Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1894-11-05

forted; but anyhow ana anyway you
make it, il is awful.
On steamboat wharf and at rail-car
window we may smile when we say fare
well; but these good-byes at the death
bed, they just take hold of the heart
with iron pincers, aud tear it out by the
roots until all the fbers culver and curl
in 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 until we are utterly
crushed, and have no more capacity to
suffer. and we stop crying because
WE HAVE wEpr ALL OUR TEARS.
On every street, at every doorstep,
By every couch, there have been part
ings. But once past the heavenly por-
tails, and you are through with such
scenes forever. In that land there are
many hand-claspipzs and enbrscings,
but only in recognition. That great
home circle never breaks. Once ind
your comrades there, and you have
them forever. No Grape floats from
the door of that blissiul residence. No
cleft hillside where the dead sleep. All
awake, wide awake, and forever. No
pushing out OF emigrant ship for for
eign 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 limos
of the death-chill, the feet cold until
hot flannels cannot warm them. No
rattle 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 surgeons
knife must cut. The dentists pncers
must pull. Pain Is fought with pain.
The world is hospital. Scores OF dis
eases like vultures contending for car
cass, struggle for which shall have 1t.
Our natures are Infinitely susceptible to
suffering. The eve, 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-
atoms. The hospitals Of the earth
groan into the ear Of God their com
plant. Asiatic choeras and ship fevers
and typhoids and London plaques make
the worlds knees knock together.
Pain has gone through every street,
aud up every ladder, and down every
shaft 1t is on the wave, on the mast,
on tie beach. Wounds from clip of ele-
phant's tusk, and adder's sting, and
crocodile'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
tions. In A. d. 262 the plague in Rome
smote into the dust 5000 citizens daily.
In 544, In Constantnople, 1000 grave
diggers were not enough to bury the
dead. In 1913. ophthalmia seized the
whole Prussiau army. At times the
earth mas sweltered with suffering.
COUNT UP THE PAINS
of Austerltz, where 10000 fell; of Fon-
tenroy, where 1000 fell; of Chalons,
where 800, 600 fell; of Martius' fight, In
which 900, 900 fell; OF the tragedy at
Herat, where Genghis Khan massacred
900, 900 men, and Of Nishar, where be
slew 1,747, 900 people; Of the 100000
this monster sacrificed iL fourteen years
as he went forth to do as he declared,t TO
exterminate the entire Chinese nation
and make the empire pasture for cat
tie. Think OF the death throes Of the
5000, 600 men sacrificed in the campaign
of Xerxes. Think of the 1900 that
persisted In the siege Of Ostend, Of 3d.
600 dead at Acre, OF 1,100,0 dead In
the siege Of Jerusslem: of 1916, 900 of
the dead at Troy, and then complete
the review by considering the stipend
Gus estimate of Edmund Burke, that
the loss by war had been thirty-iive
times the entire then present popua-
ton Of the globe.
Go through aud examine the Iacera-
tions, the gunshot fractures, the sabre
wounds, the gashes OF the battle-axe,
the slain OF bombsbell and exploded
mine and falling wall, and those de-
stroyed under the gun carriage ADD the
hoof OF the cavalry horse, the burning
thrsts, the swamp fevers, the frosts
that shi7ered, the tropical sun that
smote. Add it up, gather 1t into one
llue, compress it into one word, spell IL
in one syllable, clank it in one chain,
pour it out in one groan, distill II into
one tear.
Ay, the world has writhed in six
thousand years of suffering. Why doubt
the ossibility of future world OF suf-
fering when we see the tortures that
have been inflicted in this? A deserter
from Sebastopol coming over to the
army of the allies, pointed back to the
fortress and said, THAT place Is per-
feet hell"
OUR PHOTOGRAPHERS,
aware of the immense necessity Of hav-
ing plenty of words to express the diff
ferent shade OF trouble, have strewn
over their pages such words as annoy
ance," distress" "grief," "btter-
ness" "heartache, ""misery, ""twinge,"
"pang," torture" ''affliction," IAN
guish," articulation" "wretched ness"
"woe." But 1 have glad sound for
every lifelong invalid, for every
broken heart. There shall be no more
pain" Thank Cod 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 becometh
an athlete. The first kiss Of that sum-
mer air will take the wrinkles from the
old mans cheek. Amid the multitude