Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1895-03-02


described in St Peter, will 60 the stron-
ger lion described in Revelation, and it
will be no uncertain grapple, bat under
one omnipotent stroke the devouring
monster that woald Stay our soul shall
so reeling back into a pit 10000 times
deeper than that in which Benaiah slew
the lion on a snowy dry.
On Snowy Days.
a word to ali who are i'll snowy dry.
Oh, fathers and mothers who have lost
children, that is the weather that cuts
through body and soul But drive back
the lion of bereavement with the
thought which David Rae of Edinburgh
got from the Scotch gravedigger, who
was always planting white clover and
the sweetest flowers on the children S
graves i'll the cemetery. and when asked
why he did so replied: Surely, sir, l
Gamma make over fine the bed GOVERN O.
little innocent sleeper that's waitin
there till it's Gods time to waken it,
and cover it with the white robe, and
watt it away to glory. When sic gran
deur is waitin it yonder, it, fit it should
be decked DOT here. think the Saviour
that counts its dnst sac precious Will
like to see the white clover sheet spread
over it. Do yo moo think so, too, sir:
Cheer up all, disconsolates. The best
work for God and humanity has been
done on the snowy day. At gloomy Ma
rine Terrace, island of Jersey, the exile.
Victor Hugo, wrought the mightiest
achievement of his pen. Ezekiel, Danish
ed and bereft and an invalid at Corn
hill, on the banks of the Chebar, had his
momentous vision of the cherubim and
wheels within wheels. BY the dim light
of a dungeon window at Bedford, John
Bunyan sketches the Detachable Noun
tains. Milton writes the greatest poem
of all time without eyes Michael An
gelo carved a statue out of snow, and
all Florence gazed III raptures at its ex-
quisiteness, and many of Gods servants
have out of the cold cut their immortal
ity. Prosecutions were the dark back
ground that made more impressive the
courage and conservation of Savonarola,
who, when threatened with denial of
burial, said, Throw me into the Arno
if you choose; the resurrection day will
find mo, and that is enough. " Benaiah
on cold, damp, cutting snowy day
gained leonine triumph Hardship and
trouble have again and again exalted
and inspired and elorified their subjects.
H. hos tod H.
And Gourished nnconsumed in fire
Well, we have had many snowy days
within the past month, and added to
the chill of the weather was the chill
ing dismay at the nonarrival of the
ocean steamer Gaseogne, Overdue for
eight days, many had given her up as
lost, and the most hopeful were very
anxious. The cyclones, whose play is
shipwrecks, had been reported being in
widest romp all up and down the At
lantic. Tho ocean few days before had
swallowed the Elbe, and with unap-
peased appetite seemed saying, Give
US more of the best shipping. The Nor
mandie came in on the same track the
Gaseogne was to travel, and it had not
seen her. The Teutonic, saved almost
by the superhuman efforts of captain
and crew came in and had heard mo pnn
If distress from that MISSING s+ean,o,
There were pale faces and wringing
hands ON both continents and tears
rolled down cold cheeks on those snowy
days. We all feared that the worst had
happened and talked of the City of
Boston as never heard of after soiiino
and tho steamshin President ON which
the brilliant Goldman sailed. never re-
ported and never To he heard If AGAIN
until the timo when tbe sea gives mn
its dead. Bpt at last rnder most mower.
full glass at Fire island. a shin was seen
limping this way over the waters. Then
we all began TO hope that it might be
the missing French liner. Three hours
of tedious and agonizing waiting and
two continents in suspense. When will
tho eyeglasses at Fire island make rev
elation of this awful mystery of the sea?
There it is! Ia, hal The Gascopnel
Quick Wire the news to the ethyl
Swing the flags out on the towersl Ring
the bells! Sound the whistles Of the
shipping all the way up from Sandy
Hook to New York Battery "She's safe /!
She's safep' are the words caught M
and passed on from street TO street. at
is the Gascocne!' is the cry sounding
through all our delighted homes and
thrilling all the Geographic wires of the
continent and all the cables under the