News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1894-11-08

the last time.
Oh, the long agony of earthlT separa-
toni 1t 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
er, and make outCry to God to help us
and TO the 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 J.t 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-
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 ono wild wall of agony1 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 l 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 CraPs.
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 culver and
curl in the torture and drop thick blood
These separations are wine presses, into
which our hearts, like red clusters, are
thrown, and then trouble turns the
windlass round and round .Entil 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 out of emf
grant ship for foreign shore. No tolling
of bell as the funeral passes. Whole
generations i'll glory. Hand to hand,
heart to heart, joy to joy. No creeping
up the limbs of the death chill, the feet
cold until hot fiannels cannot warm
them. Norattle 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 surgeon S
knife must cut. The dentists pinchers
must pull. Pain is fought with pain.
The world is a hospital. Scores of dis
eases, like vultures contending for a car
cass, struggle as to which shall have it.
Our natures are infinitely 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
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 Old
age passes, dizzy and weak and short
breathed and dim sighted. On every
northeast wind come down pleurisies
and pneumonias. War lifts its sword
and hacks away the life of whole gener-
Tho fol ~ loa
into the ear of God their complaint.
Asiatic choleras and ship fevers 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. 1t is on the wave, on the mast.
ON the beach. Wounds from clip of ele
plant S tusk and adder's sting and cree
odile's tooth and horses hoof and
wheels revolution. We gather up the
infrmities Of our parents and transmit
to our children the inheritance aug
mented by our own sicknesses, and they
add to them their own disorders, to
pass the Inheritance to other genera
lions. In A. D. 262 the plague in Rome
smote into the dust 5, 200 citizens daily.
In 544, in Constantinople, 1000 grave
diggers were not enough to bury the
dead. In 1918 ophthalmia seized the
whole Prussian army At times the
earth has sweltered with suffering
Count up the pains of Austerlitz,
where 80 QUO fell; of Fontenoy, where
100, 900 fell; of Chalons, where 300, 900
fell; of Marius' fight, in which 900, 600
fell; of the tragedy at Herat where
Genghis Khan massacred ], 600, 900 men,
and Of Nishar where he slew !, TAT, coo
people; of the IS, 900, 900 this monster
sacrificed in IA 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, 600 men sacrificed in one cam
paign of Xerxes. Think of the 1870, 000
that persisted in the siege of Ostend, of
800, 900 dead at Acre, of l, 100, 900 dead
in the siege Of Jerusalem, of 1876, 900
of the dead at Troy, and then complete
the review by considering the stupen-
dous estimate Of Edmund Burke, that the
loss by war had been 30 times the en-
| tire then ,)resent pOpulation of the globe