The Monitor-register. [volume] (Woodstown, Salem Co., N.J.) 1892-1972, 1896-10-30

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had our good time. Let them coma on
and have their good time. There 10 mo
signing among these leaves TODAY no
cause other leaves are to follow then,
After lifetime of preaching. doctorino
selling, sewing or digging, let us cheer.
fully give way for those who come on
to do the preaching, doctoring, selling.
sewing and digging God grant that
their life may be brighter than ours has
been. AS we get older do not let ms he
affronted If young men and women
crowd us little. We will have had onr
day, and we must let them have theirs
When our voices get cracked, let us NOT
snarl at those who can MARBLE. When
our knees are stiffened, let us have ma
thence with those who go fleet as the
deer. Because our leaf is fading do
not let us despise the unfrosted. An.
tumn must not envy the spring. Old
men must be patient with bows. DR..
Guthrie stood up in Scotland and said
You need not think am old because
my hair is white. never was SO young
as am now" l look back to nv child
hood days and remember when in win
ter nights in the sitting room the chill
dren played the blithest and the gayest
of all the company were father and
mother. Although reaching fourscore
years of age, they never got old.
Do not be disturbed as you see good
and great men die. People worry when
some important parsonage passes off the
stage and say, His place will never be
taken. " But neither the church nor
the state will suffer for it, There will
be others to take the places. When God
takes one man away, he has another
right back of him. God is so rich in
resources that he could spare 5000
Summerf1elds and Saurins, if there were
so many. There will be other leaves as
green, as exquisitely veined, as grace
fully etched, as we'll pointed. However
prominent the place we fill, our death
will not jar the world. One falling leaf
does not shake the Adirondacks A ship
is not we'll manned unless there be an
extra supply of handsome working
on deck, some sound asleep in their
hammocks. God has manned this world
very we'll. There will be other seamen
on deck when you and I are down in
the cabin, sound asleep in the ham,
mocks.
Not Alone We Perish.
Again, as with the leaves, we fade
and fall amid myriads of others. One
cannot count the number of plumes
which these frosts are plucking from the
hills. They will strew all the streams;
they will drift into the caverns; they
will soften the wild beasts lair and fill
the eagles eyrie.
All the aisles of the forest will be COW
cred with their carpet, and the steps of
the hills glow with wealth of color
and shape that will defy the looms Of
Administer. What urn could hold the
ashes of all these dead leaves? Who
could count the hosts that burn on this
funeral pyre of the mountains?
So we die in concert. The clock That
strikes the hour of our going will sound
the going of many thousands. Keeping
OH, Nth tho foot of fbncQ wi n
out will be the tramp of hundreds doing
the same errand. Between 80 and 70
people every day lie down in Green
wood. That place has over 200, 900 Of
the dead. 1 said to the man at the gate.
"Then, if there are SO many here, you
must have the largest cemetery" He
said there were two Roman Catholic
cemeteries in the city, each of which
had more than this. We are all dying.
London and Picking are not the great cit
les of the world. The grave is the great
city. 1t hath mightier population, lon
ger streets, brighter lights, thicker dark
nesses. Caesar is there, and all his SUBJ
jects Nero is there, and all his victims.
City of kings and paupers! 1t has swal-
lowed all our cities Yet, City of ST.
lence. No voice, no hoof, no wheel,
no clash, no shifting of hammer, no
clack of flying loom, no jar, no whis-
per. Great City of Silence! Of all its
million million hands, not one of them
is lifted Of all its million million eyes,
not one of them sparkles. OF all its mil
lion million hearts, not one pulsates.
The living are in small mi4ajty.
If in the movement of (1ne some
great question between the s1xz3 ed
the dead should be put and God tlau
up all the dead and the living to decide
it, as we lifted our hands and from A@<
the resting places of the dead they ~
their hands, the dead would Qutvota
Why, the multitude of the dying
dead are as these autumnal leaves drift.
| ing under our feet today. We march ou
toward eternity, not by companies O. n
| hundred, or regiments of a thousands W
| brigades of ten thousands, but sixtee1
hundred millions abreastl Marching ont
| Marching on!
Beauty Withers.
Again, as with variety of appearance
the leaves depart, so do we. You nave
noticed that some trees, at me firsPtouch
of the frost, lose all their beauty; they
stand withered and uncomely and
ragged, waiting for the northeast storm
| to drive them into the mire. The sun
shining at MONDAY gilds them with no
beauty. Ragged leayesl Dead leavesl
| No one stands to study them. They are
| gathered in no vase. They are hung on
no wall. So death smites many. There
is no beauty in their departure, One
| sharp frost of sickness, or one blast oil
| the cold waters and they are gone. NO
tinge of hope No phophecy OF heaven.
Their spring was all abloom with bright
| prospects, their summer thick foliaged
with opportunities; but October came,
and their glory went. Frosted In early
autumn the frosts come, but do not seem
to damage vegetation. They are light
frosts. But some morning you look out
| of the window and say, There was
black frost last night, and you know
that from that day everything will
b, wither. So men seem to get along with
| out religion amid the annoyances and
yexations of life that nip them slightly
here and nip them there. But after
awhile death comes. 1t is black frost,
and all is ended.
Oh, what whitening and scattering
death makes among those not prepared
to meet it! They leave everything pleas.
ant behind them-their house, their
families, their friends, their books, their
pictures-and step out of the sunshine