Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1893-04-21

and sweet as a mothers kiss, his
was the home Of peace and conf
dence. No vision Of glory dim the
lustcr of his Preside, no ambition
could dull the calm delight of his
hearthstone, it was the abiding
place of domestic virtue. Chief
and empress of them all reigned
love, around whose throne shone
the mellow light Of Christian chart
ty,
The drerdcd day of death is but
an animal instinct, the falling of a
leaf is death, the whitening of a
flower is death, the changing Of
the foliage of the forest is death,
the wrinkles on our faces, the men
acing gray in our hair are but the
indications of the coming of the
great master that gives us repose,
his hand after all is soft as the
dew of the morning, it is not death
that is terrible, but it is the sepa-
ration from friends, and the inabil-
ity to converse with those that are
here, dying is but a disappearance
of the mist off of the mountain
crest, to be followed by the sun
shine of a life that is real. The
field of intimate and immesurable
space into which we drift is but
the domain of naked conjecture.
How many ships with full sail go
out upon the bosom of the stormy
deep, only to return battered and
worn, how many hearts began life
joyful and gladstone, to afterwards
beat irregular ticks like clock out
of time, how many things there
might have been for which the
longing heart sighed and failed to
acquire?
There are many faces in early
life gladdened with the joy of hope
and yet we have seen these smiles
fade into gloom and sink below
the horizon of humane happiness.
Does this after all furnish us with
any thing but hope inspired and
ambition blasted, unless we con-
template the problem which each
must solve? Can we not realize
that our departed friend and broth
er is folded in the loving arms of
eternal kindness in the REIN of
perpetual peace and happiness? And
has escaped the perplexities with
which we are arrayed and that he
is looking upon this world without
the bitterness of tears with which
human eyes are moistened. We
vainly struggle to reach and meas
ure the deep things that are hid
den from our mortal view, we seek
to count the STAIRS but the most of
them are beyond the reach of hui
man eyes, and our dull and stupid
minds do not know the deep things
that are hidden from us, there is
but one sure platform on which we
can stand, and that is this, that the
omnipotant ruler Of this world
knows and chooses for the best. The
aching heart and the sorrowing
mind looks forward to the sweet
Bye-and-Bye, where all who live
as he lived will strike the mellow
notes Of the golden Tyre in the
realm where the rainbow never
fades, and walks in the radiant
light that shines around the Ala
baster walls of the New Jerusalum.
Where the dropping flowers of this
life may be the erect and stalwart
ones of the ages to come, where the
sorrows that shroud the weary one
here will be Illuminated by the
eternal sun, that will make them
respondent forever, and the weary
eyes gazeing upon them will per-
ceive that the light OF Gods coun-
tanance shines through each soul
and will ultimately make it
beautiful and sercncly happy, this
is no vaine hope because it is as
sure as eternal justice itselfe, be-
cause it is the blessed promise Of
our Heavenly Father to all who
walk the way our Savior leads.
Mr.. Cation was noble hearted, his
thoughts and his deeds blended to-
gather like the notes that spring
from the vibrating strings of the
harp. 1t is inexpressibly sad to wit