Connecticut western news., 1894-11-08
it is awful.
No Tears Nor Grape.


 farewell, but these goodbys at the death bed-they just take hold of the heart with iron pinohers and tear it out by the roots until all the fbers culver and curl in the torture and drop thick blood. These separations are wine presses, into which our hearts, Nike red clusters, are thrown, and then trouble turns the windlass round and round until we are utterly crushed and have no more ca paoity to suffer, and we stop crying be- cause we have wept all our tears
 On every street, on every doorstep, by every couch, there have been partings. But once past the heavenly portals, and you are through with such scenes for ever. In that land there are many hand claspings and embraoings, but only in recognition. That great home circle never breaks Once find your comrades there, and you have them forever. No crape floats from the door of that bliss ful residence No cleft hillside where the dead sleep. All awake, wide awake, and forever. No pushing out of emil grant ship for foreign shore. No tolling of bell as the funeral passes. Whole generations in 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 s knife must out. The dentists pinohers must pull Pain is fought with pain. The world is a hospital Scores of dis eases, like vultures contending for oar cass, struggle as to which shall have 1t. 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 levers 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 it's sword and hacks away the life of whole gener- ations. The hospitals of the earth groan into the ear of God their complaint Asiatic choleras and ship levers and ty- phoids and London plaques make the worlds s knees knock together.
 Earthly Suffering.
 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 ele- phant's tusk and adder's sting and croo- odile's tooth and horses hoof and wheels revolution. We gather up the infrmities of our parents and transmit to our children the inheritance aug mented by our own sioknesses, and they add to them their own disorders, to pass the inheritance to other genera tions. In A. D. 262 the plague in Rome smote into the dust 5, 900 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 Austerhtz, where 30, QUO fell; of Fontenoy, where 100, 900 fell; of Chalons, where 800, 900 fell; of Marius' fight, in which 290, 900 fell; of the tragedy at Herat where Genghis Khan massacred 1, 500, 900 men, and of Nishar, where he slew 1, TAT, 900 people; of the IS, 900, 900 this monster sacrificed in IA years as he went forth to do as he declared, to exterminate the entire Chinese nation and make the em- pire pasture for cattle.
 Think of the death throes of the 5000, 900 men sacrificed in one oam- paign of Xerxes. Think of the 90, 900 that perished in the siege of Ostend, of 300. 00o dead at Acre, of 1, 100, 900 dead in the siege of Jerusalem, of 1,816, 900 of the dead at Troy, and then complete the review by considering the stupen- dous estimate of Edmund Burke, that the loss by war had been 35 times the en- tire then present population of the globe
 Go through and examine the lacera- tions, the gunshot fractures. the saber wounds, the gashes of the battleax, 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 burning thirsts, the camp levers, the frosts that shivered, the tropical snns that smote Add 1t up, gather it into one line, com press it into one word, spell 1t in one syllable, clank it in one chain, pour it out in one groan, distill 1t into one tear. !, Aye, the world has writhed in 6, 900 years of suffering. Why doubt the pos sibility of future world of suffering when we see the tortures that have been inflicted in thisa A deserter from Sevas- topol, 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, D ''misery,'' "twinge," ''pang," "tor- ture. "affiiction, anguish, !" ''tribu- lation," ''wretchedness, !" "woe." But I have glad sound for every hospital, for every siokroom, for every lifelong invalid, for every broken heart '"There shall be no more pain" Thank God Thank Godl
 Recognition.
 No malarias float in the air. Nc bruised foot treads that street. No wea. " arm. No painful respiration. Nc hectic flush. No one can drink of that healthy fountain and keep faint hearted or faint headed. He whose foot touches that pavement becometh an athlete. The first kiss of that summer air will take the wrinkles from the old mans cheek. Amid the multitude of songsters not one diseased throat. The first flash of the throne will scatter the darkness, of those who were born blind. See, the lame man leaps as hart and the dumf sing. From that bath of infinite deligh. we shall step forth, our weariness for gotten. Who are those radiant ones Why, that one had his jaw shot of al