Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1893-1895, 1894-11-05

In heaven, where they make ready for
our departing spirits, they know 1t is
the last time
Oh, the long agony of earthly separa-
tlonl 1t is awful to stand in your nurs-
cry lighting death back from the couch
OF your child, and try to hold fast the
little one, and see all the time that he is
getting weaker, and the breath is short
er, and make outcry to God to help MS
and to the doctors to save him, and see
1t 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 davs
you must even put that away and walk
around about the house and find it des-
olate, sometimes feeling rebellious, and
then to resolve to feel differently and to
resolve 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 agonyl 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 a kindnessl 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.
No Tears Nor Grape.
On steamboat wharf and at rail car
window we may smile when we say
farewell, but these goodbys at the death
bed-they just take hold of the heart
with iron pinchers and tear it out by
the roots until all the fibers culver and
curl in the torture and drop thick blood.
Those separations are wine presses, into
which our hearts, like red clusters, are
thrown, and then trouble turns the
windlass round and round until we are
utterly crushed and have no more ca
pacity 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 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 bliss
full residence. No cleft hillside where
the dead sleep All awake, wide awake,
and forever. No pushing ont of emf
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. Nc
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 hospital. Scores of dis.
eases, like vultures contending for a car
cass, struggle as to which shall have it.
Our natures are infinitely susceptible tc
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. Ole
age passes, dizzy and weak and short
brea he'd and dim sighted. On every
northeast wind come down pleurisiei
and pneumonias. War lifts its SWORD
and hacks away the life of whole gener'
ations. The hospitals of the earth groaI
into the ear of God their complaint.
Asiatic choleras and ship feyers and ty
phoids and London plaques make the
worlds knees knock together.
Earthly Suffering
Pain has gone through every street
and up every ladder and down every
shaft. Ii is on the wave, on the mast
on the beach. Wounds from clip Of ele
phant's tusk and adder's sting aud croo
odile's tooth and horses hoof anc
wheels revolution. We gather mp th'
infrmities Of our parents and transmit
10 our children the inheritance aug
mented by our own sioknesses, and they
add 10 them their own disorders, u
pass tho inheritance 10 other genera
tions. In A. d. 262 the plague IN hom'
smote into the dust ., 900 citizens daily
In b4A, IN ConstantnOple, 1000 grave
diggers w6re not enough 10 bury th'
dead. In 1918 ophthalmia seized th'
whole Prussian army AZ times ih'
earth has swoltered with suffering
Count up the pains Of Anslorllif
where 80, 900 foil of Fontenoy whnn
100, 900 foil of Chal0ns whore BOO oo'
fell of Marius fight IA which sao, oo'
| fell ~ tho tragedy al huaL WAu
! Genghis Khan massaornd !, 900, 900 mon
and N Rishar, where ho SLOW lIfL oO
people, ~ tbs b, 900. 900 ihis monrir
saonfoed iu "a years Va ho went foll
10 do as ho doolarad, " okinmlnAle ga
eutifo Chinese nation and make lls' eill
pilo q pasture for cattle
Think " th0 death thrpes " ih
b OOO. 900 map saonnood ip nnp cam
paign ~ KnfAw Think ~ lhr isV' po
, ihat pershrd iu lhr si,gg ~ palniA' a
} 400 900 dead IA Aur. ~ \ 700 nup NtA