Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1881-09-29

preparing to die, is hanging his crown
upon the willow tree and soon it viii
drop, to be picked up and handed down
5 to coming seasons for other brows t.
wear. And so, as we go, others take
our place. We will live our life o.
preaching, having, doctoring, selling
saving and planning, then others take
our place to have their day of preach
ing, having, doctoring, selling, saving
and planning. And we must not envy
them as we fade away. Autumn does
not envy Spring; Winter does not envy
Summer. Let others come and take
our places the great and good must
die. We say this one or that one must
not die. Time will be fairly out of
joint and it will shock continent, but
| by and by he fades as the leaf. Then
| the end comes. He is mourned, he is
lamented. We weep over his memory :;
the heart grows sick that the great, the
noble and the true must leave US and
be supplanted so soon, but God has so
arranged that when we fall we fall 80
like the leaf, so gently. that the shock
is averted, though the worthy are re-
membered, tearfully remembered, ever
remembered, as the years are passingby
We notice again, that as the leaf we
fade and drop in one common burial
place with the unenumerated hosts of
others. Plume after plume are the
hillsides plucking to-day, and away in
the vale, to deck the rivulets and de-
corate the caverns, to soften the lair of
the wild beast, and to fill the eagles
eyrie. Brussels from the loom of Gvd
will now carpet the forest aisles, and
then the fires will spread the embers of
the dead leaves beneath the funeral
pyre, while the incense of Natures Oh
sequy will rise up from this vast cathe-
dral of Natures God to the worship of
the mighty. But they all die in con-
cert they all lie together. So with US. |
Many thousands go with us as the |
clock strikes the hour of our departure.
The tramp OF the feet that take us to
our burial will keep step with hundreds
of professions going on the same sad
errand. One hundred and fifty-three
thousand of the dead are dwelling in
tombs. From fifty to one
hundred lie down to rest there every
day. Numbers of ether cemeteries at
the metropolis have as many more.
What great cities are those cities of the
dead! We speak of London, Paris,
Pekin and Jeddo. These are net the
great cities of the earth. They are but
retreats compared with the
lily of the dead. This great city has
arger populace, greater men, longer
streets, thicker darkness, brighter
lights, than all other cities of the globe
out together. Millions upon millions,
billions upon billions, numbers greater 8
han the blades of grass multiplied by I
he fading leaves, multiplied by the I
lrops of Niagara, greater than all this !
ggregate is the population of the city
# the great King Death. 0, city !
# rich men, @, city of paupers, +
lwelling place of Caesars, home of the +
martyrs, how silent thy voices, how !,
till thy hoofs, how motionless thy
wheels Where is thy clash of saber, :
by shifting hammer, thy flying loom ? f
Why of all thy million hands none are o
fitted? Why from all those million
yes no sparkle? Why from all those +
million hearts not one pulsation ? !,
fallen, and faded as the leaf!"
But we notice that the leaf departs v
With cast uariety Of appearances. So Il
o ue. Some trees lose all the beauty r
foliage with the first touch of frost. q
me blast of the north wind and they h
re scattered everywhither, withered, b
aged, uncomely, waiting their burial a
4 the mire. The setting sun may q
arow it's golden splendor, but no beauty g
reflected from those leaves. They A
re touched with the black death and a.
re thoroughly dead. Who cares to fo
Judy them, whose vase will have them, tt