The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1891-10-23


only want you TO put your memorial:
into n shape that shall never weaken
or fade. During tho course of my min
istry ! have been intimately associated
In Christian work with hundreds OF
good men and women.
My memory is hung with their por-
traits more accurate and vivid than
anything that Rembrandt ever put on
canvas-Father Grice, De Witt G.
Moore, Father Voorhees,, e. p. Hop.
kins, William Stephens, John Van
Rensselaer,, Gasherie De Witt, DIR. Ward
and hundreds of Others, all of them
gone out of this life, but | hold the
memory of them and will hold them
forever. They cannot escape from me.
| will remember them Just as they
looked on earth, and will remember
many of you after the earth has been
an extinct planet for ages infinite. Oh,
what stuff the memory is for monu-
ment builSngl
THE SOUL To oUTLAsT THE PYRAMIDS.
As in Egypt that December after
noon, 1899, exhausted in body, mind
and soul, we mounted to return to
Cairo, we took our last look Mt the
pyramid at Gizeh. And you know
there is something in the sir toward
evening that seems productive III
solemn and tender emotion, and tlmt
great pyramid seemed to be humnnizrd
and with lips of stone it seemed to
speak and cry out;
Hear me, man, mortal and iDInor-
tai My voice is the voice OF Gul lie
designed me. Isaiah said would be
sign and a witness. saw Moses when
he was lad. | witnessed the long
procession of the Isracltes as they
started to cross the Red sea and Pha-
raohs host in pursuit of them. The
falcons and the eagles of many GEN.
turtles have brushed my brow, |
stood here when Cleopatra's barge
landed with her sorceries, and Hypatia
for her virtues was slain in yonder
streets Alexander the Great, Sescs.
his and Ptolemy admired my proper,
lions, Herodotus and Pliny sounded
my praise am old, | am very
old. For thousands of years | have
watched the coming and going of
generations. They tarry only little
while, but they make everlasting i'm
preston. bear on my side the mark
of the trowel and clIisel of those who
more than four thousand years ago ex-
PRED. Beware what you do, oh, man,
for what you do will last long after
you are dead! If you would be affec-
tionately remembered after you are
gone, trust not to any earthly com-
memoration. have not one word to
say about any astronomer who stuffed
the heavens from my heights, or any
king who was sepulchred in my bosom.
| ain slowly passing away. am q
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 I'M
mortal. The feet with which you
climbed my sides today will turn to
dust, but you have soul that will out
last he and all my brotherhood of
pyramids. Live for eternityl Live for
God With the shadows of the even
ing now falling from my side, pro-
nounce upon you benediction. Take
it with you across the Mediterranean.
Take it with you across the Atlantic.
God only is great! Let all the earth
keep silence before him. Amenl"
And then the lips of granite hushed,
and the great Giant of Masonry
wrapped himself again in the silence Of
ages, and as rode away in the gather
ing twilight this course OF sermons was
projected.
Wondrous Egypt! Land of ancient pomp and
pride.
Where Beauty walks by hoary Ruins side,
Where plenty reigns and SIT The seasons smile,
And rolls-rich gilt If Cod exhaustless Nile.