Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1891-11-05
man whose work has never peen
recognized on earth viii come to a

man whose work has never peen
recognized on earth viii come to a
special honor. The Ecumenical
Council, now in session ashinGst on,
itsndelegates the honored represl 6ta-
tives of fifty million Methodists III all
parts of the earth, will at every ses-
sion do honor:to. the memory OF John
Wesley, but wonder if any of them
will think to twist a garland for the
memory of humble Peter Boiler, the
Moravian,, who brought John Wesley
into the kingdom of God. L rejoice
that all the thousand who have been
toiling on the pyramid OF righteous
ness 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 UMPIRE
tending man who saved asoul. Then
the trowel will be more honored than
the scepter.
Further, carrying out the idea of
my text, the pyramid is a sign and q
witness that big tombstones are not
the best way of keeping ones self
affectionately remembered. This
pyramid and the 50 other pyramids
still standing were built for
granite and limestone by which
we stand today to cover the memory
OF a dead king. TWAS thegreat West
minister Abbey of the anciehts. Some
say that Cheops was the king who
built this pyramid, but it is uncertain.
Who was Cheops, anyhow? All that
we know 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.
SOME OF The FINEST MONUMENTS
are over people that 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 monument; Moses, the great
est lawyer that ever lived, no monu-
ment; Paul, thegreatest preacher that
ever lived, no monument; Christ, the
savior OF the world and the rapture
OF heaven, no monument. Apyramid
over scoundrelly Cheops, but only
shingle with a lead pencil epitaph over
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 Boulanger, the notori-
GUS libertine. Yet it is natural to
want to be remembered.
do not ask you to suppress this
natural desire of being remembered
after you are gone, but only want
you to put your memorials into a.
shape that shall never weaken or fade.
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 OF 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 human
lied and with lips of stone it seemed
to speak and cry out: CLEAR me, man,
mortal and immortal! My voice is the
voice OF God. He designed me- Isaiah
said would be sign and witness.
l saw Moses when he was lad. l
witnessed the long procession of the
Israelites as they started to cross the
Red Sea and Pharaoh's host in pur-
suit of them. The falcons and the
eagles OF many centuries have brushed
my brow. I stood here when Cleo
patra's barge landed with her sorcer-
les, and Hypatla for her virtues was
slain in yonder streets. Alexander
the Great, Sesostris and Ptolemy ad-
mired my proportions. Herodotus
and Plinty sounded my praise. I am
very old. For thousands of years 1
have watched the coming and going of
generations. They tarry only little
while, but they make everlasting i'm
pressions, I bear on my side the mark
OF the trowel and chiseI of those who
more than four thousand years ago
expired.
BEWARE WHAT YOU d.
Oh, man! for what you dog
long after you are dead! Ifyd
be affectionately remember
you are gone, trust not to All
ly commemoration. I have
word to say about any astS
who studied the heavens fl
heights or any king who was
red in my bosom. I am slot
ing away. I am dying pN
shall lie down in the dust oil
and the sands of the desert q
er me, or when the earth q
go. But you are immors
feet with which you climbed
today will turn to dust, but
a soul that will out last nh
my brotherhood Of pyramid
for eternity! Live for Col
the shadows of the evening nj
from my side, pronounce j
a benediction. Take it VI
across the Mediterranean.
with you across the AtlanN
only is great! Let all the ed
silence before him. Amen!"
the lips of the granite husheds
great Giant of Masonry wrau
self again in the silence of agea
| rode away in the gathering
this course of sermons wash