Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1885-12-05

WHAT Il BEATRs
The following article was written
by Mr.. ID. Hulburt, aged IS years,
father of Mrs. D. Fl. Hawley, OF this
city. II first appeared in tue hokc-
ma undians) Tribune:
Death comes not in the gsrb OF the
King Of Terrors, but q white rooed
angel Of mercy to unlock the fetters
of clay ard assist the spirit TO pass
on TO freedom. Whenever the sub
iect of death is mentioned il causes a
dark shadow to steal over the minds
of ali. To speak of death, to talk
of the annihilation of the visible
body, is to bring you face TO face
With the subject which it has been
the effort of all the world to ignore.
Death cores 10 man as spiritual
necessity; it is an angel of love and
mercy, ana not the enemy of man
kind. When all other friends fail to
bring relief. death enters and the
pain racked body ceases its throes
and moaning; The eyes grow bright
with a spiritual lustre, aud the word
| farewell is breathed from lips soon to
shoulder in dust again. Then why
picture death as an enemy OF the
race: Why speak of death with
bated breath and blanched cheeks.
Why send poisoned darts into the
hearts of the afflicted: Should we
not rather give the true interpreta-
ton of death and its necessity
What would become of the world if
there was no death? What would be
the condition among men if they
could not die? What a sight the
world would present, of men and
women growing old, signing for
change, but with no hope of relief.
And it should be remembered that
tits not only man that dies -every
living object passes through this
same change. Death opens the door
to a life beyond; and as stars look
down upon the earth, so our dear
ones look down upon those who are
left in earth life, and that bye and
bye. when you have crossed the
shining river, they will meet you
again is sweet reality. Then is
when the sweet sympathy of friends
comes as healing balm to the bro
ken spirit, inspiring it with needed
| fortitude. Then is when the know
ledge of these spiritual truths con-
soles and sustsins us, and says there
is no death. No; what we call death
| is the best friend man has or can ever
have. The separation of friends is
always attended with grief. We
love to see the faces of our friends;
We love the grasp of their hands,
and we love to listen to their voices,
which are musical to US. But when
it is known that death is but q voy-
age to a better land, aud that all will
meet again, joy should take the
place of grief, and instead of clos
ing your doors and windows, and
putting on garments of woe which
make heart sick, you should open
wide the doors and windows of your
mansions and invite the angels to
come in and make your houses their
abiding place. This is the way TO
regard death. and these are the glad
tidings that the angels bring. Let
this be the sermon read at your fun
erals. Strive to lift the burden from
heavy laden hearts rather than in
crease the load. 1t is consolation
people want in affection, not some
mysterious reading they cannot un-
derstand. The human heart signs
for relief. 1t longs to know of that
other life. Will you close the doors
against the messengers from their
spirit homes. or will you throw back
the bolts and bars and bid them enter
in, and in still, quiet way lead you
up the steps of time into that world
of perfect bliss. Oh, priestcraft.
please tell us why it has been left to
this nineteenth century to learn the
angelic laws of telegraphic commu.
MON between our houses immortal
and this our present rudimental one.
May not your answer be thiss In
the ages past we have killed the seers.
have stoned and crucified the pro-
phets and forced into exile the spirit
Media, and in our dark Materialism
bolted and barred the doors of high
heavens, driving back the ministry
of angels and all that shining light OF
glory. the proof absolute of mans
immortality, and instead thereof,
have reared costly temples of stone
and wood and have bliDdly bowed
the knee to pomp and fashion, leav,
ing untaught the true growth oil
spirit by giving more heed to the
senseless jargon of human Greco
than human souls.
Oh, friends. realize this fact ths
you are not TO wait until the hour oil
death. but so live each day that when
the last moment comes you will MOI
: feel the necessity to ask God 10 Sc
aside His laws to undo the conse
quences of your sins, for your Who'll,
life has been one long endeavor to dc
what is right, and now you feel the
sunshine of angelic love; and wher
the light of the spirit world opens
on you your condition will undergo
no change, but viii attract you up
ward to the higher sphere Beyond
this sphere of transition rise the higt
plains of heaven; and down from
those nights bright spirits come bear
ing with them blessings they alone
can give. They speak to those in
sin and point better way; they
speak to those in sorrow, and pour
true comfort on the aching heart,
! revealing those fair realms where al
troubles are ended. all wrongs are
righted and pain comes no more, and
say to each human being, "God
knoweth all things" strive for the
best, and for the truest near, and
when death comes to open the dool
. and show In all its projections the
glory hanniness and neace horn moi