The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1894-11-14

that he is getting weaker, and the
breath is shorter, and make outcry to
God to help us, 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 floods
of the soul burst in one wild wall 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
kindness. know religion gives great
consolation in such al hour, and we
ought to be colnforted; but anyhow
and anyway you make it, it il "wfrl.
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 fbers 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, nt 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-c;rcle 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 foreign shore. No tolling OF
bell Us the funeral passes. Whole
generations of glory. Hand to hand,
heart to heart, joy to joy. No creep.
ing up the limbs of the death chill, the
feet cold until hot Aannels can not
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 dlstresses. The surgeons
knife must cut. The dentists pincers
must pull. Pain is fought with pain.
The world is 6. hospital. Scores of
diseases like vultures contending for a
carcass. struggle as to which shall
have it. Our natures are infinitely
susceptible 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 feyers
that take more than half of them into
the dust. Old age passes, dizzy and
weak andI short-breathed and dim
sighted. On every northeast wind
come down pleurisies and pneumonias.
War lifts its sword and hacks away the
life of whole generations. The hospi-
tails of the earth groan into the ear of
God their complaint Asiatic choleras
and ship fevers and typhoids and Lon
don plaques make the worlds knees
knock together.
Pain has gone through every street
and up every ladder, and down every
shaft. It is on the wave, on the mast,
on the beach. Wounds from clip OF
eleghant's tusk and adder's sting, and
crocodile's tooth, and horses hoof,
and wheels revolution. We gather
up the infrmities of our parents and
transmit to our children the inheritance
augmented by our own sickness, and
they add them to their own disorders,
to pass the inheritance to other gen.
erations. In A. D. 269 the plague in
Rome smote into the dust five thou
sand citizens daily. In 544, in Con-
stantinople, thousand grave-diggers
were not enough to bury the dead. In
1918 ophthalmia seized the whole Prus-
sian army. At times the earth has.
sweltered with suffering.
Count up the pains of Austerlitz,
where thirty thousand fell; of Fonte-
noy, where one hundred thousand fell;
Of Chalons, where three hundred thou
sand fell; of Marius' fight, in which
two hundred and ninety thousand fell;
of the tragedy at Herat, where Genghis
Khan massacred one million six hun
dred thousand men, and Nishar, where
he slew one million seven hundred and
forty-seven thousand people; of the
eighteen million people this monster
sacrificed in fourteen years, as he
went forth to do as he declared,
to exterminate the entire Chinese
nation and to make the en-
pire pasture for cattle.
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