Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1883-05-31
Mlistellaneuus &eading.
DEATH..A BEAUTIFUL EXTRACT.

The annexed extract is so beautiful that,
by every one who reads it, it will be pre-
served. 1t fell from the lips Of Rev. DR..
Charles Wadsworth, Philadelphia. The text
taken by him was, GAS a shock Of corn
cometh in its season."
in his moral tillage," he said, "God cul-
tivates many flowers, seemingly for their
exquisite beauty and fragrance. For when
bathed in soft sunshine they have burst into
blossom, then the Divine Hand gathers
them from the earthly fields, to be kept in
crystal vases in blessed mansions above.
Thus little children le-some in the sweet
bud, some in fuller blossom; but never too
early to make heaven fairer and sWeeter
with their immortal bloom.
"Nerily to the eye of Faith, nothing is
fairer than the death of young children.
Sight and sense, indeed, recoil from it.
The flower that like a breathing rose, filled
heart and home with an exquisite delight
alas we are stricken with sore anguish to
find its stem broken and the blossom gone
But unto Faith, eagle-eyed beyond mental
vision, and weighed to mount like the sing.
ing lark over the fading rainbow unto the
blue heaven, even this is touchingly lovely
"'The child's earthly ministry was well
done, for the rose does its work as grandly
in blossom as the vine with its fruit. And
having helped to sanctify and lift heaven
ward the very hearts that broke at its fare.
well, it has gone from this troublesome
sphere ere the winds chilled or the rains
stained it, leaving the world it blessed and
the skies through which itpassed still sweet
with its lingering fragrance, to it's glory as
an ever-unfolding flower in the blessed gar
den of God. Surely, prolonged life on earth
hath no boon like this! For such mortal
fn INN fo1 RI ri iCc
from the carnal with so little memory OF
earth that the mothers cradle seemed to
have been rocked in the house of many
mansions-to have no experience of a Wea-
ried mind and chilled affections, but from a
child's joyous heart growing up into the
power of an arch-angel intellect-to be rap
tured as a blessed babe through the gates OF
Paradise-ah! this is better than to watch
as an old prophet for the car of fire in the
Valley of Jordan.
"Surely, God is wise in all his works,
and even amid our tears will rejoice in this
harvest feast, that among us as elsewhere,
he gathers SO largely, the flowers in their
season.
"And as of flowers, so of fruits, in their
order and after their kind each 'cometh in
his season. We indeed sometimes talk of
'untimely deaths Of young Christians re-
moved 100 early from SpnereS OIL uSelulHeSS,
as if the omniscient husbandman did not
know when his immortal grapes are purple
and his corn in the ear. Surely God does
the whole thing wisely gathering each spir-
itual growth just as it comes into condition
for it's immortal uses.
"Oh thought beautiful and comforting
Death is not destruction, but harvesting
the gathering from fields of mortal tillage
ripe fruits in the season. And why, then,
should our harvest feast be sad over garner
ed immortality? Why should this sweetly
tolling bell filling the troubled earthly airs
with gentle sound so startle and appal the
trustful spirit? God strengthen your faith
so to behold this mysterious thing in light
from heaven, that it's dark veil shall seem
transparent, and a face with soft eyes look
forth loving and bright as the face Of an
angel.
Death is not destruction! Death is not
even decay! Death, is harvesting! Hear
we parents from whose household sweet
children have been rudely parted, hear ye
this: "The beloved has gone down into his
garden to gather lilies" Ye children who
have lost revered parents, and whose life is
chilled in the shadow of that dread thing
orphanage-hear we this: 'As shock OF
corn cometh in his season, so are matured
souls gathered to the garner of God"