The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1878-11-14

There is nothing more entertaining and impTes
sive than skiliul magiclantern when the room
Is darkened and the picture Is thrown on the can
vas / close with two exhibitions magic lan-
terms Of the police and OF the home, and throw on
the walls the nightscene of Christian mother
putting her little ones to bed. She 10 trying 10
hush the frisky and giggling group for their eve
ming prayer Their head against the figured can
Opy, their crooked tongue unable TO make intelli
gible 10 any one else the petition, i pray the
Lord my soul TO keep" then laid In the snug nest
covered to the chin, with warm good night kiss
they are left 10 the guardian spirits that all night
long canopy with wings the trundle bed.
Now throw on the wall picture from the po'
lice lantern. boy kenneled for the night un.
der a stairway of hall through which the wind
sweeps or on the cold ground OF the cellar. He
hC no parentaRe, but was kicked Into the world
by some merciless ineognao NO one puts him to
bed-he has no bed. His cold fingers thrust thro
his tumbled hair his only pillow. He did not sup
he will not breakfast; an Outcast, waif q raRa
muffin. Poor boy; when he laid down to sleep he
said prayer, for he nev,r knew the name OF
God and Christ except as son ething TO swear by,
The wings that hover over him aredampand bat
like, the wings OF neglect and penury and want
Again, l throw the magic lantern Of the home
on the canvas and see that Christian daughter
has just died. Carriages roll up to the door In
sympathy; flowers in crosses aud anchors and
crowns cover the Casket, and the silver plate
says, Aged eighteen" Funeral service intoned
amid groups OF the shawled and gold. braCeleted.
Long procession to beautiful family plat in un.
paralleled Greenwood where sculptor will set up
monument Of Furnished Aberdeen, with cpl
taph, "She is not dead but sleepeth."
Look upon the canvas, and see that wall of
the street has just expired Did she have any
doctOr2 No. Did she have any mediCine2 No
Any one to prepare delicate food in hours Of poor
appetizer No. Any one 10 close her eyes and
fold her hands for the last slumber? No. Are
there no decent garments In which to wrap her
In the tOmb2 No. These worn out shoes are not
fit to put on h-r feet for this last journey. Where
are the good Chrlstians2 They are rocking
Chaired in their loose morning gowns, In tears
over Bulwer Lyttons account Of the Last Days of
Pompeii, or they are kneeilng on SOL rug IN
church praying for the fOrloTn HOttent0ts BIT
she must be buried. Call In the Coroner, call In
the Commissioner Of Charities, The carpenter
unrOlls his measuring tape and decides she needs
box five feet and two inches long Two men
will lift her in the box and drive the wagon to the
POtter's Field. The excavation Is not wide
enough for The box, but the men are In hurry
and one fthem stands on the lid and stamps 1t
down to Its place In the ground. Stop till some
city missionary can come and read chapter or
say ashes to ashes dust TO dust. mo-" answer the
men Of the spade 1--WE have two more Of the same
slrt to bury before noon" But how shall we get
the grave filled upi Christ suggests a way.
think 1t had better be filed up with stones. Let
all those who are without siu come aud cast
stone at her until the excavation is filled. Now
throw the shOvels in the wagons aud be of. But
after they are gone see one stepping toward the
pile of stones. He walks slowly rs II His feet
hurt, and coming TO the place, He stands watch
ing all that day and all that night l find 1t ia
the Christ of Mary Magdalen. l think there must
have been dying prayer and repenting tears,
and that around this place there may ut last be
more pOmp of resurrection than when Queen
Elizabeth gets up from the mausoleum in West
minister Abbey. But lest you weary, shut the
two lanterns.