Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-01-26

preaching Christ in dark and cruel Burmah.
The boys picking up that one book seemed 10
be an insignificant event, but il began the
glorious career of AdOniram JudsOn.
So, in ali your lives, the Insignificant is the
momentous and matters that seemed of no ac-
count decide for all OF US our temporal and
eternal destiny, and your coming here this
morning which was perhaps not long premed-
ltated,and accidentally as you think,ls of more
Importance 10 you than any event in the last
ten centuries or the final destruction of the
world, because 1t is going TO decide where you
VIII be after all the worlds shall be demol-
lshed, some by collision and some by eXplO-
sion, some by fracture and some by cyclone,
some by frost and some by confederation; all
gone but two and those two rolling on, the
one through cycles and immensities of rap
ture and the other rolling on through cycles
ana lmnensitles OF pang rolling up, rolling
up; rolling down, rolling down; two worlds
the one charred and the other an lrradiated
sphericity.
If you continue to ask me how the past ap-
pears to me reply, 1t appears like tour or
nye picture galleries running into each other,
a Dusseldorf, a Louvre, a Luxembourg, their
corridors adjoining boyhood gallery, church
gallery, home gallery.
In the boyhood gallery are the faces OF
schoolmates and college mates. l shut my
eyes ana my memory walks through that gal
lery. see them now, flying kites, playing
Oal, trundllng the hoop, ranging the WOODS
Tor nuts coastIng the hillside, or later, with
me bending over leXlcons and algebras and
trlgonOmetries. The most of these cOmpan-
who were not positively Christian died dIssi-
pated and perished in sin before thirty years
OF age The wine cup with its sharp edge cut
the Jugular vein of their immortal soul. Poor
Fellows! They tried the world without Goa,
and the world slew them. Splendid fellows.
What foreheads for brain, what muscle for
strength, and what endearing letters they got
from nome ana how they carried OIL the DOu-
Quets on commencement day! But they made
the terrific, the fatal mistake of thinking
reLglon superhulty, and they are in the pic
ture gallery not so much as canvas as sculp-
Lufe-LaOcoonS writing and struggling IN
VAIN until muscles snap and eyes start from
their sockets amid the crushing folds of hOr-
rors serpentlne and ghastly. Satan hath a
iastIdlous appetite anu he filings the naturally
vulgar into the trough to fatten his swine, but
says; bring to my golden plate the clearest
brain and the gentlest heart and the finest
nature. l relish delicate mOrsels. For such
vlands have keenest appetite, and my knife
cuts through the lusciOusness. Pour into my
chalice the richest blood of my victims. Pour
IL up TO the rim. A few more drops now until
1t bubbles over. There now. that will do
Oh, this Internal banquet of choice souls. Ha,
ha! smack my lips with the potion. Let
common demons take the cOarser natures,
give me who am the king of all diabOhsm, the
JOlllest, and the gladdest and the rarest OF all
the immortal sacrifice. Ha hap
Here ahO in my MEMORY is the church |
gallery of departed ones to whom l minister
Philadelphia gallery, Brooklyn gallery. These |
HSures appear to me in frames of hOsanna |
and hallelujah. Sweet spirits Glorious
spirits. Transported spirits. Spirits blest.
Expiring children with the face of RaphaePs /
Madonna. Octogenarians with patriarchel
demeanOr and looks that made one think that
EHJah, safely arrived, had sent back his fiery
charlOt for another passenger. Fair maidens
whose last hours were a TRANSPORTATION.
Young men going out of life with anthems on |
the lip and the flash of pearline portals in |
their eye.
Here also in my memory is the home gallery.
On, now dear the faces, old faces and young! |
Faces more and more haloed by the recession |
Of years. Faces into which we looked when
we sat on their lap. Faces that looked up at /
us while they sat IN our lap. Faces wrnkled |
with old age. Faces all a-fush with nfantile |
lOcundlty. Faces that Wept. Faces that laugh |
ed; Faces that disappeared. Faces gone.
