Daily Republican., 1879-10-11
earth and heaven fled away, and there
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was no place for them.
And saw the dead small and great,
stand before God, and the books were
opened, and another book, which is
the book of life, and the dead were
Judged out of those things which were
written in the books, according to their
works."
Mr.. Cookman was more affected when
he gave out his text, than had ever
seen himbefore. He several times passed
his handkerchief over his eyes before
he began. The first sentences are fresh
in my recollection -
"Whsn Massillon, one Of the greatest
divinss that France ever knew, wai
called to preach the funeral sermon o.
the departed King, in the Cathedral, al
Paris, before the reigning King, the
royal family, the chambers, and the
grandees Of France, he took with him
to the sacred desk little golden urn,
containing lock of hair Of the late
King. The immense congregation was
seated, and the silence of death reign
ed. Massillon arose, held the little urr
in his fingers, his hand resting upon thu
sacred cushion. All eyes were intent
ly fixed upon him. Moments, minutes
passed, Massillon stood motionless
pale as a statue, the feeling became in
tense many believed he was struck
dumb before the august assembly
many sighed and groaned aloud many
ewes were diffused with tears, when thu
hand OF Masillon was seen slowly rails
ing the little golden urn, his eyes tixec
upon the King.
As the hand was returned to the sa
cred cushion, the solemn voice OF Mas
sillon was heard in every part OF tn
cathedral, "God alone is great !" 81
say to you to-day, my beloved hear
ers, there is no human greatness
"God alone is great !" The subjec
was the day of judgment. l ha'
heard it preached many times, bu
never as | heard it then. The i'm
mense congregation was held almos
breathless with the most beautiful
sublime and powerful sermon. eve
heard. He spoke of the final separa
tion in the great day of judgment ant
fancied theiLord locking the door tha
opened to the bottomless pit, stepping
upon the ramparts, letting fall the ke.
into the abyss below, and dropping
the last tear over fallen and condemn
ed men. He closed, II go to the LAM
of my birth to press once more to m.
heart my aged mother, and drop tea
ON the grave of my sainted father
Farewell, farewell" And he sanl
overpowered to his seat, while tn
whole congregation responded will
sympathizing tears.
General Harrison had been inaugu
rated. The dispatches for the Britisl
Government were signed by Mr.. Web
ster and delivered to Mr.. Cookman
He took leave of his friends at Wash
ington and left for New York. As "
parted his last words were "Ma.
heaven bless you, Mr.. Smith. If eve
| return you shall see me in the West.
A few days afterwards there was seel
passing Governors Island the splendi
new steamer "President," on her out
ward trip to Liverpool, with Mr.. Cook
man, Tyrone Power, and long list
other distinguished passengerson board
The flying steamer had left the light
house far behind and moved gallant.
on up the Atlantic with as fair pros
poets of speedy and safe a voyage a
any vessel that ever crossed the ocean
Night was coming on. The clouds il
the heavens portended storm. Tn
winds blew and howled q dreadful hur
ricane. The ill-fated vessel was seel
late in the evening, struggling will
fate-now lying in the trough of tn
sea, now on the mountain wave, nov
upon her side and again plunging, a
it were, into the abyss below,
.sThe storm was loud, the night was dark,
The ocean yawned, and rudely bl0wed
The wind that tossed my laundering bark"
Morning came. The sun arose O.
an open sea. The "President, with al
on board, had gone down, and wa
never head Of more. Thus perishe
before he reached the meridian Of lif
one of the most eminent diyines of on
country.