Connecticut western news., 1891-10-22

tllOuSanuS SoilS up Io luke tllelr placeS, and the pyramids will continue to rise until the millennial morning gilds the completed work, and the toilers on these heights shall take off their aprons and throw down their trowels, crying, 'It is finished"
 Your business and mine is not to build pyramid, but to be one of the hundreds of thousands who shall ring a trowel or pull a rope or turn the crank of derrick or cry ''Yo, heave! while lifting another block to its eleva- tion Though it be seemingly small work and a brief work, it is a work that shall last forever In the last day many a man and woman whose work has never been recognized on earth will come to a special honor. The ecumenieal council, now in session at Washington, it's delegates the honored representatives of fifty million Meth odists in,all parts of the earth, will at every session do honor to the memory of John Wesley, but I wonder if any of them will think to twist a garland for the memory of humble Peter Bohler, the Moravian, who brought John Wes- ley into the kingdom of God.
 rejoice that all the thousands who have been toiling on the pyramid of righteousness will at last be recognized and rewarded-the mother who brought her children to Christ, the Sabbath teacher who brought her class to the knowledge of the truth, the unpretend- ing man who saved soul Then the trowel will be more honored than the scepter. As a great battle was going on, the soldiers were ordered to the front and a sick man jumped out of an ambulance in which he was being car ried to the hospital. The surgeon asked him what he meant by getting out of the ambulance when he was sick and almost ready to die. The soldier answered: ''Doctor, am going to the front had rather die on the field than die in an ambulance" Thank God, if we cannot do much we can do a little
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 Further, carrying ou; the idea of my text, the pyramid is a sign and a wit ness that big tombstones are not the best way of keeping ones self affection ately remembered This pyramid and the sixty nine other pyramids still stand ing were built for sepulchers, all this great pile of granite and limestone by which we stand today, to cover the memory of a dead king. It was the great Westminster abbey of the an cients. Some say that Cheops was the king who built this pyramid, but it is uncertain. Who was Cheops, anyhow? All that the world knows about him could be told in a few sentences. The only thing certain is that he was bad and that he shut up the temples of worship and that he was hated so that the Egyptians were glad when he was dead
 This pyramid of rock, seven hundred and forty feet each side of the square base, and four hundred and fifty feet high, wins for him no respect. If a bone of his arm or foot had been found in the sarcophagus beneath the pyra- mid, it would have excited no more veneration than the skeleton of a camel bleaching on the Libyan desert; yea, less veneration, for when saw the car cass of a camel by the roadside on the way to Memphis, said to myself,
 Poor thing, 1 wonder of what it died" We say nothing against the marble or the bronze of the metropolis. Let all that sculpture and horescence and ar borescence can do for the places of the dead be done, if means will allow it But if after one is dead there is nothing left to remind the world of him but some pieces of stone, there is but little left.
 Some of the finest monuments are over people who amounted to nothing while they lived, while some of the worthiest men and women have not had above them a stone big enough to tell their name. Joshua, the greatest warrior the world ever saw, no monu- ment; Moses, the greatest lawyer that ever lived, no monument; Paul, the greatest praa cher that ever lived, no monument; Christ, the Saviour of the world and the rapture of heaven. no monument. A pyramid over scoun- drelly Cheops, but only a shingle with lead pencil epitaph over many a good mans grave. Some of the finest obituaries have been printed about the worst rascals. Today at Brussels there is a pyramid of flowers on the grave of Boulapger, the. notorious libertine. Yet it is natural towant to be remem- bered
 While there seems to be no practical use for post morteln consideration later than the time of ones great-grandchil- dren, yet no one wants to be forgotten as soon as the obsequies are over. This pyramid which Isaiah says is sign and witness demonstrates that neither limestone nor red granite is competent to keep one affectionately remembered. Neither can bronze, neither can Parian marble neither can Aberdeen granite do the work. But there is something out of which to build an everlasting monument, and that will keep one freshly remembered four thousand years yea, forever and ever. It does not stand in marble yards. It is not to be purchased at mourning stores. Yet it is to be found in every neighborlood, plenty of it, inexhaustible quantities of it. It is the greatest stuff in the uni verse to build monuments out of. l refer to the memories of those to whom we can do a kindness, the memories of those whose struggles we may alleviate, the memories of those whose souls we may save.
 All around Cairo and Memphis there are the remains of pyramids that have gone down under the wearing away of time. and this great pyramid of which