The state chronicle., 1891-08-04
WILLIAM BINGHAM
MED at Bingham School, N. c.
July 26, 1891.

July &c, 1891.
special Cor to STATE CHRONICLE.
Once more the dark shadow has
crossed our pathway, and a loved
has felt that transition which men
call death.
On Sunday, July 26, William
BINGHAM awoke in Immortality.
Although his pilgrimage through
| life is ended, yet with us he still
lives. !.
The influence and example of
that young life is strong to-day in
many hearts. He possessed a noble
soul-broad and deep-a nature
true and generous, lovable in the
SIGHT of God and man. He was
my friend, and more in truth, a
brother-not by the accident of
birth, but by deliberate choice
and hence / loved him. His
life was the exponent Of
nobility, and the very essence
of manhood. He was true hero;
one who could smother the hearts
anguish and sorrow, while bravely,
faithfully and cheerfully answer
ing every duty's call. Humanity,
the common attribute was his, but
in him, twas uncommonly devel-
oped. He was Gods child because
he loved his fellow man. A friends
sorrow was his own, and in little
things his kindly nature, too was
strong. His every action displayed
that sympathy which binds soul to
soul and gives to life its roseate
hue. All through his long, long
pain the sunny side Of his youthful
nature made all around him cheer
full. He bore all without murmur.
Lies pains only served to remind
him of better day. In
his darkest hours as in the
shades of the evening he saw stars
that were before invisible. And so
for days and weeks and months he
suffered and in silence, till one
morning, jnst as the pure sunshine
filed the world with life and light
he fell asleep. 1t was a peaceful
sleep-God-given and eternal.
To know that he is gone, to real
ize that never again shall his brigh
face be seen or the cordial grasp o
his hand be felt, is a thing next t.
the impossible. He whom we al
loved so tenderly, our Will is dead
The sick no more shall feel his gen
tie touch; the gloomy and despond
ent friend no more shall listen t
his words of comfort. The anther
Of his life is finished. The majo
and the minor chords have all bee
struck. The grand Amen ha
sounded.
Human nature can but accept,
cannot comprehend the decree (
heaven. The peak that is neare
the storm-cloud is nearer the sta1
Of light. In the hour of trial it
from the Father that the chil
receives comfort. Only the Autht
Of all love can draw from tt
narrowed soul the words, eth
will be DONE" God alone can he
the broken heart and make us fe
that death is but going
Out of the shadow Of sadness.
Into the sunshine Of gladness,
Into the light of the blest;
Out of land very dreary,
Out of world of the weary,
Into the rapture of rest.
Out of the world of the wailing,
Ihronged with the anguished and q
Out Of the world of the sad,
INTO I the world that rejoices-
world of bright visions and voices
Into the world of the glad.
Another life full Of promise
ended. Another home is made d.
olate. Another grave is dug wit
In the lonely church yard. A S
and brother sleeps there now.
lis the oft repeated story Of h
man anguish. Still beyond t
,ueepening shadows that lie alo
mes ,. rugged highway, the gloric
IInht OF his immort alifu ever shin