The Penn's Grove record., 1896-11-06

longer streets, brighter lights. thicker dark'
nesses. s
Cesar Is there and all his subjects. Mere
Is there and all his victims. City Of hngi
and paupersl 1t has swallowed up In Its i'm.
migrations Thebes and Tyre and Babylon
silence. No voice. No hoof. No wheel.
No clash. No shifting Of hammer. No claok
Of flying loom. No jar. No whisper. Grea,
city of silence! OF all Its million million
hands not one OF them Is lifted. OF all its
million million eyes not n Of them
sparkles. OF all its million million hearts
not one pulsates. The living are In small
minority.
If, In the movement OF time, some great
question between the living and the dead
should DO put, and God called up all the
lead and the living to decide 1t, 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 muliitute OF
the dying and dead are as these autumnal
leaves drifting under u feet to-day. We
march on toward eternity, not by companies
Of 100, or regiments OF 1000, or brigades OF
0 1000, but 1900, 000, 900 ABREAST Marching
onl Marching ont
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 wlthered
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 leaves. Dead
leaves. No one stands TO study them. They
are gathered In no vase. They are hung on
no wall. SO death smites mlny There IL
no beauty In their departure. Ons
sharp frost OF sickness or n blast
off 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, and their glory went out. Frosted In
early autumn the frosts CONS, but do not
seem to damage vegetation. They are light
irosts. 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 wlther. So men
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. 1t Is a black fross
and all Is ended.
Oh, what whitening n scattering death
makes among those not prepared to mset it.
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 quit
the presence OF bird aud bloom and wave 10
90 unbeekoned and unweloomsd. The bower
III WulCn tucS blptu duo bduh hhA WV
,haplets and made themselves merry has
gone down under an awful equinocticaL, No
bell eau toll one-half the delefulness of their
condition. Frosted
But, thank God, that is not the way PEG.
Pile always die. Tell me on what day OF all
the year the leaves of the woodbine are as
bright as they arc to-day So Christian
character IL never so attractive as In the dy-
ing hour. Such 20 into the grave, not as q
dog, with frown and harsh voice, driven in'
10 a kennel. but they pass away calmly.
brightly, sweetly, grandly. As the leaf! As
the leaf
Lastly, as the leaves fade and fall onlyts
rise, SO do we. All this golden shower of the
woods Is making the ground rsoher, an IN
the juice and sap and life Of the tree the
leaves will come up again. Next May the
south wind will blow the resurrection
trumpet, and they will rise. SO we fall in
the dust only to rise :again. The hour ts
toming when ali who are In their graves
shall bear His voice aud come forth" 1t
would be q horrible consideration to think
that our bodies were always to- lie In rms
ground. However beautiful the flowers you
plant there, wedo not want to make our
everlasting residence in such q place.
I have with these eyes seen so many OF
the kiories OF the natural world n the
radiant faces Of my friends, that I do not
want to think that when ! close them in
death 1 shall never open them again. II 10
sad enough to have a hand or foot anpu.
ta.ed. In a hospital after a soldier had Q
his hand taken Of ne said, "doodby, dear
old hand, you had done me a great deal Of
good service" and burst into tears. II is a
more awful thing to think Of having the
whole body amputated from the soul for
ever. I must have my body again, to see
with, to hear with, to walk with. With this
hand I must claspthe hand of my loved ones
when I nave passed clean over Jordan and
with 1t wsvs the trinmphs Of my King. Aha,
we shall rise again We shall rise againl A.
the leaf As the leaf!
Crossing the Atlantic the ship may found
en- aud our bodies be eaten byt sharks, but
God tameth leviathan, and We shall come
again. In awful explosion OF factory boiler
our bodies may DO shattered into a hundred
fragments in the air, but God watches the
disaster, and we shall come again. He viii
drag the deep, and ransack the tomb, and
upturn the wilderness, and tortureth noun.
tain, but He will lnd us and fetch US OUT and
up to Judgment and to vlttory.
We shall COM up with perfect eye, with
perfect hand, with perfect foot and with per-
iect body. All our weaknesses left bahind.
We fall, but we rise; we die. but we live
againl We moulder away, but we come TO
higher unfoldingi As the leatl As the Leaf