Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1875-11-28
THE sENTINELS SUNDAY SER
MON.

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sleep, and then w die. The present
alone is ours, the past a dream, the flu
lure all unfatliomable. On the brink
of time stands man, eating bis way by
moments, plodding unconscious of the
waste within, the wear and tear of that
exquisite machine, the human body.
Proud of the intellectual and physical
achievements of the past. glorying in
the conscious strength of the present,
boastful of the finite power which God
has given him, yet oft forgetful of the
source whence it sprung, man lives his
little span, grubblng, delving, spin
ming, toiling like the ant, a larger ant,
less wise, withal, and grateful. As he
stands in his matchless symmetry and
strength, peering through the Godlike
light of reason into the unfathomable
abyss of space, putting a girdle round
about the earth, and digging deep into
its bowels, thinking, dreaming, pray
ing, cursing, he knows not what a mo-
ment ma bring forth, or when, in the
decree of an all wise Providence, his lit
tie lamp will cease to shine on earth.
Man tor the future can but reason
from the past. In a hundred years he
has seen or heard of many changes OH
this wondrous globe he calls his home.
Grea' souls have come and gone; great
souls will come again; intellect has
quicked the means of locomotion, less
ened the Adamite curse OF toll; intellect
will do so still. So he reasons, SO his
logic rests upon the past. One hun
dred years ago the world travelled in
numbering coaches, sailed the sea in
slow going ships; to-day the iron
horse goes tearing through the
land, and steamers bridge the
widest oceans. Months have changed
to weeks, and weeks to hours. One
hundred years ago the traveller be-
tween New York and the Illinois
wilds would have made up his mind
to a three weeks trip in numbering
wagons, sleepy ferries, and uncorn
Portable stages. In the year of grace,
1875. two days and one night, passed
in ease and comfort, seq him safe at
his journeys end. When his Majesty's
troops sailed from tho shores of Eng
land to give these c~olonists a lesson,
they were fortunate enough If three
weeks tossing on the broad Atlantic
brought them within sight of New
foundland. To-day an eight day pas
sage is a matter of course. Without
multiplying illustrations, it is not in
the least degree unnatural that the
man OF the hour, peering into the
mists of dim futurity, should see in
its dark and unfathomable depths
still greater strides toward that goal
which his imagination pictures as the
ultima thule of inventive perfection.
Electricity has added its spark to crea-
tive immortality. What may not cleo
tricity bring forth? What motors fill
the womb of pregnant time? Do we
see, in the fragile air ship of to-day,
the engine that is to watt our posterity
with unthought-of speed from CONT
mont to continent !? Are the worlds TO
draw together ere the end, and men
to stride the air, and guide their banks
through space? Shall tunnels bridge
the seas and team 20 down before
. higher force? Who knows what it
is to be 2 Already whisperings fill the
air with %wondrous motors; the busy
brains of men are at work. "Across
the ocean in fifty hours;" SO reads the
latest tale-a liIe-boat raised by gas,
and sailed by steam.
A hundred years hence! Who that
is born to day shall live to see it, and
and what, if he do live, shall he SEGA
daily balloon to London, an afternoon
trip to Washington? Will the docks
now schoing to the hiss of steam he
filled by strange, unearthly shapes,
with wings and fans and gaudy bags of
CAST Will freight trains, drawn by
noisslsss power, pass swiftly meath the
sea, and parcels dart like lightning
round the worldf Stranger things
than these have happened in . hun
dred years, and some may live to see
still greater wonders. And yet we can
not change the face of nature. Man is
the same to-day he was a hundred
years ago; more restless, nervous,
ambitious, but unchanged in feeling,
passion, thought. He was made in
the image OF his Maker; and however
he may darken and obliterate that i'm
age. so shall he remain, and the sea
shall change not, neither the dry land.
1t least 10 outward and unlettered
sense, and the heavens shall tell OF the
glory Of God till the inevitable hour,
when all created things shall pass way
iike = scroll, and the soul Of mar have
learned the truth Of ev erlasting veal
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