The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-10-26

/ life.
So. when we CO. others take our spheres
! We do not grudge the future generations
/ their places. We will have had our good
! time. Let them come on and have their
/ good time. There is no signing among
| these leaves to-day, because other leaves
| are to follow them. After a lifetime OF
| preac ching, doctoring selling, sewing, or
| digging, let US cheerfully 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 us be affronted if young men and wo-
men crowd us a little. We will have had
our 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 pa
tience with those who go fleet as the deer.
Because our leaf is fading,do not let us de-
spise the unfrosted. Autumn must not
envy the spring. Old men must be patient
with boys. DR.. Guthrie stood up in Scot
land and said, you need not think l am
old because my hair is white; l never was
so young as | am now" l look back to
my childhood days, and remember when,
in winter nights, in the sittingroOm, the
children played, and the blithest and the
gayest of all the company were father
and mother. Although reaching fourscore
years of age, they never got old.
,gCA
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 viii 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 five thousands Summerhelds and
Saurins, if there were so many. There
will be other leaves as green, as eXquis-
itely veined, as gracefully 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 Adj
rondacks. A ship is not well manned I'M
less there be an extra supply of hands
some working on deck; some sound asleep
in their hammocks God has manned his
world very well. There will be other sea-
men on deck when you and | are down in
the cabin sound asleep in the hammocks.
Again; As with the leaves, we fade and
fan amid myrads 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 a wealth of color and
shape that will defy the looms of Axmin-
ster 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
step with the feet of those who carry us
out will be the tramp Of hundreds doing
the same errand. Between fifty and sew
enty people every day lie down in Green
wood That place has over two hundred
thousand of the dead. / said to the man
at the gate: "rhen if there are so many
here. you must have the largest ceme-
terry" He said there were two Roman
Catholic cemeteries in the city, each of
which had more than this We are all
dying. London and Pekin are not the
great cities Of the world. The grave Is
the great city. 1t hath mighter popula-
ton, longer streets brighter lights, thick
er darknesses. Caesar is there, and all
his subjects Nero is there, and all his
victims. City of kings and paupers. 1t
has swallowed up in its immigra-
tons Thebes, and Tyre and Babylon, and
will swallow all our cities. Yet, City Of
Silence. No voice. No hoof. No wheel
No clash. No shifting Of hammer. NO
caclx 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 it's million mill
lion eyes, not one of them spar
kles. OF all its million million hearts,
not one pulsates. The living are in small
minority.
IT, in the movement of time, some great
question between the living and the dead
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 the dead are
as these autumnal leaves drifting under
our feet to-day. We march on toward
eternity not by companies of a hundred,
or regiments of a thousand, or brigades
of ten thousand, but sixteen hundred mill
ion 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, and ragged
| waiting for the northeast storm to drive
/ them into the mire. The sun shining al
| MONDAY gilds them with no beauty. Rag
! ged leavesl Dead leaves! No one stands tc
study them. They are gathered in nc
vase. They are hung on no wall. Sc
death smites many. There is no beauty
/ in their departure. One sharp frost OF
sickness, or one blast off the cold waters
and they are gone. No tinge of hope. Nc
! prophecy of heaven. Their spring was
] all aDiOcm Win DIlBul prospectus, lHeAl
summer thick folaged with opportunities
but October came. and their glory went
Frosted In early autumn the frosts
come but do not seem to damage vegeta
ton. They are light frosts, But som'
morning you look out of the window anC
say, There was a black frost last night,
and you know that from that day every
thing will wither. So men seem to &c
along without religion, amid the annoy
ances and veXatons Of life that nip then
slightely here, and nip them there. Blu
after awhile death comes. 1t is a blacl
frost and all is ended.
Oh, what whitening and scattering
Ndeath makes among those not prepared L
meet it! They leave everything pleasan
behind them-their house, their families
their friends, their books their pictures
and step out of the sunshine into tn
shadow. They quit the presence of bird
and bloom and wave, to go unbeckone,
and unwelcomed. The bower in whicl
they stood, and sang, and wove chaplets
and made themselves merry, has gon
down under an awful equinoctical No bel
can toll one-half the dOlefulness OF thei
condition. Frosted
But thank God, that is not the way PEG