The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1893-06-15

Itle HoIlu lS 80 Sau place as some peO-
pie describe it to be-" The scene changes
Father is sick. The doors must be kept
shut. The deathwatch chirps doleful,y
on the hearth. The children whisper
and walk softly where once they romped
Passing the house late at night, you see
the quick "larclnY oi lights from room
TO room. II is all over. Death in the
summer house!
Here il an aged mOtHer aged, but
not intirm. You think you will have the
joy "tcaring Tor her wants good while
yet. As she goes from house to house
to children and grandchildren, her com.
in" IS n dropping OF sunlight in the
dwelling. GoIr children see her com.
ing through the lane. and they cry,
"GrNndmother's GOMEZ" Care for YOU
has marked up her face with mauy u
deep wrinkle, and her back stoops with
carr log s0ut burdens. Some day she is
very quel. She says she is not sick,
but something tells YOU you will not
much longer have mother. She Will sit
with YOU no more at the table nor at the
hcacth, Her soul goes out 50 gently you
40 pot exactly know the moment of its
| going. Fold the hands that have done
so many kiadncsses Tor you right over
|
ward YOU since you were born Let
the pll rim re 1t. She is weary. Death
in the summer house!
Gather about US what we will Of com
fort aud luxury. when the pale messen
ger comes he does not stop TO look at
the architecture Of the house before he
comes III, nor entering does he wait to
eXamiuc the pictures we have gathered
on the wall, or bending over your pill
low he does not sop to see whether
there is color in the cheek, or gentle
ness IN the eye, or intelligence in the
brow. But wat Of tha.? Must we
stand forever mourning among the
graves OF our dead. No! No! The pcO-
pie IN Bengal bring cages of birds to the
graves OF their dead aud then they open
the cages, and The birds % sinplug
heavcnward. 50 | would bring to the
graves OF your dead all bright thoughts
aud congratulations and bid them think
Of victory aud redemption. | stamp on
the bottom of the grave aud it breaks
through iato the h5nt and the glory of
| heaven.
The anc;entS used to think that the
| straits entering the Red sea were very
dangerous places, and they supposed
| that every ship that went through those
wer" in ihe habit of putting on weeds
OF mourning for those who had gone
on that voyage, rs though they were
actually dead. DO YOU know what
they called those straits? They called
them the Gate OF Tears" Oh, stand
today at the gat" Of tears through
which many Of your loved ones have
gone, and | want TO tell YOU that all
are not ShipWrecked that have gone
! rtlll
ocean stretching out heYOud
The sound that comes from that
other shore On still nights when we are
WrAppcd IN prayer makes me think
! Ihat IN" departed are not dead. We
drr the dead we who toll, we who
weep, who sin We are the dead. How
M nrart aches for human sorrow,
rms sound of breaking hearts that |
hear all about me. This last look of
laccS that Will never brighten again.
rms last KISS Of lips that never will
speak again. This widowhood and Or
phanage' On, when will the day of
sorrow he gone?
After the sharpe5, winter the spring
dl3mountS from the shoulder of !,
southern gale and puts its warm hand
upon thc earth, and in its palm there
comes the grass, and there come the
mowers, and God reads over the poetry
nouncc5 1t very good. What, my friend
II every winter had not its spring, and
every night its day, and every gloom
| us glow, and every bitter now
| us SWecthercatter? If you have
| been on the sea, YOU know,
| rs the ship passes in the night,
there is phoSphorescent track
lett behind II, and as the waters roll
up they toss with unimaginable splen-
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human trouble Jesus walks. On, that
III the phoSphorescent track Of his feet
we might all follow and be illummed.
There was gentleman in the rail
car who saw in that same car three
passengers OF very different circum-
stances. The first was maniac. He
was carefully guarded by his attend
ants; his mind like a ship dismasted,
was beating against dark, desolate
coast, from which no help could come.
me train stopped, and the man was
away perhaps through years of gloom.
Ihe second passenger was culprit.
me outraged law had seized on him.
AS the cars J0lted the chains ratified.
On his tace were crime, depravity and
despair. The train halted, and he was
taken out to the penitentiary, to which
ne mad been condemned. There was
lhe thlrd passenger under lar different
circumstances. She Was bride. Every
Cour was gay us Il marriage bell Life
g!lttercd and beckOncd. Her compan-
ION was taking her to his fathers
house. The train halted. The old
man was there to welcome her to her
new home, and his white locks showed
down u2on her as he sealed his word
with Il fathers kiss
Quickly we uy toward eternity. We
Will soon be there. Some leave this
life condemned culprts. They refused
a pardon; they carry their chains. on,
may 1t ne with us that, leaving this
ile"ting life for the next, we may find
our Father ready to greet us to our
new home with him forever. That will
be marriage banquet. Fathers wei
come. Fathers bosom, Fathers kiss.
lieaven' Heaven!
Horrible If True.
MONTEEAL, June AT an early
hour this morning three American
'rr0OkS' prDgSp1