The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1894-12-07

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each other full in the face for the last
time. We will be sitting togethers some
evening, or walking together some day,
and nothing will be unusual in our APP
pearance our conversation; but God
knows that it is the last time, and mes
sengers from eternity on their errand
to take us away, know it is the last
time; and in Heaven, where they make
ready for our departing spirits, they
know it is the last time.
Oh, the long agony of earthly separa-
ton! 1t is awful to stand in your nur-
sery fighting death back from the
couch of your child, and try to hold
fast the little one, and see all the time
that be is getting weaker, and the
breath is shorter, and make cutlery to
God to help u.s. and to the doctors to
save him, and see it is of no avail, and
then to know that his spirit is gone,
and that you have nothing left but
the casket that held the jewel, and
that in two or three days you must even
put that away, and walk around about
the house and find it desolate, some
times feeling rebellious, and then to
resolve to feel differently, and to re-
solve on self-control, and just as you
have come to what you think is perfect
self-control, to suddenly come upon
some little coat or picture, or shoe
half worn out, and how all the Hoods
of the soul burst in one wild vail OF
agony Oh, my God, how hard it is to
part, to close the eyes that never can
look merry at our coming, to kiss the
hand that will never again do us a
kindness. I know religion gives great
consolation in such an hour, and we
ought to be comforted; but anyhow
and anyway you make it, it is awful
On steamboat wharf and at rail-car
window we may smile when we say
farewell; but these good-byes at the
death bed, they take hold of the heart
with iron pincers, and tear out by the
roots until all the fibers culver and
curl in the torture and drop thick
blood. These separations are wine
presses in which our hearts, like red
clusters, are thrown, and then trouble
turns the windlass round and round
until we are utterly crushed and no
more capacity to suffer, and we stop
, crying because we have wept all our
tears.
On every street, at every doorstep,
by every couch, there have been part
: ings. But once past the heavenly por-
tails. and you are through with such
scenes forever. In that land there are
many hand-claspings and embracings,
but only in recognition. That great
home-circle never breaks. Once find
+ your comrades there, and you have
) them forever. No Grape floats from
. the door of that blissful residence.
= No cleft hillside where the dead
d sleep. All awake. wide awake, and
= forever. No pushing out OF emigrant
|. ship for foreign shore. No tolllng OF
:, bell as the funeral passes. Whole
n generations of glory. Hand to hand,
4 heart to heart, JOY to joy. No creep
e ing up the limbs of the death chill, the
e feet cold until hot fiannels can not
r warm them. No rattle OF sepulchral
e gates. No parting, no pain.
Further, the heavenly city will have
no pain of body The race is pierced
o with sharp dlstresses. The surgeons
y knife must cut The dentists pincers
y must pull Pain is fought with pain
r The world is a hospital. Scores OF
,, diseases like vultures contending for
e carcass, struggle as to which shal
r have it. Our natures are Infinitely
'e susceptible to suffering. The eye, the
IS foot, the hand, with immense capacity
Is of anguish
'e The little child meets at the entrance
'e of life manifold diseases. You heal
the shrill cry of infancy as the lance
S. strikes into the swollen gum. Io'
10 see its head toss in consuming fever
e. that take more than half of them int
re the dust. Old age passes, dizzy ant
IL weak and. t-breathed and dim
Is SIGHTED. On every northeast wine
t. come down pleurisies and pneumonias
re War lifts its sword and hacks away tn
IL life of whole generations. The hosp
,r tails of the earth groan into the ear
God their complaint. Asiatic cholera
in and ship fevers and typhoids and Lon
ne don plaques make the worlds knee
ar knock together.
to Pain has gone through every stree
I'd and up every ladder and down ever,
H. shaft. 1t is on the wave, on the mast
ID on the beach. Wounds from clip O
a. elepbant's tusk and adder's sting, an
tb crocodile's tooth, and horses hooi
no and wheels revolution. We gathe
": mn the infirmities of our parents an
he transmit to our children the inheritanc
to augmented by our own sickness, an
nd they add them to their own disorders
n to pass the inheritance to other ger
On erations. In A. d. 262 the plague
Rome smote into the dust five thot
Mt sand citizens daily. In 544, in Cor
o. stantinople, thousand grave-diggeI