The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1875-06-17
great ocean which bears ships on to
d;stants norfs while that of the moth

distants ports, while that of the moth
er is the incense which its Offering lifts
itself up to God or to the hands of
Him who said-"Suffer little children
to come unto me"-and we all are but
children in the vestibule of time.
When next we visited the home of
those who were in sadness the house
was quite. Resting in casket was
the body which had belonged to him
who had left father and mother to en-
ter upon the work of life in the Land
Of the Leal. Dressed for the grave,
the face of the boy was beautiful. 1t
gave no sign of pain, but seemed like
the face of one taking sweetest rest.
The tenant had left the house he had
occupied in good order. There were
on it no marks OF dissipation, no lines
Of care, no burrows ploughed by grief.
The occupant of these premises had
gone. The house he had occupied
must be moved back from the road to
make room and give place for others.
So the body in which the spirit had
dwelt after its birth was taken to an
other and distant State for inter-
ment, cared for by those who mourned
and who wept as they stood by the
upturned face.
But the tenant of that house has
gone on, escaping the trials and the
temptations that so beset the lives of
all. The junior on earth will be the
senior in Heaven. His hands will
reach out to help, and his eyes and
voice will in good time welcome to
the great life those who now mourn.
Those are not lost whe 60 before us
to fit up and prepare homes in the fu-
ture,
1t is not the body that is born and
brought forth that we should mourn
for, any more than for the house which
comes to be too small, and which is
moved out of. We had rather our
dearest-loved child should 60 home
when young than live to have its spirit
marred, Scared, gnarled and broken
by contact with crime and following
that long line of suffering inflicted by
the selfish or the evil-minded. Death
is but a process of transplanting. The
grave is but the doorway that opens
to the work and the reward there is
in the future for all who ale not afraid
of death and who dare trust in the
love, wisdom and promises of Him
who is our Father.
AS the lines Of fire OH the hill-sides
point the way to the skies, SO do
graves and mourDers point to future
of work that will not weary, of a rest
that will be happiness. Not for the
world would we bring back those who
have escaped from the heat Of the bat
tie. We think those who first taught
men to fear death indeed wicked. We
want no one to mourn when We leave
the office for beautiful home-when
we leave the workshop for the parlor
which will be filled with such furni-
ture as we shall have placed therein.
We mourn not for those who have
been promoted, but we try to honor
their memory and to wsrk our way
nearer to them by following their
good examples.
In the house in which this chapter is
written are those who are asleep. In
the morning we shall meet them and
all will be happy and joyous. So it's
not we'll that we weep by their bed
sides till the morn shall come, placing
no faith in the promises of God, there
fore we write till our say be said and
our work be done. Then we will
seek our couch and sink to rest think
ing of the good we can do, and of the
one. we can make happy before comes
another Saturday Night.-"BRICK'
POMEROY.