But, you ask, as l stand on top Of the hill, |
now does the other road look, the one that |
winds down to the white marble slab at the |
fOotf L answer, the road to travel seems Il
brighter than the one passed. | would not 1
want TO 1--we life over again, as many wish. |
We would do no better next time than we did |
TINS. The fact is, the life we have had was |
nved over by five hundred other people whom 1
we know, ard If we did not improve by those /
hVe hundred experiences we would not I'M
prove by our own. If we who have come to /
the nOOntide of life, the u or l O'Clock, could |
be put back TO q O'Clock in the morning, we
Woud simply repeat the previous journey. l |
would not want to go back and pick up the |
old burdens, and fight the old battles, an |
weep over the same graves. |
may be ahead OF misfortune, or trial or duty. |
OF course not. But if / have railroad Jour
ney of a thousand miles to travel, and for the |
hrst 500 miles have found the tracks solid, |
and the bridges safe, and the conductors com /
petent, and the engineers wide awake, it in |
creases my confidence for the other 500 miles. |
For this life believe have through ticket, |
and though the track may wind this way anu /
Jhat, ana there may be dark tunnels to ira |
verse, and we may occasionally switch off to |
let some other trains pass, and we may some |
times have hot box and pass places where |
Ihe Ieu nag DluS us SLOW up, we are TO come |
out at the right place. Whatever our duties |
and trials are we shall be able to meet them. |
The late Willard Parker, the renowned sur
geOn, had case of goitre brOu ght to him for |
treatment. The patient was several times |
millionaire. million dollars was offered /
the surgeon If he would perform the opera /
ton, and warrant the safety of the patient 4
He said: II cannot warrant anything, but | i
will do the best | can" My friend said /
''How did you feel when you undertook the |
surgeryr He said: my hand trembled fear |
fully until my knife touched the place, and |
then my nerves were steel, and without a |
lremor, and without any excitement ! went |
through the successful operation" So we
may tremble and feel unfit to meet the re-
sponslbllities of this life, but when the time
comes God will hold our hand, and we shall
come through without perturbation, strong in |
the strength of Christ our Lord.
And then, Notwithstanding all the balder-
dash of the lnfdels aud free thinkers and |
atheists and nOthingists about the great fu-
ture still believe that our life here is only |
small fragment of an unending existence.
The three miles that make up
this life are not an inch long
compared with what hereafter shall |
open. That picture gallery ahead is brighter |
and more thrilling than the picture gallery |
behind. Indeed we take down the best pic |
lures of the earthly gallery and 20 up on step |
ladder of amethyst and hang them on the |
FURNISHED walls of heaven. Look There is |
Christ! For earthly galleries Rubens painted |
him, and Cuyp and CorreggiO painted him,
and Tintoret painted him, and Benjamin |
Vest painted him. and Dore painted him, but !
this eclipses all and is the masterpiece of /
heaven. Look! There is Paul, the hero OF |
Sanhedrim, and Agrippa's court, and Mars |
dill, and Nero's infamy, and who shook his /
chained fist IN the face of teeth-chattering /
royalty. Look! There is Joshua, the man |
who postponed sundOwn; and Vashti, whose |
veil the prOhlgacy of a Persian court could |
not lift or tear. Behold them all along the |
corridOrs-David with his harp and Miriam |
with her symbols, and Iachariah with his |
scroll, and st. John with his seven vials, and |
the resurrection angel with his trumpet. |
Yea, there are our transported loved ones, |
the cough gone from the throat, the WEAKNESS /
from the limbs, the languOr from the eve, the |
wanness from the cheek. Let us go up and |
embrace them. Let us 90 up and live with |
them. From this hilltop of my journey | |
catch glimpse of that hill top where all sor- |
row and signing shall be done away with. |
May God make that place to us a reality.
Full faith in it gave old DIR. Tying the |
strength to stand by the casket of his darling
son, whose arm had been torn off by thresh-
ing machine, modification and death ensuing
and speak with supernatural composure,
That sustained Martin Luther till he buried
his favorIte child without tear. That made
one of the old dying saints say she saw writ
ten all over the sky the letter W. and when
asked what she thought it meant she said: |
NV stands for welcome" That makes the |
plainest shrOud the embroidery of a Kings |
palace. . heaven, swing open thy gates! . |
roll this way one of thy anthems! |
nc a xrfgi Of ( brrI Irof bro
A ship from India coming toward the coast |
of France had for crew some French sailors |
who had been absent from France for many |
years. A s they came IN sight they leaped and |
skipped the decks with joy, pointing out to |
each other the spires of the churches they had |
attended in childhood and the hills on which |
they had played and they became quite un- |
and when they entered the port |
and saw on the wharves fathers and mothers |
the sailors could be kept no longer on board. |
but leaped to the shore so that another crew |
had to be employed to bring the ship to her |
mOorlngs. so heaven, our fatherland, will |
after awhile be so fully in sight that we can
see its hills ard its temples and its foliage and |
our friends there shall call to and we will I
spring to the shore and with them go mp the |
grassy banks. leaving this old ship OF world |
to other crews, our vOyaging on the rough |
seas having ended forever.
Crooks and storms I'll fear no more.
When on that eternal shore,
Drop the anchor furl the sail,
/ am safe within the VEIL"
An Ancient Cemetery.
Considerable excitement and curiosity