Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1888-02-03

and bust of Shakspere on the mantel.
The pulses stop. The minister comes in
to resd of the resurrection, that day
when the dead shall come up-both he
that died on the floor and he that expired
under princely upholstery. He is carried
out to burial. Only few mourners, but
great array of carriages. Not one COM
mon 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: "Be is the last
friend l have and must see him"
What now? He was q great man.
Shall not chsriots of salvation come
down to the other side of Jordan and es-
cort him up to the palace2 Shall not the
angels exclaim: "Turn outl A prince
is coming" Will the bells chime2 Will
there De hsrpers with their hsrps, and
trumpeters with their trumpets2
No! No! No! There will be shud-
der, IS though calamity had happened.
Standing on heavens battlement, 8
watchman will gee something shoot past,
with fiery downfall and shrek: "Wsn-
dering star-for whom is reserved the
blackness Of darkness forever!"
But sa1der yet is the closing Of a wo-
mans life that has been
WoRsHIPFUL OF WoRLDLNEss,
al the wealth OF liietime's opportunity
wasted. What q tragedy! A woman on
her dying pillow, thinking OF what she
might have done for God and humanity,
and yet having done nothing! Compare
her demise with that Of Harriet Newell,
reviewing her lifetime sacrifices
for the redemption of India; OF the
last hours of Elizabeth Hervey, having
exchanged her bright New England
home sor s life at Bombsy amid
stolid hesthenism, that she might
illumine it,, saying in her last moments:
ST this is the dark valley, it has not
dark spot in it; all is light, light" or
the exit of Mrs. LeunoX, falling under
sudden disease at Smyrna, breathing out
her soul with the last words: sob, how
hspDy!" or the departure OF Mrs. Sarah
D. ComstocS, spending her life for the
salvation of Burmah, giving up her
children that they might come home to
America to be educated, and saying SIS
she kissed them goodbye, never to see
them again: 10 Jesus, 1 do this for
Thee" or the going of 10000 good
women, who 10 less resounding spheres
have lived not for themselves, but for
God and the alienation of human suffer
ing. That was q brilliant scene when, in
1885, in the campaign for the capture of
Ronda, Queen Elizabeth of C,stile, on
horseback, side by side with King Ferdi-
nand, 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 veter-
ans who, far away from their homes, were
riskiDg their lives for the kingdom, it WAS
s spectacle that illumines history. but
more glorious will be the scene when that
consecrated Christian woman crowned in
heaven shall review the souls that on
earth she clothed and fed and medicined
and evangelical, and then introducedinto
the ranks celestial AS on the 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
bore part, the scene will surpsss any
thing ever witnessed on earth in the life
Of joan of Arc, or Penelope, or Semirs-
mis-, or Aspasia, or Marianne, or Margas
ret of Arjou. Ride on, victor.