The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-06-23

in vain to look beyond the heights; we
cry aloud! and the only answer is the
echo of our wailing cry; but in the night
of death, hope sees a star, and listening
love can hear the rustic Of wing!' When
we have taken from these thoughts the
sublime offices OF hope and love, which
seem to have been borrowed from the
storehouse of Christianity, then is seen
the value of the Christian hope and faith;
upon one hand is the darkness OF mid
night, starless and without form; in that
world of chaos, the ru stle of no angel wing
is heard. Upon the other hand we view
/ the Christians promised land, the city of
God, with walls Of isper and gates OF
pearl, in which there is no darkness or
need Of the sun, for the presence Of God
and the Lamb is the light thereof. In
that land of immortal groves and never
whitening flowers is seen the forms Of all
the Low ID of earth. In this bright view
of the future life, the faith of Br. Todd
was firmly established; and in giving ex-
preston to his thoughts upon this sub
ject, there were some who thought he was
too much of spiritusfist, but in my own
opinion, he was able to "gather the wheat
and reject the chaff" from this field of
thought; to "prove all things and hold
fast to that which was good" was his
purpose in life, and to this work he
brought mind we'll discipl med in. the
knowledge of God and his laws, and it is
not strange that he should have q clearer
vision of spiritual things than those OF
less spiritual thou ght. In the hour OF
dissolution, what other thought is there
on earth equal to the one that conveys to
our minds the fact that physical death is
but the spiritual birth; the putting of
the mortal and the putting on the i'm
mortal; the exchanging of q world of
sin and sorrow for one of Joy and hap
piness, where the broken ties that once
b ound us to our loved onss, but severed
in DEATH shall be again united, never
more to be broken. 1 would here add
the borrowed words Of Alice Gary:
Here is the sorrow. the signing,
Here are the cloud and the night,
Here is the sickness, the dying,
There are the life and the light
Here is the fading, the wasting,
The foe that so watchfully waits;
There are the hills everlasting,
The city with beautiful gates.
Here are the locks growing hoary,
The glass with the vanishing sands
There are the crown and the glory,
The house that is made not with hands.
Here is the 2nginp. the vision,
The hopes that so swiftly remove;
There is the blessed fruition,
The feast and the fullness of love.
Here are the heart-strings a-tremble,
And here is the Christening rod;
There is the song and the cymbal,
And there is our Father and God
These are the thoughts, my frien is,
that have been awakened through medi-
tstion upon the life and service of him
whose memory to me is most dear. And
I am glad to know that there are others
here whose talent and life work better fit
them to do justice to the memory of him
whose life was stainless and pure, and in
| taking my leave of this theme, 1 can only
say, that whatever I have said OF Br
| Todd will be of but little note, except il
| be truthful echo Of some act, or expires.
SIGN of his honored life, and that the
thoughts I have here expressed should
be such has been my honest endeavo
The report of the Committee on Ne
crology, before appointed, was called for
and given in series of resolutions, as
follows:
RESOLUTIONS.
WHEREAS, 1t has pleased our Heavenly
Father to call two of our faithful and
worthy ministers away from the labors
of our church, the tender care of their
families. and our personal communion,
since the last annual meeting of this
convention, and
WHEREAS, Society at large has suffered
a great loss in the death of Rev. M. G.
Todd and Rev. A. G. Barry, d. D.
| therefore
ResolUed, That while we are filled
with deep sadness by the death of these
dear brothers; still we realize that the
voice that called them from us was the
voice of loving Father, and that they
were called to the rest that follows life
of faithful well-doing.
ReSolUed, That the great faithfulnes
of these brothers is worthy of imitation