Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1881-10-02
Old Time with hammer swinging high,

Old Time with hammer swinging high,
has been beating out the gol-
den leaves for the crown OF
Autumn to wear, but to- day old Autumn,
preparing to die, is hanging his crown
upon the willow tree and soon it will
drop, only to be hung in the foliage
of coming seasons for other brows to
wear. And so, as we go, Others take
our place. 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 a 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 4;
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 so
like the leaf, SO gently. that the shock
is averted, though the worthy are re-
membered, tearfuliy remembered, ever
remembered, as the years are passing by.
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
hiIlsides plucking to-day, to deck the
rivulets and decorate the caverns.
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 lie together.
So with us. Multitudes go with us at
the bell stroke of our departure.
The tramp OF the feet that take us to
our burial will keep step with other
professions going on the same sal
errand. One hundred and sixty
thousand of the dead are dwelling in
Greenwood's tombs. From fifty to one
hundred lie down to rest there every
day. Numbers Of other 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. They are but
suburban retreats compared with the
city of the dead. This great city has
larger Iopulace, and greater men,
than all other cities of the globe
put together. Millions upon millions,
billions upon billions, numbers greater
than the blades Of grass multiplied by
the fading leaves, multiplied by the
drops of Niagara, greater than all this
aggregate is the population of the city
of the great King Death. 0, city
Of rich men, o, city of paupers,
dwelling place of Caesars, home of the
how silent thy voices, how
still thy hoofs, how motionless thy
wheels Where is thy clash of saber,
thy shifting hammer, thy flying loom ?
Why Of all thy myriad hands none are
lifted : Why in all those myriad
eyes no sparkle Why from all those
myriad hearts no throb? ? Fallen, ard
:! faded rs a leaf"
But We notice that the leaf departs
with many shades of cOIors.
One blast OF the north wind and they
are scattered cverywhjthcr, Withered,
ragged, uncomeIy, waiting their buria!
in the mirc. The setting sun may
throw its golden spiendor, but no beauty
is reflected from those leaves. They
ire touched with the black death and
ire thoroughly dead. Who cares to
study them, whose vase will have them,
whose walls will be decorated with
caves so ragged, leaves so dead? How
many people are smitten with death in |
ust this way! Their departure is
without beauty, without memory
worth the keeping. They are gone for
ever with the first cold spell that comes,
With the first rough blast that follows. |
They are gone without tinge of hope,
Without a single prophesy Of Heaven.
Their Springtime was abloom with |
very prospect. What did they do |
Win it? Summertime came with |
opportunities. What did |
hey do with it d? But with Autumn
lays their glory went. 1t was black |
rost that came to them; it killed them.
they won no hope of immortality in
Christian salvation. All the life was
lots. They did "not" kill, they did
not" rob, they did "not" wallow in
heir lusts, but alas, they did "not"
listen to the call of Heaven, they did
not" make their peace with God in
;fe, and they did mot" gain salvation
n death. They had /" not" grown into