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A Happy Old Age
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A Happy Old Age is a message of meditation based on the Bible and written by Ashton Oxenden (20 September 1808 – 22 February 1892) was Bishop of Montreal. Born 20 September 1808, at Broome Park, Kent, he was the fifth son of Sir Henry Oxenden (1756–1838), 7th Baronet Oxenden, of Broome Park;

Commissioner of Dover Harbour. His mother, Mary, was the daughter of Colonel John Graham (1723–1789), of St. Lawrence House, near Canterbury; former Lieutenant governor of Georgia. Educated at Ramsgate and at Harrow School, Oxenden matriculated from University College, Oxford, on 9 June 1826; graduated B.A. 1831, M.A. 1859, and was created D.D. 10 July 1869. 

In December 1833, he was ordained to the curacy of Barham, Kent, where he introduced weekly cottage lectures. In 1838, he resigned his charge, and during the following seven years was incapacitated for work by continuous ill-health. From 1849 to 1869 he was rector of Pluckley with Pevington, Kent, and in 1864 was made an honorary canon of Canterbury Cathedral. At Pluckley he first commenced extemporaneous preaching, and wrote the Barham Tracts.

In 1864, Oxenden married, on 14 June, Sarah (b. 1828), daughter of Joseph Hoare Bradshaw (1784–1845), a London banker and a grandson of Samuel Hoare. The couple would have a daughter, Mary Ashton Oxenden, who married in 1891 Charles John Wood (1862–1902), the youngest son of Lt.-General Thomas Wood (1804–1872) M.P., of Gwernyfed Park, Breconshire.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherDarolt Books
Release dateJan 16, 2020
ISBN9788835361428
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    PREFACE

    Ashton Oxenden (20 September 1808 – 22 February 1892) was Bishop of Montreal.

    Born 20 September 1808, at Broome Park, Kent, he was the fifth son of Sir Henry Oxenden (1756–1838), 7th Baronet Oxenden, of Broome Park;

    Commissioner of Dover Harbour. His mother, Mary, was the daughter of Colonel John Graham (1723–1789), of St. Lawrence House, near Canterbury; former Lieutenant governor of Georgia.

    Educated at Ramsgate and at Harrow School, Oxenden matriculated from University College, Oxford, on 9 June 1826; graduated B.A. 1831, M.A. 1859, and was created D.D. 10 July 1869. 

    In December 1833, he was ordained to the curacy of Barham, Kent, where he introduced weekly cottage lectures. In 1838, he resigned his charge, and during the following seven years was incapacitated for work by continuous ill-health. From 1849 to 1869 he was rector of Pluckley with Pevington, Kent, and in 1864 was made an honorary canon of Canterbury Cathedral. At Pluckley he first commenced extemporaneous preaching, and wrote the Barham Tracts.

    In 1864, Oxenden married, on 14 June, Sarah (b. 1828), daughter of Joseph Hoare Bradshaw (1784–1845), a London banker and a grandson of Samuel Hoare. The couple would have a daughter, Mary Ashton Oxenden, who married in 1891 Charles John Wood (1862–1902), the youngest son of Lt.-General Thomas Wood (1804–1872) M.P., of Gwernyfed Park, Breconshire.

    Or, Home Beyond

    Life's Journey

    What is our life?

    Life is a Journey, that is soon ended.

    Life is a Tale, that is quickly told.

    Life is a Day, whose hours roll by apace.

    Life is a Vapor, which rises for a while, and then vanishes.

    Life is a Flame, that burns for a moment or two, and then flickers, and shortly goes out.

    Our little lifetime oh, how short it is!

    And what are your thoughts, my aged friend, about this journey of life? Once you looked upon it as a very different thing from what it appears to you now. Once it seemed to you as if the days of your childhood would never pass away. You longed for manhood or womanhood; but it came very slowly. The early stages of your journey seemed almost endless. And if it had been possible, you would willingly have taken a jump, and sprang into middle life in one bound. But now you look back, and wonder how quickly your life has passed. It seems but yesterday, that you were a child. Old age has crept on, almost without your knowing it.

    Truly the longest life is but a little while  when compared with eternity. It is but a tiny drop in the wide ocean; but as a grain of sand on the boundless shore! Life soon passes it away and we are gone forever!

    And when we look forward how soon shall we be in our graves! A few more days and we shall come to the end of our little span. Very soon the silver cord will be severed, the golden bowl will be broken and our dust will return to the ground it came from, and our spirit will return to God who gave it. Then we will go to our eternal home and mourners go about the streets! (Eccles. 12:5, 6.)

    Now, I want you to carefully ponder the Ninetieth Psalm:

    1 Lord, you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations.

    2 Before the mountains were born or you brought forth the earth and the world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God.

    3 You turn men back to dust, saying, Return to dust, O sons of men.

    4 For a thousand years in your sight are like a day that has just gone by, or like a watch in the night.

    5 You sweep men away in the sleep of death; they are like the new grass of the morning 

    6 though in the morning it springs up new, by evening it is dry and withered.

    7 We are consumed by your anger and terrified by your indignation.

    8 You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your presence.

    9 All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a moan.

    10 The length of our days is seventy years — or eighty, if we have the strength; yet their span is but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.

    11 Who knows the power of your anger? For your wrath is as great as the fear that is due you.

    12 Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

    13 Relent, O Lord! How long will it be? Have compassion on your servants.

    14 Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.

    15 Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, for as many years as we have seen trouble.

    16 May your deeds be shown to your servants, your splendor to their children.

    17 May the favor of the Lord our God rest upon us; establish the work of our hands for us yes, establish the work of our hands.

    Take it, and ponder it over in your heart; and I think you will find it very profitable sometimes to use it as a prayer for yourself. It is not certain who was the writer of that Psalm. But whoever wrote it must, I think, have been an old man; and he must have written it on purpose for those of his brethren who are going down the hill of life.

    I once heard of an aged Christian, who used to be very fond of applying the Ninety first Psalm to himself. He loved to think how

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