Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1893-10-02

could ave auOrQeQ bl6ms tuog WoAS
put away for the last slumber. Hear
il, mothers and fathers Of sailor boys,
whose ship went down in our last Au-
gust h%urrlcanel There are no Green
woods or Laurel Hills or Mount Au-
burns so beautiful on the land, as
there are banked and terraced aud
scOoped and hung In the depths or the
sea. The bodies Of our f~oundered and
sunken friends are girdled and canoDied
and housed with such glories as attend
no other Metropolis.
THEY WERE sWAMPED
IN l~ife-bosts, or they struck on Good
win Sands, or Deal Beach, or the Skier
r!es, and we're never heard Of, or disap-
peared with the City Of Boston, or the
Vile de Havre, or the Cymbria, or we're
run down by a fishing smack that put
out from New Foundland. But dismiss
your previous gloom about the horrors
Of ocean entOmbment.
When SeOastapOl was besieged in the
Anglo-F French wal Prince M~entschikof,
commanding the Russian Navy, saw
that the only way to keep the Engl'Sh
out OF the harbOr was 70 sink all OF the
Russian ships Of war in Is roadstead,
and so one hundred vessels sank
When, after the wal was over, our
American engineer, GOwan, descended
to the depths In a d%ivlng-bell, IL was an
impressive spectacle. One hundred
buried ships. But 1t is that nearly all
across the Atlantic Ocean. Ships SUNK
not by command Of .admirals, but by the
command Of cyclones.
But they all had sublime burial, ana
the surroundings amid which they sleep
the last sleep are more imposing, than
the Tai Mahal, the MauSOleum with
walls encrusted with precious n
and built bv the Great MOgul OF India
over his Empress. Your deIartedoDes
were buried in the Gardens or the Sea,
fenced of by hedges Of caroline. Inc
greatest ~ObseQuieS ever known on the
and were those of Moses, where no
one but God was present. The sublime
report Of that entOmbInent IS Ia the
Book Of Deuteronomy, which says tina
the Lord buried him, and OF those who
have gone down 70 slumber In the deep,
the same may be said-"The Lord
buried them" As Christ was buried In
q garden, so your Ship-wrecked friends
and those who could not survive Till
they reached port, were put down amid
iridescence-'in the midst OF the gar
den there wasa sepuichre." IL
HAS ALWAYS BEEN a MYSTERY
what was the particular mode by which
George c. Goodman, the pulpit orator
OF the Methodist Church and the Chap
lain Of the American Congress, left this
life after embarking for England on
the steamship President, March II,
ls4l. That ship never arrived In port
No one ever sigualed her, and on both
sides of the ocean 10 has for htty years
been questioned what became OF her.
But this 1 know about Goodman, that
whether il was iceberg or c~onhagration
mid-sea, or collision, he had more gar
lands on his ocean tomb than II, eXplr-
ing on land, each Of his million friends
had put q bouquet on his casket. In
the midst Of the garden was his sep
ulchre.
But that brings me TO notice the mis-
homer in this JOnahltic expression OF
the text. The prophet not only made a
mistake by trying TO go to Tarshlsh
when God told him TO 90 to Uneven,
but he made a mistake when be styled
as weeds these groWths that c~nwrapped
him on the day he sank. A weed Is
something that is useless. II is some
thing YOU throw out from the garden.
IL is something that chokes the e
Ii is something to be gruooed out from
among the cotton. II is something un-
slightly 70 the eye. 1t is an invader OF
the vegetable or floral world.
But this growth that sprang up from
the depth OF the Mediterranean, or
Aoated on It's surface, was among the
most beautiful things that God ever
makes. IL was a water plant known as
the red-colored Alga, and no weed at
all. It comes from the loom OF Infinite
beauty. 1t is planted By heavenly love.
Ii Is the star Of a sunken ornament. II
is a lamp which the Lord kindled. IL
is a cord by which to bind whole
sheaves Of practical suggestion. IL MS
poem all whose cantos are rung by d.
vine goodness. Yet we all make the
mistake that Jonah made in regard to
il. and call it weed. the weeds
were wrapped about my head" An!
that Is the trouble on the land as on the
sea. We call those weeds that are How
ers. Pitched upon the beach OF society
are children without home, without OPP
p~ortunitv for anything but sin, SEEM
ingly without God. They are
WASHED UP HELHLEss.
They are called ragamufins. They
ara smoker Of as the rakings OF the
World. They are waits. They are
street Arabs. They are lotsam and
ietsam OF the social sea. They are
Something To be left alone, or some
thing TO be trod on, or something 10
Give M 20 decay. Nothing but weed.
Thev are Nd the rickety stairs Of that
garrett. They are down the cellar OF
that tenement house. They sWelter IN
summer when they see not one BLADE OF
green grass, and shiver in winters that
allow them not one warm coat or shawl
or shoe. Such the city missionary
found In one Of our city rookerles, ana
when the poor woman was asked II she
sent her children 10 school, she re-
nlied. ',No, sir, 1 never did send 'em
m school. i know IL, they ought TO
learn but I couldn't. 1 try TO shame
him sometimes (t is my husband, SIR
hint he drinks and then boots me. (Look
at hat bruise on my face), and l tell
him 10 see what is comm to his child
rem. There's Peggy, goes selltn' fruit
every night in those cellars In WAFER
street, and they're bells, SIR sue
learning all sorts OF bad words there,
and don't get back till twelve o'cloc az
night. II it wasn't for her earnin,S
a sbiIIip' or two in them places, l should
starve. Oh, I wish they was out OF the
city. Yes, 10 is the truth; l wouIu
rather have sill my children dead tnah
on the street, but 1 can't help It." An
otbef one OF those poor women, FOUND