The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-11-05

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I ings and embracings, but only in reCogni-
! ton That great home circle never
| breaks. Once ind your comrades there,
and you have them forever. No Grape
floats form the door Of that bhssful resi-
dence. No cleft hillside where the dead
sleep. An awake. wide awake. and for
ever No pushing out Of emigrant ship
for foreign shore. No tolling of bells 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 knife
must cut. The dentists pincers must
pull. Pain is fought with pain. The
world Is a hospital. Scores Of diseases
like vUltures contending for a carcass
struggle as to which shall have it. Our
natures are infinitely susceptible to sur
fering. 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 sry OF infancy as the lancet strikes
into the swollen gum. You see it's head
toss in consuming fevers that take more
than half of them into the dust old
age passes, dizzy, and weak, and short
Dreal0eQs ana ulm-SlGnteu. On every
northeast wind come down pleurisies and
pneumonias. War lifts its sword and
hacks away the life of whole generations.
The hospitals of the earth groan into the
ear of God their complaint. Asiatic chol-
eras 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
lie m he Nayay 10 On he haaph
Wounds from clip of 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 inherit
ance augmented by our own sicknesses,
and they add TO them their own disor-
ders, to pass the inheritance to other
generations. In A. ID. 262 the plague in
Rome smote into the dust 5000 citizens
daily. In 54 in Constantinople, LOCO
grave diggers were not enough to bury the
dead. In 1913, 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 100000 fell; of the
tragedy at Herat, where Genghis Khan
massacred 1000 900 men, and of Nishur,
where he slew 1,747OOO people; of the 49,
years, as he went forth to do as he de
clared, to exterminate the entire Chinese
nation and make the empire a pasture for
cattle. Think of the death throes of the
100000 men sacrificed in one campaign of
Xerxes. Think of the 10000 that per
ished in the siege of Ostend, of 100000
dead at Acre; of 100000 dead in the siege
of jerusalem of 1,Sl6,000 of the dead at
Troy, and then compute the review by
considering the stupendous estimate Of
Edmund Burke, that the loss by war had
been thirty-fve times the entire then pres
ent population of the globe.
Go through and examine the decorations,
the gunshot fractures, the saber wounds,
the gashes of the battle ak, the slain of
bombshell and exploded mine and falling
wall and those destroyed under the gun,
carriage and the hoof of the cavalry horse
the burning 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
1t out in one groan, distiu it into one tear
Ay, the world has writhed in six thous-
and years of suffering. Why doubt the
possibility of a future world of suffering
when we see the tortures that have been
inflicted in this? A deserter from Sebas-
topol coming over to the army of the al
lies pointed back to the fortress and said;
THAT place is a 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, 50
grief" bitterness" "heartache," mis-
ery." "twinge" "pang," torture" '-af-
Fiction" anguish" CIRCULATION"
"wretchedness, d." woe" But / have a
glad sound for every hospital, for every
sick room, for every lifelong invalid, for
every broken heart. There shall be no
more pain" Thank God! Thank Cod
No malarias float in the air. No bruised
foot treads that street. No weary arm.
No painful respiration. No hectic flush.
No one can drink of that healthy foun-
tain and keep faint hearted and faint
headed. He whose foot touches that pave
ment becomes an athlete. The first kiss
of that summer air will take the wrinkles
from the old mans cheek. Amid the null
titude 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
a hart, and the dumb sing. From that
bath of infinite delight we shall step
/ forth, our WEAKNESS forgotten. Who are
| those radiant ones? Why, that one had
/ his jaw shot off at Fredericksburg: that
! one lost his eye in a powder blast; that
/ one had his back broken by fall from
/ the ships halyards; that one died of gan
/ creme in the hospital No moro pain
Sure enough here is Robert Hall, who
never before saw well day, and Edward
/ Payson, whose body was ever torn OF
distress, and Richard Baxter, who passed
through untold physical torture. All well
/ No more pain. Here, too, are the ThebaU
| legion, a great host of 66G6 put to the
sword for Christs sake. No distortion OF
their countenance. No fires to hurt them
or floods to drown them, or racks to teal
them. All well. Here are the Scotch
/ Covenanters, none to hunt them now
The dark cave and imprecations of LORD
Claverhouse exchanged for temple ser
vice, and the presence of him who helped
Hugh Latimer out of the fire. All well
! No more pain.
set open the door of heaven until Their,
| blows on you this refreshing breeze. TIL,
/ fountains Of God have made ii cool, ant
gardens have made II sweet. | do no
know that Soloman ever heard on a no
day, the ice click in an ice-pitcher but h,
wrote as If he did when he said, AS cole
waters to a thirsty soul, so is good new,
| from far country"
Clambering among the Green Mountain,
] was tired and hot and thirsty and shall
not forget how refreshing IL was wher
after a while, heard the mountain brool