Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1894-11-16

Ou OFCIG uOElu6tSt "lnI come GOWN pIcuE
ises and pneumonias. War lifts its sword
and hacks away the life of whole genera
tions. The hospitals of the earth groan into
the ear of God their complaint. Asiatic
choleras AMI 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 inirmtties 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 Constanti-
nople, 1000 gravediggers 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
of Chalons, where 300,0 900 fell; of Marius'
fight, in which 290 900 fell of the tragedy
at Herat where Gcnghis Khan massacred
1,600, GOO men, and of Nshar. where he slew
], TAT, 900 people ;of the 100000 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 900, 900
men sacrificed in one campaign of Xerxes.
Think of the 10000 that persisted in the
siege of Ostend o. 300 900 dead at Acre, of
!, 100 900 dead in the siege of Jerusalem, of
], $4,000 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-five times the
entire then present population Of the globe.
Go through and examine the laceratiOns-
fhn CvnnShHt fraPtnroc thn S9hnr wounds.
the gashes Of the battleax, the slain of bomb
shell and exploded mine and falling wall
and those destroyed under the gun car
riage, 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 1t in one chain, pour it
out IN one groan. distill it 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 this? A
deserter from Sevastopol, coming over to
army of the allies, pointed back to the fort
ress and said, "That place is perfect hell. y
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," ''grief, bitterness"
"heartache," "misery," "twinge," "pang,"
&IlctlOu, duSulSU,
latton," ''wretchedness," "woe" But have
a glad sound for every hospital. for every
stckroom, for every lifelong invalid, for
every broken heart. "There shall be no
more pain" Thank God! Thank God
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 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. 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 dunno
sing. From that bath of infinite delight we
shall step forth. our WEAKNESS forgotten.
Who are those radiant ones? Why, that one
had Eis jaw shot off at Fredericksburg that
one lost his eyes in a powder blast that one
had his back broken by fall from the ships
haIyards that one died of gangrene in the
hospital. No more pain. Sure enough,
here is Robert Hall, who never before
saw q well day, AMI Edward Pay
son, whose body was ever torn of
distress, and Richard Baxter, who passed
through untold physical torture. ALI well.
No more pain. Here. too, are the Theban
legion, a great host Of $685. put to the sword
for Christ's sake. No distortion on their
countenance. No fires to hurt them, or
floods to drown them, or racks to tear them.
All we'll. Here are the Scotch COvenanters,
nona 10 hunt them now. The dark cave and
imprecations of Lord Claverhouse ex-
changed for temple service, and the pres
ence of Him who helped Hugh Lattmer out
OF the fire. All well. No more pain.
I set open the door Of heaven until there
blows on you this refreshing breeze. The
fountains OF God have made it cool, and the
gardens have made it sweet. do not
know that Solomon ever heard on hot day,
the ice click in an ice pitcher, but he wrote
as if he did when he said, 'As cold waters
to thirsty soul, so is good news from a far
country"
Clambering among the Green Mountains
was tired and hot and thirsty, and 1 shall
not forget how refreshing it was when, after
awhile. heard the mountain brook tumb-
ling over the rocks. had no cup, no chalice,
so l got down on my knees and face to
drink. Oh, ye climbers on the journey, with
cat feet and parched tongues and fevered
temples, listen TO the rumb!ing of sapphire
brooks, amid dowered banks, over golden
shelvings. Listen "The Lamb which is in
the midst of the throne shall lead them unto
living fountains OF water" l do not offer it
to you in a chalice. To take this you must
bend. Get down on your knees and on your
face, and drink out OF this great fountain of
Gods consolation. 'And, 10, l heard
voice from heaven, as the voice of many
waters"