Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1858-05-19

! Mr.. Goodman was more affected when
he gave us the text, than had ever seen
him before. lie several times passed his
handkerchief over his eyes before hc be-
gan. The first sentences are fresh in my
recollection
"When Massilon, one o. the greatest
divines that France ever knew, was called
to preach the funeral sermon of the de-
parted King, in the Cathedral at Paris, be-
fore the reigning King, the royal family
! the Chambers and the grandees of France
/ he took with him to the sacred desk q lit.
tie golden urn, containing lock of hair
of the late King. The immense congre-
cation was seated, and the silence of death
reigned. Massilon arose, held the little
urn in his fingers, his hand resting upon
the sacred cushion. All eyes were in
tently fixed upon the King. AS his hand
wss returned to the sacred cushion, the
loud and solemn voice of Massllon was
heard in every part Of the cathedral, GOD
alone is great ? So ] say to you, to day, my
beloved hearers, there is no human great
ness, God alone is greet ?"
The subject was the Day of Judgment.
had heard it preached before many times,
but never as heard it then. The immense
congregation was held almost brcathless
with the most beautiful, sublime and pow
eriul sermon ever heard. lie spoke of
the final separation in the great day of
Judgment and fancied the anger of the
Lord locking the door that opened to the
bottomless pit, stepping upon the ram
parts, letting fall the key into the abyss
below, and dropping the last tear over the
fallen and condemned man. lie closed
Il 60 to the land of my birth, to press
once more to my heart my aged mother,
and drop tear on the grave of my saint
ed father. farewell, farewell"
And he sank oyerpowered to his seat,
while the whole congregation responded
with sympathising tears.
General Harrison had been inaugurated.
The dispatches for the British govern
ment were signed by Mr.. Webster and de,
livered to Mr.. Cookman. He took leave
of his friends at Washington, and left for
New York. As we parted 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.. Goodman, Tyrone
Power, and long list of other distinguish
ed passengers on board The flying stea-
mer had1eft the lighthouse far behind,
and moved CALAMITY on the open Atlantic,
with the prospect of as speedy and as safe
voyage as any vessel that ever crossed
the ocean. Night was approaching. The
clouds in the heaven portended a storm.
The winds blew and howled dreadful
hurricane The ill-fated vessel was seen
late in the evening, struggling fate
now lying in the trough o! the sea, now on
the top of the wave, now upon her side,
and again as it were plungng into the
abyss below
"The 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 on an
open sea. The president" with all on
board had gone down and was never heard
of more. Thus perished, ere he reached
the meredian of life, one Of the eminent
divines of our country.