New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1888-11-18

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who had called out heard it, he turned to the
little pilgrim with eyes that were liquid with
love and pity" Listen he said, there Is
" Can we help them?" cried the little. pill
grim her heart bounded forward ike a blrd-
She had no fear. The darkness and the horrible
way seemed nothing TO her. She streichso
out her arms as if she would have seized 'he
traveller and dragged him up into the nghl,
lie who was by her side shook ms heao' sa 41O
With smile We can but on w' Should He S S"
For this is TOO terrible and strange 10 pe toueneu
even by the hands Of angels. 1t is like nothing
that you know" II, -,
little pilgrim humbly. =" | have been taken
back 10 the dear earth. where saw the luus-
ment-seat, and the pleadeTs VINO spoke, anu slle
man who was the judge-and how each is Iudge
for himself" -,
her guide, where the Father Is ana the Son
and where no man is left TO his own ways
But there is another country, where there Is no
voice either from God or from good spirits, and
where those who have refused are lett to do as
II have read said the little pilgrim, with
a sob. of one who went from city to city and
found no rest
Her guide bowed his head very gravely in
assent " They 20 from place to place. he said,
=" il haply they might find one in which il is
possible to live Whether it is order or whether
il is license, it is according to their own will.
They try ali things, ever looking for something
which the soul may endure. And new cities
arc founded from time TO time, and q new en-
deavor ever and ever to live, only to 1--we For
even when happiness fails and content, and work
is vanity and effort is naught IL is something
if man can but endure to live
The little pilgrim looked at him with visit
full eyes, for what he said was beyond her
understanding. For u.s." she said. " hfe is
nothing but JOY. Oh, brother, is there then con-
domination ?"
chosen-it is to follow their own way. There
is no longer any to interfere. The pleaders
The Father hinders them not. helps them;
but leaves them." He shivexed as If with cold
and the little pilgrim felt chat there breathed
from the depths of darkness at their feet an icy
wind which touched her hands and feet and
chilled her heart. She shivered too, and drew
close TO the rock for shelter, and gazcd at the
paths that disappeared at her feet, leading down,
down into that abyss-and her heart failed
within her TO think that below there were souls
that suffered, and that the Father and the Son
present-how could it be that He was not there
1t is mystery" SAID the man who was
her guide, and who answered to her thoughts;
When / set my foot upon this blessed land
/ knew that there, even there, lie is: But IN
that country His face is hidden and even TO
name His name is anguish. for then do men
understand what has befa!len them, who can
say that name no more
That is death indeed" she cried; and the
wind came up silent with a wild breath that
was more awful than the shrek of storm for
il was like the stifed utterances OF all those
miserable ones who have no voice to call upon
God and know not where He IS nor how to
All said he if we could have known what
death was! We had believed in death In The
time Of all great Illusions in the time Of the
gentle life in the day OF hope But in the land
Of darkness there are no illusions, and every
man knows that though he should fling himself
into the furnace of the gold, or be cut 10 pieces
by the knives, or trampled under the dancers
feet yet that it viii be but little more pain,
and that death is not. nor any escape that way
Oh, brother!' she cried, you have been
there -
He turned and looked upon her, and she read
as in n book things which tongue Of man cannot
say-the anguish and the rapture, the unIorgotten
pang Of the lost, the JOY of one who has been
delivered after hope gone.
7 have been there and now stand in the
light, and have seen the face of the Lord, ana
can speak His blessed name" And with that
he burst forth into great melodiOus cry. which
was not like that which he had sent into the
dark depths below. but mounted up Ike the
sounding Of silver trumpets and all joyful music,
giving O voice 10 the sweet air and the fresh
winds which blew about the hills of God But
the words he said not comprehensive TO
his companion, for they were IN the secret
tongue which is between the Father and Ills
child, and known to none but to them alone.
Yet only TO hear the sound was enough TO trans
port all who listened, and TO make them know
what soy. is and peace, The little. pilgrim weept
for happiness TO hear her brothers voice. But
in the midst of il her caught by another
sound-a faint cry which tingled up from the
darkness like a note of a mutled bell-and she
turned from the Joy and the light. and flung out
her arms and her little voice toward him who
was stumbling upon the dark mountains. And
Come she cried, " Come, Gomez forgetting
all things save that one was there in the dark
ness. while here was light and peace.
1t is nearer said her guide, hearing, even
in the midst Of his triumph song, that faint and
distant cry: and he took her hand and drew her
back. for she was upon the edge Of the precpce
gazing into the black depths which revealed
nothing save the needles Of the awful rocks
and sheer desccnts below. " The moment will
come" he said, when we can hclp-but it is
not yet"
Her heart was in the depths with him who
was coming, whom she knew not save that he
was coming, toiling upward toward the light;
and il seemed to her that she could not contain
herself, nor yait TIL he should appear, nor draw
back from the edge, where she might hold out
her hands TO him and save him some single
step, if no more. But presently her heart re
turned to her brother who stood by her side, and
who was delivered and with whom
it was meet that all should re-
and reached the land Of light Oh
she said, il is long to wait while he is still upon
these dark mountains. Tell me how IL came 10
you to find the way
He turned TO her with a smile, though his
ear was too intent, and his heart fixed upon the
traveller III the darkness, and began 10 tell h.r
his tale 10 beguile the ti1c of waiting. and TO
hold within bounds the pity that filed her
heart lie told her that he was one of many who
came from the pleasant earth together, ont OF
many couHtIiSs anu lougutS. anu ny Aity
gone here and there, each to n different city,
and how they had crossed each others paths
coming and going, yet never found rest for their
feet And how there was little relief in every
change, and one sought that which another left
and how they wandered round and round over all
the vast and endlLs> plain until, at length, III
revolt from every other way, they had chosen
spot upon the slope of hill, and built there
a new city, If perhaps some thing better might be
found there. And how IL had been built with
towers and high walls, and great gates to shut it
in, so that stranger should find entrance.
And how every house was a palace, with statues
of marble and pillars precious with beautiful
work, and arches so lofty and so fair, that they
were better than had they been made OF gold
yet gold was not wanting, nor diamond stones
that Shone like stars, and everything more beautl-
full and stately than heart could conceive
And while built and labored,' he said.
our hearts little appeased. And II was
called the city of Art, ana all was perfect IN It,
so that nothing had ever been seen 70 compare
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