Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1896-11-11
great city. 1t hath mightier populations
longer streets. BRIGHTER lights. thicker darke

great city. 1t hath mightier popuIatioat
longer streets, brighter lights. thicker darke
neeses.
Cesar is there and all his subjects. Nero
ls there and all his victims. City OF kings
and psupers! 1t has swallowed up in its im-
migrations Thebes and Tyre and Babylon
and will swallow all our cities. Yet city OF
silence. No voice. No hoof. No wheel.
No clash. No smtting Of hammer. No clack
Of flying loom. No jar. No whisper. Great
,ity Of silence! OF all its million million
hands not one of them is lifted. OF all its
sparkles. or all its million million hearts
not one pulsates- The living are in small
minority.
II, in the movement of time, some great
should be put. and God called up all the
dead and the living to decide it. as We lifted
our hands. and from all the resting places OF
the dead they lifted their hands, the dead
would outvote us. Why, the multitude OF
the dying and dead are as these autumnai
leaves drifting under our feet to-day. We
march on toward eternity, not by companies
Of 100, or regiments Of 1000, or brigades of
10000, but i,6OO, ,O0o,0 900 abreast! Marching
on! Marching on!
Again, as with variety OF appearance the
leaves depart. so do we. You have noticed
that some trees at the first touch OF the frost
lose all their beauty. They stand withered
and uncomely ana ragged waiting for the
northeast storm to drive them into the
mire. The sun shining at MONDAY gilds
them with no beauty. Ragged leaves. Dead
leaves No one stands to study them. They
are gathered in no vase. They are hung on
no wall. SO death smites many. THERE'S
no beauty in their departure. One
sharp frost OF sickness or one blast
of the cold waters and they are gone.
No tinge OF hope. No. prophecy of
heaven. Their spring was all abloom with
bright prospects. Their summer thick
foliaged with opportunities But October
came, aud their glory went out. Frostedi In
early autumrb 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 wa a black
frost last night, and you know that from
that day everything will wither. SO mon
seem to get along without religion amid the
annoyances and vexations OF life that nip
them slightly here and nip them there. But
after awhile death comes. II Is black fros-
and all 10 ended.
| Oh, what whitening and scattering death
makes among those not prepared to meet 1t.
They leave everything pleasant behind them
their house, their families, their friends.
their books, their pictures, and step out OF
/ the sunshine into the shadow. They QUIZ
/ the presence OF bird and bloom end wave TO
/ 20 unbeckoned and unwecomed. The bower
I In which they stood and sang and wovs
shaplets and made themselves merry has
gone down under an awful equinoctical. No
oeil can toll one-hali the dolefulness of their
condition. Frosted
But, thank God, that is not the way peo.
! ple always die Tell me on what day Of all
the year the leaves of the woodbine are as
bright as they are to-day So Christian
character Is never 80 attractive as In the dy-
Ing hour. Such go into the grave. not as
dog, with frown and harsh voice, driven tn'
TO kennel. but they pass away calmly.
brightly, swsetly, Srandly. A, the leaf! a.
the leafl
Lastly, as the leaves fade and fall only tA
rise. 50 do we. All this golden shower OF the
woods Is making the ground richer, AN In
the juice and sap and life OF the tree tne
south wind will blow the resurrection
trumpet, and they will rise. so we fall in
the dust only to riss again. The hour Is
coming whom ali who are in their graves
shall hear His voice and come forth. 1t
would be a horrible consideration to think
that our bodies were always to lie In the
ground. However beautiful the flowers you
plant there, we do not want to make our
everlasting residence in such place. =.
have with these eyes seen so many OF
radiant faces OF my friends, that do not
want to think that when close them IN
death I shall never open them again 1t ID
sad enough to have a hand or foot ampu.
tated. In hospital, after soldier had had
mis- hand taken off he said, "Goodby, dear
good service" and burst into tears. iti a
more awful thing to think Of having the
whole body amputated from the soul Tor
ever. I must have my body again, TO see
with, to hear with, to walk with. with this
hand must clasp the hand OF my loved ones
when have passed clean over Jordan and
with it wave the triumphs OF my King. Aha,
we shall rise again We shall rise againl As
the leaf As the leaf!
Crossing the Atlantic the ship may found
or ana our bodies be eaten by the sharks, but
God tameth leviathan, and we shall come
agair In awful explosion Of factory boiler
our bodies may be shattered into hundred
fragments In the air. but God watches tnS
disaster, and We shall come again. He will
drag the deep, and ransack the tomb, and
upturn the wilderness, and torture the noun
tain, but He will find US and fetch US out and
I'D TO Judgment and to vi tory.
We shall come up with perfect eye, with
perfect hand, with perfect foot and with per-
kect body All our weaknesses left behind
We fall. but we rise; We die. but We live
Aeatnl We moulder away. but we come to
higher unfolding! As the leaf! As the ieab