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him and both were converted to God. viii
there be any power in

| 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 friend
| illness brought them to Godl Mathew
| Cranswick, an evangelist, said he had the
names of 200 souls saved through
| his singing the hymn, "Arise, My Soul.
Arise!' Will any of these 200 souls in all
eternity forget Matthew Crarswickl Will
I any of the 40 women and children impris-
oued at Lucknow, India, waiting for massa-
ere by the Sepoys, forget Havelock and
Outram and Sir David Beard, who broke in
and effected their rescue2 To some Of you
who have loved and served the Lord,
heaven will be great picture gallery OF
remembrance Hosts of the glorified will
never forget you. All, that is way Of
building monuments that shall never feel
the touch of decay. / do cot ask you to
suppress this natural desire Of being re-
| membered after you are gone, but l only
want you to put your memorials into
shape that shall never weaken or fade.
During the course of my ministry I 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 any,
thing that Rembrandt ever put on canvass
Father Grice, Dewitt c. Moore, Father
Voorhees,, E. P. Hopkins, William
Stephens, John Van Rensselaer,, Gasherie
Dewitt, DIR. Ward and hundreds of others,
all of them gone out of this life, but / hold
the memory OF them and will hold them
them forever They cannot escape from
me- l will remember them just as they
looked on earth, and l will remember many
of you after the earth has been an extinct
planet tor ages infinite. Oh, what stuff the
memory is for monument building!
AS in Egypt that December afternoon.
ID - 1I, ,s,,l ~v,l
mounted to return to Cairo, we took our
last look at the Pyramid of GiZeh And you
know these 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 immortal! My
voice is the voice of God. He designed me-
Isaiah said would be sign and a witness.
l saw Moses when he was Lad. l wit
messed 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 Hypatia for
her virtues was slain in yonder streets.
Alexander the Great. Sesostris and Ptol-
envy admired my proportions. Herodotus
and Pliny sounded my praise. am old, l
am very old. For thousands OF years
have watched the coming and going of gen.
creations. They tarry only little while,
but they make everlasting impression. l
bear on my side the mark of the trowel
and chisel of those who, more than 1000
years ago expired 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 commemorat,on.
have not one word to say about any as
tronomer who studied the heavens from my
heights or any king who was Sepuichred in
my bosom. l am slowly passing away. l
am dying pyramid. 1 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 soul
that will outlast me and all my brotherhood
of pyramids. Live for eternity! Live for
God! With the shadows of the evening
now falling from my side, l pro-
nounce upon you benediction. Take
it with you across the Medit-
lantic God only is great! Let all the earth
keep silence before him. Amen" And
then the lips of granite hushed, and the
great giant of masonry wrapped himself
again in the silence of ages. and as l rode
away in the gathering 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 still the seasons
smile,
And rolls-rich gift of God-exhaustless
Nile"