Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1873-04-24

as they did upon the occasion Of tho
burial Of little George. Eckert. The
breaking to pieces Of tie Atlantic upon
the rocks Of Nova Scotia, and that har-
vest Of death reaped by those remorsc-
less pillows; tho destruction Of San Sal
vador by mighty uphca:nl Of its
foundations and the swallowin: up Of
its inhabitants,by hundreds; the sudden
death Of travellers by the demolition Of
an entire train Of rs;-the tidings Of
all these calan,itics reach our ears and
hearts, and impress us with feeling OF
sadness, and We turn from their recital
to ponder and soon to forget, while an
event ike the sudden death OF little
George. attended -bv 10 circumstances.
Of any public consequence, and scarce
ly reachiny-cxccpt through sympathy
beyond the circle Of the bereavcd
family cxcitcs most profound feeling.
Let US roe why this is. Death is the
same everywhere. Never welcome,
always terrible. We never hear Of bis
carnival without . shudder, and so far
as numbers are concerned, they do not
increase tho terror Of bic reign. He
comes il oil his awfalness 70 each iodi-
vidual. Every one Of ~ must some-
time accept him-how.ver uuveloome
-as our gu st. There is, then, moth
ing in the character in which death
comes to US which excites such: univer-
sal sympathy. He is always and
everywhere grim and terrible. Some
one has said. When 4 good man
dies, tho people mourn" Here is the
secret. Men admire that which il noble
in human life. The best feelings Of our
nature are always in sympathy with that
which is upright and true and pure. The
life Of little George has been an illus.
tration Of al these qualities, and as
We love them, We loved him, because
he was . medium through which We
had accustomed ourselves to see them in
their rarest beauty. The vase in
which bloomed these rare flowers of
human life, is broken. In vain do We
strive to transplant the tender roots
thus left without q setting. We can
only gather up few. Of the buds and
inha!o a little ofths perfume. These
qualities are common to humanity, and
VIC meet with their daily ex empliRca-
ton, but they are also individual, and
it is thus that No realize and most ad-
miro them. We are not born with any
essential good, dominating in our
natures. Whatever there is in, our
lives that is right, is the result of in
tluences, and, among the many Of these,
we are inclined to place the Sabbath
School, next in the scale above the fam
lily circle. In that school, little George
made the character which is to-day the
admiration Of the whole community,
and it is CHARACTER that men admire.
Go through the worlds history, and
you will find no public demonstration
of sympathy at the loss Of any man,
great, merely. through bis position and
power. If with unsurpassed opportu
mites he accomplishes no more for his
race than another whose days have been
spent in dungeon, his taking-off will
furnish an occasion for an expression
Of public contempt, rather than Of
kindly feeling aud sympathy: The
converse of this is true, and little
George Eckert will be sincerely mourn
ed long after the subjects Of Napoleon
III will have forgotten everything but
the follies and crimes of that notable
burlesque npon a great name. Oh
for the simplicity and truthfuiness Of
the child life. In the conflict of later
years how sweet the recollection of
those earlier days.
backward turn backward!
o, time in your flight;
Make mo . child again,
:. Just for tonight"