Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1872-08-26

Englands most gorgeous palaces:
II have enjoyed wealth, rank and
power. But if this were all I had, how
wretched I should be now.
Rock of ages cleft for me,
Let me hide myselfin Thee"
Visit in imagination the solitude of
Marshfeld, where Daniel Webster is dy-
ing with heart broken by disappoint-
ments and regrets. The silence of the
dying chamber is disturbed only by the
ticking of the clock, and the breaking of
the surf. upon the shore. 1t is midnight.
Listen to the last utterances Of that voice
to which nation has often lent its ear
in willing homage:
THE boast of heraldry, the pomp Of power
And all that beauty, all that wealth eer gave,
Await alike the inevitable hour
The paths of glory lead but to the grave"
The silence of the death chamber re-
mains unbroken,A when again that voice
is heard exclaiming in its most solemn
and fervid tones:
"Show pity, Lord, o Lord forgive,
Let repenting rebel live,
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not sinner trust in thee? ?"
Enter the mournful glooms which en-
velop the dying bed of Sir Walter Scott
His genius has won the admiration of
nearly all christendom. Now impover-
ished, disappointed in all his plans, par
alyzed, he is gasping in the death strug-
gle. He raises his imploring eyes to his
son Lockhart, who is standing by his
side, and says: 7rf
"My dear, dear son, be good man
be religious man; nothing else will
give you any comfort when you come to
lie here.
Edmund Burke has arrived at the
close of his wonderful career The di
plomacy of every cabinet in Europe has
been swayed by the energies of his gi
gantic mind. He has stood upon the
highest pinnacle of intellectual greatness
the admiration of an applauding world
With weary heart and pallid cheek hi
now stands upon the verge of the spiri
land, and looks back, and looks forward
Hear him:
"What shadows we are and what shad
ows we pursue | would not, in thi
hard season, give one peck of refus
wheat for all that is called fame and hon
or in this world"
Prince Talleyrand, one of the most re
nowned and successful of European states
men, having attained the age Of eighty
three years, is PROSTATE on dying bee
In scarcely legible lines he traces wit
pencil on paper the following as his dy
ing testimony:
Behold eighty-three years passe
away What cares, what agitation
what anxieties, what ill-will, what sa
complications And all without othe
result save great fatigue of body an
mind, and profound sentiment of di
couragement with regard to the futur
and disgust with regard to the past.
And now let US enter the death chan
Der of Edward Payson. He had devc
ed the energies of his life, as discip
of Jesus to winning souls to God TIL
he had been preparing for dying no,
and laying up treasures in heaven.
his sister he wrote:
''The celestial city is full in my vie
Its glories beam upon me, It's breez
fan me. Its odors are waited to me-
Its sounds strike upon my ear and
spirit is breathed into my heart T
sun of Righteousness has been gradual
drawing nearer and nearer, appearil
larger and brighter as he approache
and now he fills the whole hemisphe
pouring forth a flood of glory, in viii
| seem to float like an insect in the beal
of the sun.
o my sister, could you but know WI
awaits the christian, could you OF
know as much as l ow know, you co,
not refrain from rejoicing and even lie;
ing for JOY. And now, my dear, d
sister, farewell! Hold on your christ
course but few days longer, and J
will meet in heaven your happy and
fectionate brother"
Reader, you soon will be PROSTATE
on dying bed. Are you prepared
that hour? And what will be the te
mony you will leave behind you?