Connecticut western news., 1891-10-22


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 THEIR WORKS DO FOLLOW THEM"
 That desire to be remembered after we are gone is a divinely implanted de- sire and not to be crushed out, but, I implore you, seek something better than the immortalization of rock ol bronze or book. Put yourself into the eternity of those whom you help for both worlds, this and the next. Com fort a hundred souls and there will be through all the cycles of eternity at least hundred souls that will be your monuments A prominent member of this church was brought to God by some one saying to her at the church door at the close of service, Come again!" Will it be possible for that one so invited to forget the inviter2
 A minister passing along the street every day looked up and smiled to a baby in the window. The father and mother wondered who it was that thus pleasantly greeted their child. They found out that he was the pastor of church. They said, We must go and hear him preach" They went and heard him and both were converted to God. Will there be any power in fifty million years to erase from the souls of those parents the memory of that man who by his friendliness brought them to God2 Matthew Brunswick, an evan gelist, said that he had the names of two hundred souls saved through his singing the hymn, Arise, my soul. arise!" Will any of those two hundred souls in all eternity forget Matthew Cranswick2 Will any of the four hun dred and seventy-nine women and children imprisoned at Lucknow, India, waiting for massacre by the Sepoys, forget Havelock and Outram and Sir David Beard, who broke in and effect ed their rescue2
 To some of you who have loved and served tle Lord heaven will be great picture gallery of remembrance. Hosts of the gloritied will never forget you. An, that is way of building monu- ments that shall never feel the touch of decay. l do not ask you to sup press this natural desire of being re membered after you are gone, but 1 only want you to put your memorials into shape that shall never weaken or fade. During the course of my min istry have been intimately associated good men and women.
 My memory is hung with their DOT traits more accurate and vivid than anything that Rembrandt ever put on canvas-Father Grice, De Witt 0. Moore, Father Voorhees,, E. P. Hop kins, William Stephens, John Van Rensselaer,, Gasherie De Witt, Dr. Ward and hundreds of others, all of them gone out of this life, but I hold the memory of them and will hold them forever. They cannot escape from me. l will remember them just as they looked on earth, and 1 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 building!
 THE SOUL To OUTLAST THE PYRAMIDS. As in Egypt that December after noon, 1889, exhausted in body, mind and soul, we mounted to return to Cairo, we took our last look at the pyramid at Gizeh. And you know there is something in the air toward evening that seems productive of solemn and tender emotion, and that great pyramid seemed to be humanized and with lips of stone it seemed to speak and cry out:
 Hear me, man, mortal and immor- tall My voice is the voice of God. He designed me. Isaiah said would be a sign and witness. saw Moses when he was lad I witnessed the long procession of the Israelites as they started to cross tho Red sea and Pha raoh's host in pursuit of them. The falcons and the eagles of many cen turies have brushed my brow. 1 stood here when Cleopatra's barge landed with her sorceries, and Hypatia for her virtues was slain in wonder streets. Alexander the Great, Sesos- tris and Ptoleiny admired my propor- tions. Herodotus and Pliny sounded my praise. I am old, 1 am very old. For thousands of years l have watched the coming and going of generations. They tarry only lit1le while, but they make everlasting i'm pression. bear on my side the mark of the trowel and chisel of those who more than four thousand years ago ex- pired Beware what you do, oh, man, for what you do will last long after l~< r,x tionately remembered after you are gone, trust not to any earthly com menoration. I have not one word to say about any astronomer who studied the heavens from my heights, or any king who was sepulchred in my bosom. I am slowly passing away. am a dying pyramid. 1 shall yet lie down ill the dust of the plain and the sands of the desert shall cover me, or when the earth goes 1 will go. But you are i'm mortal. The feet with which you climbed my sides today will turn to dust, but you have a soul that will out last me and all my brotherhood of pyramids. Live for eternity! Live for God! With the shadows of the even- ing now falling from my side, 1 pro- nounce upon You a benediction. Take it with you across the Mediterranean. Take it with you across the Atlantic. God opiy is great! Let all the earth keep silence before him. Alnenr 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 1 pride.