The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1857-08-26

| reigning LING, the royal family, the
chambers, and the grandees Of France,
/ ne took with him, to the sacred desk, 3
little golden urn containing lock of the
hair of the departed King. TheImmense
congregation was seated, and the silence
cfdeath reigned. Massilion arose, hold
I ing the little urn in his fingers, his hand
resting upon the sacred cushion. All
eyes were intentiy fixed upon him. Mo-
ments, inmates passed; Massillion stood
| motonleSs, pale IS statue; The feeling
became intense: many believed him
struck dumb before the august assembly;
many sighed and groaned aloud; many
eyes were diifused with tears, when the
hand of Massiilion was seen slowly raiS-
ing the little golden urn, his eyes fixed Ap-
on the King, as the hand was returned to
the sacred cushion, the loud and solemn
voice of Massillion was head in every
part of tie Cathedral! God alone IS
great" I" So | say to you, to-day, my
beloved hearers, there is no human great
ness. God alone is greatn" The sub
ject was the day of Judgement. I had
had heard it preached before many times,
but never as | heard it then. The i'm
mense congregation was held almost
breathless with the most beautiful,
sublime, and powerful sermon L
ever heard. lie spoke of the
final separation in the great day of iudg-
ment, ani fancied the angel of the Lord
locking the door that opened to the
bo'tomless pit, stepping upon the ram
parts, letting fall tie key into the abyss
below, and dropping the last tear over
lallen and condemned man. lie closed,
Il 60 to the land of my birth, to press
once more to my hart my aged mother
and drop tear on the grave of nv saint
ed father, farewell, farewell" And he
sank overpowered to his seat, while the .
whole congregation responded with SYM
pathizing tears.
Gen. Harrison had been inaugurated.
The dispatches for The British Govern
ment were signed by Mr.. Webster and
delivered to MIR. Cookman. He took
leave OF his friends at Washington, and
left for New York. As ihe started his
last words were, "May heaven bless you.
Mr. Smith; if ever | return you shall see
me in the West"
A few days afterwards there was seen
passing Governors Island the splendid
new steamer President" on her outward
trip to Liverpool with Mr.. Cookman.
Tyrone Powers, and list of other
distinguished passengers on board. The
Tying steamer had left the lighthouse
lar behind and moved gallantly on up the
open Atlantic, with prospects Of as speedy
and safe voyage as any vessel that ever
crossed the ocean. Night was coming
on. The clouds in the heavens pOrtendsd
storm. The winds blew and howled
dreadful hurricane. The ill-Gted vessel
was seen late in the evening, struggling
with iate-now lying in the trough of
the sea, now on the top of the mountain
wave, now upon her side, and again
plunging, as it were, into the abyss be-
low.
"Ihe storm was loud, the night was dark.
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed
The wind that tossed my laundering bark"
Morning came. The sun rose upon
an open sea. The President" with all
on board, had gone down, and was never
heard Of more. Thus perisbed, ere he
reached the meridian of life, one of the
eminent divines of cur country.