The Sussex Republican., 1894-11-10

so all Of Ch SITS poor wake up at las
without any Of t.; ir disadvantages
almshouses, for 1 ey are all princes; n
rents to pay, for ne residence is gratu
itqns; no garments to buy, for the robe
aare diginely ia ;hioned; no seats i
church for poor folks, but equalit
among temple yorshipers; no novels
no hard crusts. no insufficient apparel
"Thoy shall hanger no more, neithe
thirt any morn, neither shall the SUI
light on them nor any heat. No NOR
pail
No More Parting.
Further, there will be no pain of part
ing, All these associations must SOM
time break up. We clasp hands ant
walk together, and talk and laugh ant
weep together, but we must after awhil
separate. Your grave will be in OH,
place, mine in another. We look eacl
other full in the face for the last time
We will be sitting together some even
ing or walking together some day, ant
nothing will be unusual in our appear
anoe or our conversation, but God knows
that it is the last time, aud messengers
from eternity on their errand to take
us away know it is the last time, and
Tn hesveie wheEe they make ready for
our departing spirits, they know it is
the last time.
oh, the long agony of earthly separa-
tionl II is awful to stand in your nurs-
cry fighting 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
or, and make outory to God to help us
and to tho 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 des-
plate, sometimes feeling rehellious, 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 OF shoe half worn
out and how all the floods of the soul
btsgt 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 kindnessl | know
religion gives great consolation in such
an hour, and we ought to be oomforted,
but anyhow and anyway you make it
ii 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 pincbers and tear it out by
the roots until all the fibers quiver and
curl in the torture and drop thick blood.
These separations are wine presses, into
which our hearts, like red clusters, are
thrown, ard 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
Bu5 on 3 past the heavenly portals, and
ydve ast through with such scenes for
e~f IA thnS land there nre many hand
clafpings 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 out 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 flannels cannot warm
them. Norattle,of sepulohral 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 pinchers
must pull. Pain is fought with pain.
The world is hospital. Scores of dis
sases, like vultures contending for car
sass, struggle as to which shall have it,
oaf natures are infinitely susceptible to
suffering. The eye, the foot, the hand,
with immense capacity of anguish.
The little child meets at the entrance
If life manifold diseases. You hear the
thrill cry of infancy as the lancet strikes
nto the swollen gum. You see its head
oss in consuming fevers that take more
han half of them into the dust. Old
Age passes, dizzy and weak and short
,reathed and dim sighted On every
northeast wind come down pleurisies
md pneumonias War lifts its sword
md hacks away the life of whole gener-
Itions. The hospitals of the earth groan
nto the ear of God their complaint
Asiatic oholeras and ship fevers and ty-
'hoids and London plaques make the
worlds knees knock together.
Earthly Suffering
Pain has gone through every street
nd up every ladder and down every
haft 1t is on the wave, on the mast,
n the beach. Wounds from clip of ele-
and adder's sting and oroo-
dile's Etocth sand horse's hoof and
yhe& 's4pvoin$ion. We gather up the
nffiS4fies of FOUR parents and transmit
. our children the inheritance aug
lented by our own sicknesses, and they
id to them their own disorders, to
ass the inheritance to other genera
ions. In A. d. 262 the plague in Rome
mote into the dust 8, 900 citizens daily
n 544, IN Constantinople, 1000 grave {
iggers were not enough to bury the
cad. In 1918 ophthalmia seized the !
hole Prussian army. At times the I
arth has sweltered with suffering.
Count up the pains of Austerlitz,
here 80, QUO fell; of Fontenoy, where