Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1880-04-02
Charles Dickens Religion.


Dickens preached-not in church
nor from q pulpit, but gospel which
the people understood. the gospel of
kindness, sympathy-in q word, hu-
manity. His creed may be found in
the beautiful extracts on the subject of
death:
Even when golden hair lay in halo.
on pillow, round the worn face of
little boy, he said with radiant smile:
I" Dear papa and mamma, am very
sorry to leave my pretty sister, but 1
am called and I must 60" Thus the
rustling of an angels wing got blended
with the other echoes and had in them
the breath of Heaven.- Tale of Two
Cities, book q, chapter 81.
The dying look made no answer, l
shall soon be there. He spoke of
beautiful gardens stretched out before
him, and which were filed with figures
of men, and many children, all with
light upon their faces, then whispered
that it was Eden. and SO died. Nicho-
las Nickleby, chapter 81.
" Its turned very dark, sir. Is there
any light a'coming?" The cart is shaken
all to pieces, and the rugged road is
very near its end. I'm q gropin'-a
gropin'-let me catch hold of your
hand. Hallowed be Thy name.'"
Dead my lords and gentlemen.
Dead men and women, born with
heavenly compassion in your hearts.
And dying thus around us overy day.
i Bleak House. chapter 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, chapter G5.
''If this is sleep, sit by me while 1
sleep. Turn me to you, for your face
is going far off and 1 want it to be
near" And she died like child that
had gone to Sleep David Copper6eld,
chapter 9.
Don't cry. Is my chair there in its
of pity and grief that would appeal to
me, that solemn hand appraised toward
Heaven 1t is over Ibid. chapter
SO.
One new mound was there which had
not been there last night. Time, bur-
rowing like mole below the ground,
had marked his track by throwing up
another heap of earth Martin Chuz-
zlewit, chapter -.
She was dead. No sleep so beautiful
ami calm. SO free from trace of pain,
so fair to look upon. She seemed a
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, chapter II.
The hand soon stopped in the midst
of them, the light that had always
been feeble and dim behind the weak
Transparency went out Hard Times,
chapter 8.
For a moment the closed eyelids
trembled, and the feintest shadow of a
smile was seen. Thus clinging to a
slight spar within her arms, the mother
drifted out upon the dark and unknown
sea that rolls round all the world
Dombey & Son, vol. /, chap. l..
Its very near the sea; hear the
waves The light about the head is
ohALAh6 VII hAS 40 ~ AAo OAaS oAN
fashion that came in with our gar
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 Immortality and look
upon us, angels of young children,
when the swift river bears us to the
ocean. - Ibid, chapter II.
In this round world OF many circles
within circles do we make 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. Ibid, chapter 81.
A cricket sings upon the hearth; a
broken child's toy lies upon the ground
and nothing else remains.- Cricket on
the Hearth. chapter 3.
am goin to Heaven, the sunset is
very near y and the child who went to
Heaven rose in the golden air and van
ished.-[The Child's Story.