The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1879-06-05
CHARLES DICKENS, CREED.
I.,. nellElon she H-Iszlon OF wide a,


Iais Religion the EeIision OF wide Ha-
Dickens preached not in church nor
from 8 pulpit, but 8 gospel which the
people understood-the gospel of kind
ness, sympathy; IN 8 word, humanity.
His creed may be found in the following
beautiful extracts on the subject OF
death:
Even when golden hair lay In halo
on q pillow, round the worn face of a
little boy, he said with a radiant smile {:
Dear papa and mamma, / am very
sorry to leave you both and to leave my
pretty sister, but l am called and / must
GO Thus the rustling of an angels
wings got blended with the other echoes
and had in them the breath of heaven"
II Tale of Two Cities, book 2, chap. q
. There is no time there, and no trous
BILE there. The spare hand does not
tremble; nothing worse than a sweet,
bright constsncy is in her face. She
goes next before him-ia gone. - Ibid,
book 8, chap. 8.
Z" The dying boy made answer, I
shall soon be there He spoke of beau
tiful gardens stretched out before him,
that were filed with figures of men, and
many children, all with light upon their
faces; then whispered that it was
Eden and so ed."-[ Nicholas Nickle-
by, chap 5S.
It's turned very dark, sir. Is there
any light coming? The cart is shaken
all to pieces, and the rugged Tosd is
very near its end. Pm q gropin'-a
groPin'-let me catch hold of your
hand. HalloWed be Thy name
" Dead my lords and gentlemen.
Il,
heavenly compassion in your hearts.
And, dying thus around us, every day !"
II Bleak House, chap AZ.
/" He slowly laid his face down upon
her bosom, drew his arm closer around
her neck, and with one parting sob be-
gan the world. Not this world, Oh, not
this The world that sets this right
Ibid, chap. 60.
If this is sleep, sit by me while I
sleep. Turn me to you, for your face is
going far of, and want it to be near.
And she died like child that had gone
to sleep. "-G David Copperfeld, chap. 9.
Time, and the world were slipping
from beneath him. He's gone out with
the tide. And it being low
water ne went out with the tide. - Ibid
chap. 80.
"'Don't cryl Is my chair there In
its cid place p That face, SO
full OF pity and grief, that would appeal
to me, that solemn hand, appraised to-
ward hesyenl 1t is over."- Ibid, chap
50.
"One new mound was there, which
had not been there last night. Time
burrowing like a mole below the ground
had marked his track by throwing uI
another heap of earth. p Martin Chuz-
Hewitt, chap. 10.
" She was dead. No sleep 30 beautiful
and calm, so free from trace of pain, sc
fair to look upon. She seemed creature
fresh from the hand of God and waiting
| for the breath OF life, not one who had
lived and suffered death. She was past
all help or need of it. We will not wake
her, Old Curiosity Shop, chap. II.
=" The hand soon stopped in the midst
of them; the light that has always been
| feeble and dim behind the weak trans.
parency went out" - Hard Times
chap 9.
For 8 moment the closed eyelids
trembled, and the fsintest shadow of 8
smile was seen. Thus, clinging to that
slight spar within her arms, the mother
drifted out upon the dark and unknown
sea that rolls round all the world. p
[Dombey and Son, vol 1, chap. 1.
It's very near the sea I hear the
waves. The light about the head is
shining on me as 1 COP The old, old
fashion, that came in with our first gare
ments and will last unchanged until
our race has run its course, and the wide
armament is rolled up like a scroll
Oh thank God for that older fashion
yet, of immertality And look upon us,
angels of young children, when the swift
river bears US TO the ocean. - Ibid,
chap. II.
q In this round world of many circles
within circles, do we make a weary
journey from the high grade to the low
to find at last that they lie close to-
gether, that the two extremes touch,
and that our journeys end is but our
starting place 2''-T Ibid, chap. "a.
A cricket sings upon the hearth a
broken child's toy lies upon the ground,
and nothing else remains."- Cricket
on the Hearth, chap. 8
l am going to Heavenl The sunset
is very near and the child who went to
Heaven rose into the golden air and
vanished The ChiId5s Ctor