Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1874-02-21
A Vision Of Death.

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cannot tell, but this | know saw
the dark and dismal door of Death.
1t was narrow as the grave, and only
one could enter at time, and tread
its winding steep. Yet thousands
passed the door. At its threshold
all left their earthly idols.--some
cast a wistful look as they pushed
forward, and sbrieked. Some linger-
ed trembling and some rushed far
word regardless of consequences.
There were seen all ages, all ranks
and all conditions passing toward the
door.
| Isaw the drunkard luatl his bowl
of poison, burst open the door Of death,
and stagger in. l heard a groan,
fall, q hollow, dismal sound, and all
was silent as the tomb.
Next came voluptuary. lie
laughed, he danced, and leaped the
fearful leap. The door closed upon
him. | heard trembling cry. Spec
tators shuddcred and turned their
eyes away and nothing more was seen.
A selfish miser came. His head
was white with care. His look was
fearful with dispuir. Envy was his
only attendant. He staggered to the
door, laid down his gold, and wept.
A dismal cloud enveloped him. A
laugh was heard; and when the
cloud was gone, gold, miscr-all had
disappeared.
There came Il man Of honor. His
step was stately. At his nod many
bowed and lrowned He, too, must
pass the gate. lie touched the sacred
spring. Tho door flew wide open
Darkness enveloped him. The muI-
titude shrank back to follow somo
other leader. And uov nothing Was
seen save few dried leaves Of lau.
rel.
There came y giddy youth. His
eve Vas sparkling, his step was light.
Many a jocund story hung upon his
lips. .-Whilo looking on he ran back
ward. against the door, and fell. |
heard pitoous l1oan, u distant
shrek, and silence reisnod again,
| saw one other come. Hope sat
on hi, brow. lie smiled and wcpt:
but looking forward he traced the
path. In his hand he held little
book, which he often read. | saw he
had glass that penetrated the dark
abyss. | heard him sing. Twas not
a song O. earth, but soft and sweet
like Tie sounds Of distant music, -
h passed the door Of death; and, like
the sun, passed down to rise more
glorious on tho morrow.
Dear reader, how Will it be with
you? Were YOU dying to-day, would
death open the door of endless bliss
in heaven or everlasting Woe III hell?
The crusade against the liquor deal
ers in Ohio continues to be kept up
with undated zeal, and new singing
and praying bands are reported to be
in process Of organization. Some Of
the saloon keepers are getting restiye
and obStreperous, and one has been
arrested for assaulting his beseigers
with poker. The agitation is extend
ing also to New York. At the pretty
town of Watkins, on Seneca Lake, and
famous for having the romantic
"Watkins Glenn within its corporate
limits, the women have assembled en-
masSe and requested Of the druggists,
hotel and saloon keepers that the sale
of liquor shall cease.
nsl- HIGHWAY Robbers and bur.
glars are having q lively time at the
West. Early on Friday morning
the agent Of Adams Express Com
panv, on the Atlantic and Pacific
Railroad, was, as he alleges, knocked
down and gagged as he was returning
from his office by robbers, who took
his keys from him, entered his office
and ritlcd the safe of over three
thousand dollars.
A Detroit female of just twenty five
was married to her fifth husband late
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