Carson daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1873-1877, 1875-05-30
BEAUTIFUL SERMON FOR
THIS SABBATH MORN.

Beecher delivered sermon which We
find reported rs follows in the New York
Herald of May % We present the same
as fitting sermon for this bright Sun
day morning when the last hours of May
are upon us ushering in the new June
and when, rs we of Carson have chosen
the time, our departed soldier-boys'
graves are going to be strewu with flow
ers:
last night there was n perceptible
increase in attendance at Plymouth pray
er meeting on last week. Before the
talk Mr. Beecher gave notice of the
death Of two of the church members
One an old man. between sixty and sew
euty, Mr.. Worth; the other, Miss Shep-
pard, young lady of nineteen. Mr.
Beecher's mood was very serious and his
whole discourse of death. Before com
uercing he gave ont hymn l, $50 and
said:-This hymn is always associated in
my mind with certain memory When
lived in Indianapolis. about forty years
ago. / was called to so to Jacksonville
and deliver an address. 1t was a long
journey. took my wife and child. and
We were gone two weeks. On returning
we had got within few miles of Indian
apolis. and were rs elate and merry rs
you can imagine, VIXEN We net one OF
nv elders riding out from the city. and
he stopped and said. Have You heard
the news?" NO." said l. '.Your
brother George has killed himself" 1
did not say ore word. nor did my wife.
no, did he say any more. rode along
thinking. Killed himself, "''Killed him
self" 1t was nearly an hour before l
got home. and then learned that the
accident occurred while he was shooting
birds in the garden. He had habit Of
blowing out the barrel after firing. and
the other barrel had caught in twig,
and the contents had entered his head,
killing him instantly. 1t was a great re-
lief when I learned that killing him
self" did not mean suicide. That eve
ming We sat around the piano and sang
this hymn among ourselves. Well.
years have passed since my brother
George entered into rest flor he was
holy many, and he sings higher songs.
but this hymn remains to me and is full
of associations. The hymn began as
follows:
What il life? lis blu. vapor,
Soon it yanishes away.
Life is but dying taper.
o. my soul, why wish to stsy?
Why not spread thy wings and ay
Straight to youder world of joy:
After this HYMN had been finished Mr..
Beecher began by saying--I recollecl
an article of DIR. Cheever's some years
ago. in which he intended to show the
difference of effect produced upon Us by
morning and evening light. He probably
had not become aware that the light it.
self was very different, yet although
there are physical reasons of difference,
there is good deal of truth in the idea
that We are impressed by morning and
evening differently. Nov the difference
between autumn and spring in the year
is worthy of some such like considera-
ton. hardly know how yen feel. but
the times of year most exquisite to NE
are June and October. 1t is not until
June in our Latitude tha. nature gets her
self fully ngoing. and it ia in October
that being begins TO cease. Trees are
clothed in colors. the grass grows slowly.
everything seems getting ready to stop.
and over it all there is respondent
heaven-balmy atmosphere. Il is the
way of dying. Trees are getting bald
and are packing up their buds till at last
some rain comes and takes all the leaves
and
The HORIZON Is ENLARGED But DAsEEs.
This is dying, looked at from one side.
When men die they shed off al that
which We are accustomed to see. There
is nothing now visible to us. Death
seems the winding up for man. Along
the road leading to my house in Peeks-
kill is u double row Of maple trees. There
is not a branch or twig that has not