The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1873-02-12

a DlSCOURSE On OEAGu'-4uo 10
mains OF tho wife ofHorsco White, editor
Of the Chicago Tribune, who died a
Wurzburg, Germany, some weeks since,
reached Chicago and were buried Friday.
A discourse was delivered by Rev. Robert
Laird Collier in which occur many beau.
tlful and touching reflections concerning
that most solemn OF all subjects, death,
and the peculiar sadness of this ladY's
death, separated by thousands OF miles
from her husband. The following OK
tracts may be worth reading:
1--WE must be still. We must bow be-
fore the inevitable. 1t is hard. Oh !!
very hard. 1t is burying ones soul, heart,
life, away from him, and then attempting
10 live with what is lefI-and that is just
nothing, as it seems.
"That the stricken man should not have
been there to have breathed into his life
her last breath and caught some inspira-
ton Of the wisdom Of aspirit on the boun.
diaries of the eternal world, seems beyon d
measure hard, but God knows best The
ouly consolation is the assurance Of
reunion, end the eternal abiding in the
Spirit land, beyond the powers ofsiCkness,
separations, and death, And this assu-
rance is not TO be strengthened by many
words-as It cannot be weakened by the
silence ofscience or the denials OF philos-
ophy. II is the original suggestion OF the
soul TO itsclC-it is the promise Of the
eternal hid away sacredly 10 each human
heart TO sustain and console in time Its
not a foreglCam-but rather the Reelection
of the immortal thrown back into the life
OF the mortal. And Christ-he who was
so like God that men in their spiritual en-
thusissm mistook him for God, revealed
the eternal and immortal In his earthly
and mortal life-contirmiDg not by Hrgu-
ment, but by spirit, that which is deepest
and truest In our commonwealth
though we die We shall live again.
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Notwithstanding oil the great light
and sweet hope thrown upon death, and
that which Is beyond, by our spiritual in
buttons and the afllrmations Of religion,
death itself Is always surprise, a disap-
pointment, q mystery, freightGd with grief
for some heart or hearts. "a. a
"Whether death comes to thevery old
or very young, some soul tull Of love for
the subject oft will feel bis coming to be
crucl,--and true 1t Is, death is always
cruel, always an enemy lsay no light
OF faith, no hope Of the heart, can make
this occasion other than an expression OF
blightGd expectations, thwarted plans,
half finished work. And TO one poor
stricken heart It will ever remain like tho
reading OF bGwitching Nll.absorbing tale
as OF a fairy TING, a story Of love, OF rest,
Of two hearts which by some divine mag.
ic, had been made one,-in essence one,
the leaf turned down in tho middle Of the
story, and the book lost f; the thread Of the
discourse interrupted, ali that was open.
ing up TO contamination yelled in obscur.
ity, and the fullness Of life promised never
experienced. To one heart, this death Is
passing instantly from atlluence to starva.
iion. The sun has gone down never TO
rise; the light has gone out never TO be
rekindled ; the music Is hushed, and the
singers are dead. Tho earth will be tho
more holy when this sacred dust shall
mingle with 1t, and this lonely friend Of
mine will tread Its paths with unsandsled
footsteps"