The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1881-05-10
In MEMORIAM.

Tho Late Rev. william nOrley PnnShon.
Editors IntellEenCOr.
Rev. William Morley Punshon, l. l.. D.,
Wesleyan minister, who died recently In
London in the ffty.sixth year Of bis age,
is worthy Of more than passing notice.
Dr.. Punshon was known wherever the
English language Is spoken as one Of the
greatest and most eloquent orators Of the
present age. l suppose 1t will be accept
able To the people generally, and to the
Methodists particularly, TO read the expe.
rlenCe OF the Doctor In his last moments,
as given In an English paper just received.
But previous TO doing 80 allow me TO pre-.
sent q paragraph from bis sermon, Christ
the Resurrection and the Life"
"Oi the glorious idea Of a completed res.
direction which at once ransoms the body
from the grave and the soul from the foul
sepulChfe Of sin. DO you wonder brethren
that like Paul at Athens we should preach
to you Jesus and the TesurreCtion2 ls
there not something In the tidinRs that
thrills the heart OF a believer Just as an
emigrants heart is stirred In some far dis.
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Does not time appear a more solemn
stewardship and duty receive a richer
stimulus and the life that nov Is appear
but light thing In comparison with the
lie which that resurrection inspiresP
Dwell on this comforting thought, thou
tempted and sorrowiDg believer, for II
speaks encouragement and assurance 10
thee. Art thou mourner2 The sable
which thou wearest 10 only the emblem
OF that darkness which has fallen upon
Christ for thee. 1s He gone, thy tender.
hearted friend2 Doth thy gentle wife no
longer minister Are thy children en-.
tranced as by the basalisk eye, fallen into
that trance that has no waking,
and makes no parade Of pain? o! let
Jesus stand by thee, and az thou listenest
To his inspiring word the frantic grief shall
subeide within thee 10 the hush Of Quietsor.
row; thy tears, II they gather still, shall
gather silently and thy frame shall feel
the pulses Of q glad hope, as when nature
Btira In the first blush OF spring. II they
and thou art alike In Jesus, thou hast not
looked thy last upon thy friends. Thou
shalt see them again not wan and shtunk.
en- as when the latest smile played upon
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left 10 ripple II from liz 10 eye, but Tin i'm.
mortal bloom that knows no hectic Of fever,
and in tadeless, youth that Chills beneath
no frost Of age"
And as he preached and lived, 80 he
died.. As the time Of his departure drew
near he asked, ieebly: IAN going, Doc.
tof?' The physician, with siph, an.
sweted, Eyes" Then his devoted wife,
with breaking heart, asked; "liaye yoti
q message for me, my darling2" and he
said. ~ have loved you iondly, Love
Jesus and meet me In Heaven" She then
thought Of an absent son, and said, "And
PefCyH" TELL him 10 love Jesus and
meet me In Heaven" "And yourself;
how do you ieel7" II teeI that Jesus is
. living reality Jesus JesusI jesusl"
One heavenly smile, one Fapt and upward
glance, and the head dropped There Was
silence, broken only by the sobs Of the
widow, and William Morley Punshon was
no more. No words are more appropriate
10 bis departure than his own eloquent
tribute 10 the sainted Goodman: "Iie
went home like plumed warrior, for
whom the everlasting doors were lifted
as he was stricken into victory In his