The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1848-01-11
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tEt BY iCktRGE LiPpAaD ESQ. e@dF
ea.s,18 aeV b. -----' ,-rY "a sd tla 3 l
SCsme with meto that Long Island shot
GENE with me to t'e farm of New Rochelle
all, old man is dying there.
fi., aS enlet this rude and neglected room
1'hsre ON yonder bed, with The june breeze
--sh, it is sweet with tthe perfume of land
aud and sea-=-with the j Juns bleezc blowing
softly through the open window gle ANS
of June san light upon his lruw--lhere,
pnppsd up by pillows, on his death bed, sis
1.-The aformn is slrunk--,hat face stamped
with the big wrinkle Of age and alcohol, ycl
hesnoble brow still looms our, a, tower OF
thought, ihsscye still glares from that wreck
efa face--zglarss with soul. y, in..t. ~
lie is dying. iDsathin the trembling hand
death iudtAe frightening eyes, ia every
bead sweat upon his brow. t,..4 49,
qAud swho IL here 10 co,n!ort iha, old man
Wifs, childs All, meme of these are here.
No oes.fily whispered voice speaks love that
psssiug soul -no.kind and lender l'aad pa's
back tbs gay hair from the damp Liow ..
,laYet still that old man sils there against
the pillow, silent, calm, finn. 8, -.f.. ....
Softly blow the, Juue bleeze-sofly pours
tho mild sunligh-7-sunlight and breeze, he
is abou, TO have Bfever, yet he is hrn and
snsbakens n45@'. .s
Oh tell me, my friends. Why does this
death roem seem SO awfu!ly sill and desc
laies
$ Ii is not becalise there Is no wife, no child
hers--lIo, because there is no kind hand 10
s,n,toth back the grey hairs from the damp
btsw-5ul o! Father Of s.uls!
Here III this still r"om, will, tlis'po'r fnr-
n'iure, its stray sdnlrh', and lis snrmcr
hreezr--hsre, in this s,ill r"om, there is no
saildly beautiful face otJesus, the redeener,
10 isok upsn lhe old AN, 10 gl"am besides
his bod, 10 smile Immortality in his grazing
This ,askrs ihe room so awfully still and
d.,ola,e. There is no Jesus here.
Yas. wiihnut word Of recanlaton on his
l;.--inn TO lis faith Lone God and no jesus
i'm Il Ills social creed, which is all reasoH,
aud no ,fa,h, lie old nan, Thomas Paine,
picks 4, ths coverlids, and takes dsath Gala
" BY the hand.
Nov look a, II, In This dread hou', Two
men come forward, d Doctor and a Preacher.
What is their mission here! DO they take
the old mans hand within their own, and
ch.fe awav the death chilli Oh, no!
S7 While one has note and pencil in hand,
the other leans over the bed. Don't you see
his pi,ifol, whining facet Tie leans over the
bed and whispers, or rather screech"s--Mr.
Paine, we wish to know whether you have
changed your religions opinens? Do you
believe in our creed? it ~ a-
And while the Doctor is reatly with his
pencil, the Preacher leans grasplnsly there,
swaitng his answer. 3Hs 7t9cFf& 2'e "i'
Does ns. This scene disgust yous There
are ,Wo pedlars Of death bed confessions.
wai,ingaio catch the las! grasp Of poor Tom.
Paine! r4ts'Lrt 's'a.@' !. sH$'. 'S"'
Do YOU thiul, my friends, the cause e
Christ depends apnn narrew.souled bigo's
Ike tbeseL-who instead Sf placing llhe cc;l
tf cold water to ,he lips of,he death strck'
on. come here, around the death bed slnei
lnp ofcreeds and breathing cant all tho whly|
---and insult, with theil paper and pencil,
The last hours of asdying oldman.9 ~ s1g y
Would your Feneton,, your Luther, you
Wesley, have done thiss Would your Bish-
90 White, Of your Channing, talked to dy-
mo man with paper and pencil in hand, i'll
stead Of n,oistehing his lips With the cup si
water. Of his soul withs,he great truths o.
f,hristf--Nay--would the blessed Redeem.
erhimself, who ever lifledup ,he'bowed head
aver forcays the trembling sinner, ever reach
"A forth The arms of his Godheads TO snatch
dssnair from It's sins and woes--would D,
bsye entered thus the chambers ofisai dying
man. 10 tslkaof creeds when there was soul
,ohs redesmede Ths thoughtis blasphemy!
Now listen toithe only answer. that thes'
b;aoois co,,ld expect. The old man looked
;n'tbeir faces, stamped withlthe pretty lines
Il sactsrian Pharicism, and answered. g
ssIksps 40 desire to believe in anything 81
he k;sd,s ssysthe old man, and 'nrnsd his I