iy 1, AN ELOQUENT DISCOURSE. Subject: “Different Modes of Measuring the Flight of Time’'—Life Should Not Be Wholly a Span of Years-—The Carse of Wealth—The True Gauge. TExT: “How old art thou?’—Genesis xlvii., 8. The Egvptian capital was the focus of the world’s wealth: In ships and barges thers had been.brought to it from India frankincensplnd cinnamon and ivory and diamonds; ffom the north, marble and iron; from Syria, purple and silk; from Greece, some of the finest horses of the world and some of the most brilliant char- jots, and from all the earth that which could best please the eye and charm the ear and gratify the taste. There were tem- ples aflame with red sandstone, entered by Msthe gateways that were guarded by pillars ~ Ly bewildering with hieroglyphics.and wound with brazen serpents and adorned with winged oreatures, their eyes and beaks and pinions glittering with precious stones; there were marble columns blooming into white flower beds; there were stone pillars, at the top bursting into the shape of the lotus when in full bloom. Along the avenues, lined with sphinx and fane and obelisk, there were princes who came in gorgeously . upholstered palanquins, carried by servants in scar- let or elsewhere drawn by vehicles, the snow-white horses, golden-bitted and six abreast, dashing at full run. On foors of mosaic the glories of Pharaoh were spelled out in letters of porphyry and beryl and flame. There were ornaments twisted from the wood of tamarisk, em- bossed with silver breaking into foam. here were footstools made out of a single precious stone. There were beds fashioned out of a crouched lion in bronze. There were chairs spotted with the sleek hides of leopards. There were sofas footed with the claws of wild beasts and armed with the beaks of birds. As you stand on the level beach of the sea on a summer day and look either way, and there are miles of breakers, white with the ocean foam, dashing shoreward, so it seemed as if the sea of the world’s pomp and wealth in the Egyptian capital for miles and miles flung itself up into white breakers of marble temple, mausoleum and obelisk. It was to this capital and the palace of Pharaoh that Jacob, the plain shepherd, came to meet his son Joseph, who had be- come prime minister in the royal apart- ment. Pharaoh and Jacob met, dignity and rusticity, the gracefnlness of the court and the plain manners of the fleld. The king, wanting to make the old country man at ease and seeing how white his beard is and how feeble his step, looks familiarly into his face and .says to the aged man, “‘How old art thou?” On New Year’s night the gate of eternity opened to let in amid the great throng of departed centuries the soul of the dying year. Under the tweifth stroke of the brazen hammer of the city clock the patriarch fell dead, and the stars of the night were the funeral torches. It is most fortunate that on this road of life there are so many milestones, on which we can read just how fast we are going toward the Jjourney’s end. I feel that it is not an in- appropriate question that I ask to-day when I look into your faces and say, as Pharaoh did to Jacob, the patriarch, “How old art thou?” People who are truthful on every other subject lie about their ages, so that I do not solicit from you any literal response to tke question I have asked. I would put no one under temptation, but I simply want this morning to see by what rod it is we are measuring our earthly existence. There is a right way and a wrong way of measur- ing a door, ora wall, or an arch, ora tower, and so there is a right way and a wrong way of measuring our earthly existence. It is with reference to this higher meaning that I confront you this morning with the stupendous question of the text and ask, “How old art thou?” There are many who estimate their life by mere worldly gratification. When Lord Dundas was wished a Happy New Year, he : sald, “‘It willhave to be a happier year than .and the smoothest path its thorns, the past, for I hadn't one happy moment in all the twelve months that have gone.” But that has not been the experience of most of us. We have found that though the world is blasted with sin itisa very bright and beautiful place to reside in. We have had joys innumerable. There is no hostility between the gospel and the merriments and the festivities of life. I do not think that we fully enough appreciate the worldly pleasures God gives us. When you recount your enjoyments you do not go back to the time when you were an in- fant in your mother’s arms, looking up into the heaven of her smile; tothose days when you filled the house with the uproar of bois- terous merriment; when yow shouted as you pitched the ball on the playground; when on the cold, sharp