Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1859-06-10
AN ELOQUENT CONTRAST.

arc HoN oSiSHthiS iaA5S ooNtchCts III
Great Britain, is the Rev. H. Grattan
Guinness, an independentelergyman.-
He recently preached discourse which
is now in print, entitled Pictures Of the
Present and Future from the words
found in Rev. xxi. 4: For the former
things are past away" OF bis style
some idea may be found in the following
extract:
q pass on to declare to you there
shall be no more deatl there. Here
ranges the destroyer, death his name,
armed cap-GPis, as they say, from head
to foot, with deadly weapons. He has ar
rows that can reach every heart. He car
ries with him plague, pestilence, famine,
sickness, fire, to slay and destroy. He
blasts the aged oak with fash of light
ming, and he tears down the little creep
er. Death spares none. Death kills or
takes away the life of all-mark that.
But there death shall be unbnown. WHY,
this world is world of deah-beds. You
do not hear them, many of you Many
of you do not go to see the dying, but we
do see many death-beds At no distant
part from you, on pallet fo1r inches from
the ground, lies one who is dying; his
cheek is pallid, his eyes gassy and his
hand tremulous. There, IN that little
cradle is a poor weak thing, breathing
out its last gasp. There, n that ham,
mock on the distant wave, il one who Is
yielding up his soul to God. There, in
that grand palace, amid these curtains
and carpets-tread softly-you see one
who was once strong, who now is weak
once mighty, now helpless. Here lies
one, parent; the icy hand of death i.
upon him. There HES another death
lays his bony fingers upon her heart.
strings. It is world of funerals, too
everywhere, from that white coffin GOV,
cred with a white pail, borne by pale
mourners, to that black one covered with
black pail, carried to the dark tomb
60 round the world, you viii find funer.
ais everywhere.
just look at the vessel floating ovei
the calm sea the wini rises and sh,
steals her way along. Look at the sol
emn scene on deck. They are reading
do you hear the hushed murmur of pray
er? There, on that grating, sown up il
his hammock, lies one who was once alive
Now the burial service is over; the bod,
is thrown out; there is splash in tn,
water, aud the vessel wings her way lik,
thing of life over the billows. She j
gone, and where is the dead The worl,
is vast graveyard, for in it lie the bone
of all. From the dust of Adam, lon,
since scattered to the winds, to the dus
Of the last saint or sinner who has Jus
expired-from the bleeding bones Of tb
martyrs that lie in the caves aud cavern
of Piedmontiese, to the skulls of thos
who have mouldered in the vast pyramid
of Egypt, to the body of him that lies i
the last made graye-from the mound c
grass to the mosque of gold But in tina
world death shall be unknown. Tran:
pOrtyourself thither look up, look around
Who are these about you? Living be
ings. Shall they ever die? No. Fade
No. Wither? No. Who is that VIII
has wiped away the trace of the last tea
from the last saint2 That is Jesus, tn
Prince of Life. And, mark you, Fl
giveth to them the gift Of iiie for all thes
sorrows, these changes these labors, the.
sins, these death-scenes are passed ava.
among the former things, which sha
be but remembered"
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