Daily American telegraph. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1851-1852, 1852-05-24
AMERICAN TELEGRAPH
Death VIII Come.

The Rev. Albert Barnes, in an able discourse
in the October number of the National Preacher
holds the following graphic language in illustra-
ton of the above declaration:
..Death will come he will certainly come
He cannot be evaded; he cannot be put back !;
he cannot be made to take his steps any slower.
Oh he will come All that lives on earth will
die-eyery beast bird, and creeping thing the
bummng bird, the insect that hutters in the
sunbeam every tree and shrub and fiower--the
oak. the pine, the acacia, the moss that grows
over the wall every monarch, every peasant
every rich man, every poor man; every slave,
every master of a slave; every man, every wo-
man. every child every old man that prides
himself on his honors and his wealth every
Young man that prides himself on his talents or
his strength every maiden that prides herself
on her beauty Oh, all will die! | am in world
of death; am amidst the dying and the dead /
see not living thing in all my rambles that will
not die-no man, no woman, no child no bird, no
beast no plant, no tree. The eagle that cuts
the air cannot fly above it; the monster of the
deep cannot dive below it !; the tiny insect can
not make itself SO Insignificant that death will
not notice it; leviathan cannot, with his great
strength, struggle against it. The Christian
will die; the sinner will die-yea, the sinner
Your wealth cannot save you; your accomplish
ments cannot save you. Death cares for none
Of these things; they all trihes-gewgaws
beneath. his notice He no more cloves shi-
ming mark " than an ignoble one he has no more
pride in cutting down the rich man than the poor
man--the daughter of beauty and fashion than
the daughter of ugliness and sin. He loves to
level the thistle as well as the rosebud the
brambles as the magnolia; the brier as the cedar
of Lebanon. He cares as little for the robes of
ermine as for the beggars rags as little for your
richest vestments and gayest apparel as for the
blanket of the savage. YouIwill die, and the fear
of death will come upon you. Death comes just
as he is-pale, solemn, fixed, stern, determined
on his work. He hears no cry for pity; he regards
no shrek of terror. He comes steady, certain, I'M
changed and Interchangeable in his purpose, to take
you from your bed of down; to hurry you away
from your splendid dwellings to call you out of the
panions, that will miss you for moment, and then
resume their dance, that you may die. Death
will come. He has been advancing towards you
ever since you began to breathe. He has kept
on his way, always advancing to meet you, while
you have been asleep or awake; and if you have
gone north, or south, east, or west, he has al
ways put himself into your path--how near or
how remote, you have never known. Death will
come. He has always been advancing, never re-
ceding; and soon his baneful shadow will fall upon
your path. And that shadow will deepen and
become more chilly, like an advancing eclipse ;
and then his dark form will stand right before
you, between you and the light of the living world
and you will be in the dark valley. Death will
come-fearful enough under any circumstances,
even if you are Christian-awful, unspeakably
awful, if you are not"