Rensselaer Republican, Volume 26, Number 25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 February 1894 — Waiting for the Aagels. [ARTICLE]

Waiting for the Aagels.

He was a solemn-visage I, gray-poll-ed, slo w-paeltig son of sorrow, says the Puiladeip iia Record. His fe tures was stolidly set, and there was not a glint of hope in his pile .ace. Disappointment and discouragement were wr.fcten there. He was a Second Ad ventlss Who bad for the sixth time awaited the Lord’s coining in vain. Tne excitement of his hope h d driven him dmost to distraction and the reaction had driven him almost to the grave. **lll never try ag.iiu,” he said plaintively, with a long drawn sigh. ~"I began it in 1843. I was sure 1 was going heavenward then. In 1844 they said the world was coming to . n end at Darby and I went down there so as to be on hand. I tried it again in ’5!), up in New Ham ah ire, at a camp-meet-ing; and the next t.me w s in toe centeimial year. Mother Shipton’s prophecy that "the wor.d to an end would come in 1831,” i believed to be gospel truth. But though 1 began with New Year’s day and watched and waited for tifiy-two weeks.-the eii4 w.is- as f r off as ever. I had about given the whole thing up when the preachers began to tell of (Jot. 25, 1389 —1 thought it was all true until Saturday morning came. Then I got mad and swore I'd turn heathen. I have got tired waiting, and my plans have been spoiled so many times ihat I made up my mind I wouldn’trstand it no longer. "I’ve been reading Ezekiel, and from what he says in the forty-seventh chapter I guess the end won’t be for mor’n 2.000 years yet There’s another p ace where the good book suyfl the pospel must be preached to all tiie world before judgement day. Well, 1 reckon ihere be millions of poor heathen critters who haven’t hid acli n-e to be preached to; that means the world an’t a-,min’ to bust for ages yet. So I’m not a-botherin’ my head. J don’t care a snap what the preacher folks say. Why. if the biggest preacher in Philade I phia should yell to me tomorrow that Gabe was flappin’ his wings over my hen-roost I wouldn’t take the trouble to look out of my window.”