stout heart
Midlife and old age will be denied many
of US, but ~youth-we all know wha'
that is. Those wrinkles were not a.
ways on your brow; that snow was moi
always on your head; that brawny mus
ele did not always bunch your arm;
you have not always worn spectacles
Grave and dignified as you now are, yot
once went coastingdown tothe hillside
or threw off your hat for the race oil
sent the ball flying sky high. But youth
will not always last. 1t stays only long
enough to give us exuberant spirits and
broad shoulders for burden carrying
and an arm with which to battle our
way through difficulties. LIES path,
if you follow it long enough, will come
under frowning crag and cross trem-
bling causeway. Blessed old age, if you
let it come naturally! You cannot hide
it. You may try to cover the wrinkles,
but you cannot cover the wrinkles. If
the time has come for you to be old, be
not ashamed to be old. The %grandest
things in all the universe are old-old
mountains, old rivers, old seas, old
stars and an old eternity. Then do not
be ashamed to be old unless you are
older than the mountains and older
than the stars.
How men and women will lie! They
say they are 40, but they are 60. They
say they are 90, but they are 80. They
say they are 60, but they are so.
Glorious old age if found in the way
old age of Jacob, leaning on the top
of his staff; of John Quincy Adams,
falling with the harness on; of Wash
ington Irving, sitting, pen in 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
Frelinghuysen, down to feebleness
and emaciation devoting his illustri-
Gus faculties to the kingdom of God.
At eventide it was light!
See hat you do honor to the aged.
A philosopher stood at the corner Of
the street day after day, saying to the
passerby: You will be an old man;
you will be 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 vas
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. Pillow
not up that face with any more wrin-
kles; trouble and care have marked
1t full enough. Thrust no thorn into
that old heart; it will soon cease to
beat. THE eye that mocketh it's
and refuseth to obey its moth
the ravens of the valley shall pick
1t out, and the young eagles shall eat
It, The bright morning and hot
MONDAY of life have passed with
many. 1t is four o'clock. five o'clock,
six O'Clock! The shadows fall longer
and thicker and faster. Seven o'clock,
eight o'clock The sun has dipped
below the horizon; the warmth has
gone out of the air. Nine o'clock, ten
O'Clock! The heavy dews are falling;
The activities of life's day are all
hushed; it is time to go to bed.
O'Clock, twelve o'clock! The
patriarch sleeps the blessed sleep,
the cool sleep, the long sleep. Keav-
ems messengers of light have kindled
bonfires of victory all over the heav-
ems. At eventide it is light. Light.
| want to see John Howard when
last prisoner is reformed; l want
to see Florence Nightingale when
last saber wound has stopped
hurting; | want to see William
when the last Indian has been
civilized; / wan to see John Huss
when the last flame of persecution
been extinguished; 1 want to
lee John Bunyan after the last pill
grim has come to the gate of the
~city-above all, | want to
Jesus sitter the last saint has
his throne and has begun to sing
triumph.
You have watched the calm
ress and the glory of the evening
The laborers have com from
the field; the heavens are glowing
with an in~describable 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
a star in the waters; heaven
above and heaven beneath. Not n
leaf rustling or a bee humming or a
grasshopper chirping. Silence in the
meadow, silence among the hills.
Thus bright and beautiful shall be
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 even
time it is light-light!
Finally, my tex shall find fulfill
nent at the end of the Christians
life. You know how short a winters
lay is and how little work you can
Now, my friends, life is d short
winters day. The sun rises at eight
Ind sets at four. The birth angel
md the death angel fly only a little
way apart. Baptism and burial are
iear together. With one hand the
rocks the cradle and with the /,