The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-01-30

thrones uprising. the universe assembling
amid the boom of the last great thunder
peal, and under the cracking Of burning
world-what will become of the disciple OF
unhoiY fashiOal
But watch the career Of ono thoroughly
artificial, Through inheritance, or per-
haps his own skill, having obtained enough
for purposcS Of display, he feels himself
thoroughly established He sits aloot from
the common herd, and looks out Of his
window upon the poor man, and says; Put
that dirty wretch off my steps lmme-
diatelvW On Sabbath days he finds the
church, but mourns the fact that he must
worship with so many of the inelegant, and
says: They are perfectly awful" That
man that you put in my pew had coat on
his back that did not cost five dollars He
struts through life unsynpathetic with
trouble, and says: ~ cannot be bothered.
Is delighted with some doubtful story Of
Partisan life, but thinks that there are some
very indecent things in the Bible. Walks
arm-in-arm with the successful man of the
world, but does not know his own brother
Loves to be praised for his splendid house,
and when told that he looks younger than
ten Years ago, says: well, really; do you
think soM
But the brief strut of his life is over,
Upstairs he dies No angel wings hover
ing about him. No gospel promises kindlng
up the darkness; but exquisite embroidery,
elegant pictures, and bust Of Shakespeare
on the mantel, The pul-es stop The
minister comes in TO read Of the resurrec-
tion, that day when the dead shall come
up--both he that died on floor and he that
expired under princely upholstery. He is
carried out to burial Onlya few mourners,
but a great array Of carriages. Not one
common man at the funeral No befriended
orphan to weep tear on his grave. No
child Of want pressing through the ranks of
the weeping, saying: "He is the last friend
| have and must SEQ him."
What nowl He was great man. Shall
not chariots Of salvation come down to the
other side of the Jordan and escort him up
to the palace3 Shall not the angels exclaim:
Turn out! A prince is coming" VIII
the bells chimel Will there be harpers with
their harps, and trumpeters with their
trumpetse
No! Mol No There will be a shudder, as
though a calamity had happened. Standing
on heavens battlement, a watchman will
see something shoot past, with fiery down
fall and shrek: Wandering star-for whom
is reserved the blackness of darkness for
everp
But sadder yet is the closing of q woman's
life that has been worshipful of worldlinesS,
all the wealth Of a life-time's opportunity
wasted What a tragedy! A woman on
might have done for God and humanity,
and yet having done nothingl Compare
her demise with that of Harriet Newell,
going down to peacefully die in the Isle Of
France, reviewing her lifetime sacrifices for
the redemption of India; or the last hours
Of Elizabeth Harvey, having ex-
changed her bright New England
home for a lire at Bombay amid
stolid heathenism, that she might illumne
in Inst Ic
the dark valley it has not dark spot in it,
all is light, hghtl' or tho exit Of Mrs. Len
nox, falling under sudden disease at Smy-
rna, breathing out her soul with the last
words: "Oh, how happy!' or the departure
of MIS- Sarah D. Comstocl spending her
life for the salvation of Burmah, giving up
her children that they might come home TO
America 10 be educated, and saying as she
kissed them good-by, never to see them
agalu: 80 Jesus, do this for Thee!" or the
going of ten thousand good women, who in
less resounding spheres have lived not for
themselves, but for God and the alienation
Of human suffering. That was brilliant
scene when, in 1875, in the campaign for the
capture of Ronda, Queen Elizabeth
with King Ferdinand, rode out
to review the troops. AS she
in bright armor rode along the lines of the
Spanish host, and waved her jeweled hand
TO the warriors, and ever and anon uttered
words Of cheer to the worn veterans, who,
far away from their homes, were risking
their lives for the kingdom, it was a specta-
Gle that illumines history. But more glO-
rious will be the scene when that ccnsecra~
ted Christian woman crowned in heaven
shall review the souls that on earth she
clothed and fed and medicined, and evan
gelized and then introduced int the ranks
celestial. AS on tho white horse Of victory
side by side with the king, this queen unto
God forever shall ride past the lines Of those
in whose salvation she tore part, the scene
will surpass anything ever witnessed on
earth in the life Of Joan of Arc, or Pene-
lope, or Semiramis, or Aspasia, orMariamuo,
or Margaret of Anjou. Ride on, victor!