The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-10-19

possible for that one so invited TO forget the
inviterl A minister passing along the street
every day looked up and smiled to baby
in the window. The father and mother
wondered who it was that thus pleasantly
greeted their child. They found out that he
ives the pastor of church. They said
ave must 60 and hear him preach They
went and heard him and both were con-
ve-ted to God Win there be any power in
flfty million years to erase from tue souls of
these parents the memory OF that man who
by his friendliness brought them to God?
Matthew Cranswick, an evangelist, said
that he had the names Of two hundred
souls saved through his singing the
hymn, ARISE. my soul, arisen viii any Of
those two hundred souls in oil eternity
forget Matthew CranswicK2 VIII any Of
the four hundred and seventy-nine women
and children imprisoned at Lucknow, India,
waiting for massacre by the Sepoys, forgot
Havelock and Outram, and Sir David
Beard, who broke in and effected their
rescue! To some of you who have loved
and served the LORD, heaven will be great
picture gallery of remembrance. Hosts Of
the glorited will never forget you. All,
that is way of building monuments that
shall never feel the touch of decay. do
not ask you t. suppress this natural desire
OF being remembered after you are gone,
but only want you to put your memorials
into shape that shall never weaken or
fade. During the course of my ministry |
have been intimately associated in Christian
work with hundreds of good men and
women. My memory is hung with their
portraits more accurate and vivid than
anything that Rembrandt ever put on cans
vass:-Father Grice, Dewitt c. Moore,
Father Voorhees,, E. p. Hopkins, William
Stevens, John Van Rensselaer,, Gasherie
Dewitt, DR.. Ward, and hundreds OF others
all OF them gone out Of this life, but l hold
the memory of them and will hold them for
ever. They cannot escape from me. | will
remember them just as they looked on earth,
and Will re Dember many Of you after the
earth has been an extinct planet for ages in
finite. Oh, what stuff the memory is for
monument building!
As in Egypt that December afternoon,
1889, exhausted in body, mind and soul, we
mounted to return to Cairo. we took
our last look OF the pyramid Of Gizeh.
And you know there is something in the
air toward evening that seems produc-
tive of solemn and tender emotion, aud
the great pyramid seemed to be human
lied and with lips of stone it seemed to
speak and cry out: Hear me, man, NOR
tai and immortal! Ny voice is the voice of
God. He designed me. Isaiah said |
would be q sign and a witness. l saw
Moses when he was lad. / witnessed the
long procession of the Israelites as they
started to cross the Red Sea and Pharaoh's
host in pursuit of them. The falcons and
the eagles of many centuries have brushed
my brow. / stood here when Cleopatra's
barge landed with her sorceries, and Hypa-
tia for her virtues was slain in yonder
streets. Alexander the Great. Seostris and
Ptolemy admired my proportions. Her
odotus and Phny sounded my prai g.
am old, l am very old. For
thousands of years l have watched
the coming and going of gener-
ations. They tarry only little while, but
they make eve lasting impression. l bear
on my side the mark OF trowel and chisel
Of those VINO moro than four thousand years
ago expired. Beware what you do. o, man!
for what you do will last long after you are
dead. If you would be affectionately re-
memnered after you are gone, trust not to
any earthly commsmoration. | have nat
one word to say about any astronomer who
studied the heavens from my nights or any
king who was sspulchered in my bosom, |
am slowly passing away. L am dying
pyramid. shall yet lie down in the dust
of the plain and the sands of the desert
shall cover me, or when the earth goes |
will go. But you are immortal. The
feet with which you climbed my sides
to-day will turn to dust, but you have a
soul that will outlast me and all my
brotherhood Of pyramids. Live for eter-
nitYl Live for Godl With the shadows of
the evening now falling from my side,
pronounce upon you a benedction. Take
il with you across the Mediterranean. Take
it with you across the Atlantic. God only
is great! Let all the earth keep silence be-
fore him. Amen" And then the lips of
granite hushed, and the great Giant of
masonry wrapped himself again in tbs
silence of ages, and as rode away in the
gathering twilight, this course or sermons
was projected.
'Wondrous Egypt! Land of ancient pomp and
pride,
Where Beauty walks by hoary Ruins side.
Where plenty reigns and still the seasons
smile,