Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1857-10-22
The storp was loud. the night was dark


The ocean yawned and rudely blowed
els The wind thit tossed my laundering bark,
The hymn was sung by Mr.. Goodman
alone. can yet In imagination hear his
voice, as TITLED the large hall, and the
last sounds, with their echoes, died away
in the DOME seyarf - ~
"And Itsaw grcathshite throne, and
him that sat on il, from whose face, the
earth and the heaven fed away; and there
was no place for them.
Ami i saw the dead, small and great,
stand before God, andthc books were O.
pened: and another book was opened, which
is sAs taok; of life, and the dead were
judged out of those things which were
written in the books, according TO their
works. - iqf - O. TAX ttf II
Mr. Goodman was more affected when he
gavc'us the text, than had ever seen him
before. He several times passed his hand
kerchief over his eyes before he began
The first sentences are fresh in my recollec-
ton. "When Massilon, one OF the greatest
divines that France ever knew, was called to
preach the. funeral sermon of the departed
King. in the Cathedral at Paris, before the
rcigning King, the royal family. the cham
bers, and the era lIees of France, he took
~ith him to the sacred desk little golden
urn, containing a lock of hair OF the late
King, The Immense congregation was
seated, and the silence of death reigned. =
Massilon arose, holding the little urn in his
fingers, his hand resting upon, the sacred
cushion. All eyes were intcntly fixed up
on him. Moments. minutes passed; Mas
sillon stood lnotionlcss, pale as statute;
theS feeling became intense; many believed
he was struck dumb before the august as
sembly; many sighed and groaned aloud
many eyes were difluscd with tears, when
the hand of Massillon was seen slowly rails
ing thclittle golden urn, his eyes fixed upon
the King, as the hand was returned to the
sacred cushion the loul AMI solemn voice
of Massillon was heard in every part of the
Cathedral. :" Goi alone Is greatf' So | say
to you, to-day, my beloved hearers, there is
no human greatness, God alone is great. -
The subject was the day of Judgment. /
had heard it preached before many times, but
never as heard it then. The immense con-
gregation was held almost breathless with
the most beautiful, sublime and powerful
sermon | ever heard. bespoke Of the final
separationin the great day of judgement,
and fanciedth angel Of the Lord locking
the door that opened to the bottomlcss pit,
stepping upon the ramparts, letting fall
the key into the abyss below and dropping
the last tcar1over fallen and condemned
man. lie closed. 81 go to the land of my
birth, to press once more to my heart my
aged mother and drop a tear on the grave
of my saintcd father, farewell, farewell %
And he sank overpowerel to his seat. while
the whole congregation responded with
sympathisihg tears.
. General Harrison hal been inaugurated.
The dispatcbesfo r the British Government
were signed by Mr.. Webster and delivered
to. Mr.. Goodman. lie took leave OF his
friends at Washington, and left for New
York AS we partel his last words were.
MAY heaven bless you, Mr. Smith; if
ever | return you shall see me in the
Nest - ,-,.ani if... - f.. srfrFV
A few days afterwards there was seen
passing Governors Island thcsplendid new
steamer President, - on her outward trip
to Liverpool. with Mr. Goodman, Tyrone
Powers, and long list Of other. distin-
guished passengers on board. The flying
steamer hal left the lighthouse FAR behind
and moved calamity up tho open At
Iantic, with prospects of as speedy and safe
a voyage as any vessel that ever crossed
the ocean Night was coming on The
clouds in the heavens portended storm.
The winds blew and howell dreadful hur
ricane. The ill-fated vessel was seen late
IN the evening, struggling with fate-now
lying in the trough of the sea, now on the
,op OF moontain wave. now on her side,
aud again plungins, as it Were into the "a
byss below ySsslAts saw
1.-The storIpwas loud, the night was dark, Z s
The ocean vawned, and rudely bowed
The wind that tossed my laundering bark
Morning came me The sun rose o., an open
sea. The "President,' with all on board,
had gone down and never was heard of more
Thus persisted, ere he reached the meridian
of life, one OF the most eminent dlyineS OF
our country.