The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1894-11-30

where the dead sleep. All awake, wide
awake, and forever. No pushing out OF
emigranJ ship for foreign shore No tolling
of bell as the funeral passes. Whole genera
tons 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
hannels cannot warm Thorn. No rattle OF
sepulchral gntes. 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 pinchers must pull. Pain
is fought with pain. The world is hos
ptal. Scores OF diseases, like vultures
contending for a carcass, struggle as TO
which shall have it. Our natures sre inf
nitely 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 shril
cry OF infancy as the lancet strikes into the
swollen gum. You see its head in consum-
ing 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 pleur-
ises and pneumonias. War lifts its sword
and hacks away the life of whole genera
tons. The hospitals OF the earth groan into
the ear Of God their complaint. Asatic
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, on the beach.
Wounds from clip of elephants tusk and
adder's sting and crocodile's tooth and
horses hoof and wheels revolution. We
gather up the inflrmities OF our parents and
transmit to our children the inheritance
augmented by our own sicknesses, and they
add to them their own disorders, to pass the
inheritance to other generations. In A. D.
262 the plague in Rome smote into the dust
5000 citizens daily. In 544, in CONSTANT
nople, 1000 gravediggers were not enough to
bury the dead. In 1918 ophthalmia seized
the whole Prussan army. At times the
earth has swetered with suffering.
Count up the pains OF Austerlitz. where
$4,000 fell OF Fontenoy, where 100, 900 felkI
OF Chalons, where 100000 fell; of Marlus'
fight, in which 900, 900 fell OF the tragedy
at Herat where Genghis Khan massacred
1000 900 men, and of Nishar. where he slew
1,747 900 people ;ot the IS, 1000, 900 this mon
ster sacrificed in fourteen years as he went
forth to do as he declared. to exterminate
the entire Chinese nation and make the en-
pire pasture for cattle.
Think OF the death throes OF the 5000, 900
men sacrificed in one campaign of Xerxes.
Think Of the 10000 that persisted in the
siege OF Ostend, OF 100000 dead at Acre, Of
l 100, GOO dead in the siege of Jerusalem, Of
1876, 900 of the dead at Troy, and then COM
plete the review by considering the stupen-
dous estimate OF Edmund Burke, that the
loss by war had been thirty-avs times the
entire then present population Of the globe.
Go through and examine the decorations,
the Gunshot fractures, the saber wounds,
the gashes OF the battleax, the slain ofbomb-
shell and exploded mine AID falling wal
and those destroyed under the gun car
fiage, and the hoof of the cavalry horse,
the burning thirsts the camp feyers. 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 1t in one chain, pour II
out in one groan, distill 1t into one tear.
Aye. the world has writhed in 5000 years
of suffering. Why doubt the possibility OF a
future world Of suffering When we see the
tortures that have been inflicted in this2 A
| deserter from Sevastopol, coming over to
army Of the allies, pointed back to the fort
ress and said, Chat place is perfect hell u
Our photographers, aware Of the immense
necessity OF having plenty of words to ex
| press the different shades of trouble, have
strewn over their pages such words as can
noyance," "distress, "gref,n bitterness. >
"heartache, - misery" "twinge." "pang.'
"torture," "afrliction," "auguish." "tribu
lation," "wretchedness, " ''Woe." But hav,
glad sound for every hospital, for every
! sickroom, for every lifelong invalid. fol
every broken heart. "Hhers shall be nc
more pain" Thank God Thank God
No malarias float in the air. No bruised
foot treads that street. No weary arm. Nc
painful respiration. No hectic flush. Nc
one can drink Of that healthy fountain and
keep faint hearted or faint headed. He
whose foot touches that pavement becomes
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. Tho first fash
of the throne will scatter tho darkness
| of those who were born blind See The
lame man leaps as q hart and the dumt
sing. From that bath of infinite delight WI
shall step FORTH our WEAKNESS forgotten
| Who are those radiant oues2 Why, that one
had his jaw shot Off at Fredericksburg tha
one lost his eyes in powder blast that one
had his back broken by fall from the ships
halyards that one died OF gangrene in the
hospital. No more pain. Sure enough
here is Robert Hail. who never before
saw well day, and Edward Pay
son. whose body was ever torn o
distress, and Richard Baxter, who passea
through untold physical torture. Ali we'll
No more pain Here, too, are tho Thebau
legion, u great host OF G666 put to the sworC
for Christ's sake. No distortion on thei
countenance. No fires to hurt them, OF
floods to drown them, or racks to tear them
All WELL Here are the Scotch Covenanters
none to hunt them now. The dark cave ant
imprecations of Lord Claverhouse eX
changed for temple service, and the pres
ence OF Him who helped Hugh Lattmer on
OF the fire. All well. No more pain.
set open the door Of heaven until Their
blows on you this refreshing breeze. Tn
fountains of God have made it cool, and tn
gardens have made 1t sweet. ] do no
know that Solomon ever heard on a hot day
the ice click in an ice pitcher, but he wrot
as il he did when he said, GAS cold water
to a thirsty soul, so Is good news from II ia
country"
Clambering among the Green Mountains
was tired and hot and thirsty, and l shal
not forget how refreshing it was when, afte
awhile, heard the mountain brook tumt