The Indiana State sentinel., 1894-11-07

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All awake. wide awake, and forever No
pushing out of emigrant ship for foreign
shore. No tOlling Of bells 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 fiannels can
not warm them. No rattle Of Sepulchral
! gates. No parting, pain.
There Is No Pain in Heaven.
Further the heavenly city will have no
pain of body The race is pierced with
sharp distrssses. The surgeons knife
must cut The dentists pinchers must
pull. Pain is fought with pain. The
world is a hospital. Scores of diseases,
Ike vultures contending for carcass,
struggle as to which shall have it. Our
natures are infinitely susceptible TO suffer
ing. 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 pleurisles and
pneumOnas. War lifts its sword and
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The hospitals of the earth groan into the
ear Of God their complaint Asiatic
! chO.eras 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. II
/ IS on the wave on the mast. on the beach.
! Wounds from clip Of elephants tusk ana
! adder's sting and crocodile's tooth end
! horses hOOfs and wheels revolution. We
] cra.f bo iufi Of
] and transmit to our children the inherit
I ance augmented by our own sicknesses.
! and they add TO them their own disorders,
to pass the inheritance to other genera
! tiOns In a. ID. 262 the plague in Rome
/ sm0te into the dust 5000 citizens daily.
/ In 544, in ConStantinOpe, 1000 grave
| diggers were not enough TO bury me
! dead. In 1913 opthalmia seized the whole
| Prussian army. At times the earth has
swe.tered with suffering.
J Count up the pains Of Austerlitz, where
! $1,000 fell; of FOntenoy, where lOO,OOO 1cll;
! of ChalOns, where 100000 fell; of MariuS
] fight, in whicn 100000 fell; of the tragedy
! at Hcrat where GcEghis Khan maSsacred
| 500 900 men and of Nishar, where he
/ slew 1,747 600 people; of the 1S,OOOOOO this
/ monster sacrificed in fourteen years, as he
| went forth to do, as ne declared, TO eN-
! terminate the entire Chinese nation ana
| make the empire a pasture for cattle.
| Think of the death thrOeS of the 5,00O,OOO
/ men sacrificed i'm one campaign OF NerXes.
! Think Of the 10000 that perished in the
| siege of Ostend, of 100000 dead at Acre,
| of 100 900 dead i'm the siege of Jerusa-
! lem of S16. 600 of the dead at Troy and
/ then complete the review by considering
/ the stupendCus estimate of Edmund Burke
| that the loss by war had been thirty
! five times the entire then present pOpula-
ton of the globe.
Tale of the battlefield.
Go through and examine the acerations,
the gunshot fractures, the saber wounds,
the gashes of the battleax, the slain of
bon1bsbell and exploded mine and falling
carriage and the'hoof Of the cavalry horse,
the burning thirst. the camp fevers, the
J frOSts that shiVered, the tropical suns that
| smote Add it up. gather it into one line,
| compress il into one word spell it in one
| syllable clank it in one chain. pour 1t out
in one groan, distin it into one tear
All the world has writhed IN 5000 years
! OF suffering. Why doubt the possibility
Of a future world Of suffering wAen we
| see the tOrtures that have been inflicted
| in this? \ deserter from Sevastopol COM
| ing over to the armies of the allies
| pointed back to the fortress and said,
/ That place is perfect hell
! our photographers, aware of the i'm
mense necessity of having plenty of words
! 10 express the different shades Of trouble.
! have strewn over their pages such words
| as annoyance distress, grief,
bitterness" ''helrtache," misery"
| "twinge" 'pang" torture 'affiictlon,
| anguish" 'tribulation," 'wretchedness,'
| woe" But l have a glad sound for
every hospital, for every sickroom, for
| every lifelong invalid, for every broken
heart There shall be no more pain"
| Thank Cod Thank Godi No malarias
float in the air. No bruised foot treads
] that street. No weary arm No palnIuI
| 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 becOmeth 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 fash Of the throne will scatter the
| darkness of those who were born blind.
/ See, the lame man leaps as hart and
the dumb sing. From that BATH Of in
| finite delight we shall step forth, our
| weariness forgotten. Who are those radi-
| ant ones? Why, that one had his jaw
shot off at fredericksburg that one lost
| mis- eyes in a powder blast; that one had
| his back broken by a fall from the ships
| halyards: that one died of gangrene in
| the hospital. No more pain.
Sure enough. here is Robert Hail. who
I never before saw a well day, and Edward
PaysOn, whose body was ever torn of
| distress, and Richard Baxter, VINO passed
/ through untold physical torture. All well.
7 No more pain. Here, too, are the The
ban legion, a great host of 6,666 put to
the sword for ChriSt'S sake. No dlStOr-
! tion. on their countenance. No fires to
hurt them, or Hoods TO drown them, or
racks to tear them. All we'll. Here are
/ the Scotch Covenanters; none to hunt
| them now. The dark cave and impreca-
/ tions of Lord Claverhouse exchanged for
/ temple service, and the presence of him
I who helped Hugh Latimer out of the fire.
All well. No more pain.
Sweet Waters.
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
! a hot day the ice click in an ice pitcher,
but he wrote as if he did when ne said
"As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is
good news from far country"
Clambering among the Green mount
aims / was tired and hot and thirsty and
1 shall not forget how refreshing it was
when after awhile L heard the mountain
brook tumbling over the rocks. l had no
cup, no chalice, so 1 got down on my
knees and face TO drink. Oh, ye climb
ers on the journey with cut fees and
parched tongues and fevered temples,
listen 10 the rumbling of sapphire brooks,
amid fiowered banks, over golden sheiv-
ings! Listen. '"The lamb which is in the
midst of the throne shall lead them unto
living fountains of water" ] do not of
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