The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1894-11-09

to kiss the hand that will never again
do us kindness. / 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 just take hold of the
heart with iron pincers and tear out
by the roots until all the fibers culver
and curl 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 partiugs.
But once past the heavenly portals. and
you are through with such scenes for
ever. 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 sleep. All
awake. wide awake. and forever. No
pushing out of emigrant ship for for
eign shore. No tolling of bell as the
funeral passes Whole generations of
glory. Hand to hand. heart to heart
joy to joy. No creeping up the limbs
of the death chill, the feet cold until
hot fannels cannot warm them. No
rattle of sepulchral gates. No parting,
no pain.
Further, the Heavenly City will have
no pain of body. The race is pierced
with sharp distresses- The surgeons
must pull Pain is fought with pain.
The world is hospital. Scores of dis
eases like vultures contending for a
carcass, struggle as to which shall have
it. Our natures are infinitely suscepti-
BILE to suffering. The eye. the foot,
the hand, with immense capacity of
anguish.
The little child meets at the entrance
of life manifold diseases. You hear
the shrill cry of infancy as the lancet
strikes into the swollen gum. You see
its head toss in consuming fevers that
take more than half of them into the
dust. Old age passes dizzy and weak
and short breathed and dim-sighted.
On every northeast wind come down
pleurisies and pneumonias. War lifts
its sword and hacks away whole gen.
erations. The hospitals of the earth
groan into the ear of God their COM
complaint. Asiatic choleras and ship
fevers and typhoids and London
plaques make the worlds knees knock
together.
Pain has gone through every street
and up every ladder and down every
shaft. 1t is on the wave, on the mast,
elephants tusk, and adder's sting, and
crocodiles tooth. and horses hoof, and
wheels revolution. We gather up the
infirmities of our parents and transmit
to our children the inheritance aug
mented by our own sicknesses, and
they add them to their own disorders,
to pass the inheritance to other gener-
atoms. In A. d. 262 the plague in
Rome smote into the dust 5000 citizens
daily. In 544 in Constantinople 1000
grave diggers were not enough to bury
the dead. In 1918 ophthalmia seized
the whole Prussian army. At times
the earth has sweltered with suffering.
Count up the pains of Austerlitz,
where 10000 fell: of Fontenoy, where
100000 fell: of Chalons, where 100000
fell: of Marius' fight, in which 29O, 600
fell; of the tragedy of Herat- where
Genghis Kahn massacred 100000 men,
and of Nishar, where he slew LIZ,
900 people; of the 5000, 900 people this
monster sacrificed in fourteen years,
as he went forth to do as he declared,
to exterminate the entire Chinese ma
ton and to make the empire pasture
for cattle. Think of the death throes
campaign of Xerxes. Think of the
40, 900 that persisted in the siege of
Ostend, of the 300, 900 dead at Acre, of
!, 100, 900 dead in the siege of Jerusalem,
of 1,s16, 600 of the dead at Troy, and
then complete the review by consider
ing the stupendous estimate of Ed
mund Burke-that the loss of war had
been thirty-five times the entire then
present population of the globe.
Go through and examine the LAGER
atoms, the gunshot fractures, the sa-
Der wounds, the gashes of the battle
AK, the slain of bombshell and exploded
mine and falling wall. and those de-
stroyed under the gun carriage and
the hoof of the cavalry horse, the burn
ing thirsts, the camp fevers, the frosts
that shivered, the tropical suns that
smote. Add it up, gather it into one
line, compress it into one word, spell it
in one syllable, clank it in one chain,
pour it out in one groan, distill it into
one tear.
Az, the world has writhed in 5000
years of suffering. Why doubt the
possibility of future world of suffer
ing when we see the tortures that have
been inflicted in this? A deserter from
Sebastopol coming over to the army of
the allies pointed back to the fortress
and said: That place is perfect
hell"
Our photographers, aware of the i'm
mense necessity of having plenty of
words to express the different shades
of trouble. have strewn over their
pages such words as annoyance -
distress "grief." bitterness. -
'.heartache,'' misery" ''twinge,"
''pang." torture" affection" IAN
guish, - ''tribulation, ''wretchedness. =
woe But / have glad sound for
every hospital, for every sick room.
for lifelong invalid, for every broken
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