The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1896-11-04

to wear. Let the blasts come. They
make room for other life.
So, when we go, 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 isno sighlng among these leaves
today because other leaves are to lol-
low them. After lifetime OF preach
ing, doctoring, selling, sewing or dls-
cine, let US cheerfullg give way Tor
those who come on tc do the preach,,
ing doctoring, selling, sewing and
6igpinc God grant that their HE
NAV BE- brighter than ours has been.
AZ we get older do not let us be az
fronted if young men aud women
crowd us little. We VIII nave naa
orr dav. and we must let them have
tboirs. When our voices get cracked,
let us not snarl at those who can war
ble. When our knees are stltleaed,
let us have patience with those VINO
90 fleet as the deer. Because our leaf
is fading do not let US despise the un-
frosted. Autumn must not envy the
spring. Old men must be patient with
boys. DR.. Guthrie stood up in Scot.
land and said: "You need no! think
I am old because my hair is white. |
never WAS 50 young as I am now" l
look back to my childhood days and
remember when in winter nights IN
the sitting room the children played
the blithest and the gayest Of all the
company were father and mother. Al.
though reaching fourscore years OF
age, they never got old.
Do not be disturbed IS you! see @ooo
and great men die. People worry
when someimportant parsonage passes
off the stage and say, His place will
never be taken" But neither the
church nor the state will suffer for 1t.
There will be others t,take the places.
When God takes one man away, ne
has another right back of him. God
is so rich in resources that he could
spare 5000 Summerfelds aud Saurins,
if there were 50 many. There will be
other leaves as green, as eXqulsltely y
vetned, as gracefully etched, as well
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 well
manned unless there be an extra sup
ply 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 cao.n
sound asleep in the hammocks.
Again, as with the leaves, we fade
and fall amid myriads of others. Oae
cannot count the number Of plumeS
which these frosts are pluck
ing from the hills. They will strew
ali the streams, they will drift into the
caverns, they will soften the wild
beasts liar and fill the eagles eyrie.
All the aisles of the forest will be
covered with their carpet and the steps
of the hills glow witha wealth of color
and shape that will defy the looms OF
Administer. What urn could hold the
ashes of all those 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 :hcscee
who carry us out>~~;;ll! 5o the tramp OF
hundreds Doing the same errand. Be
tween 50 and 70 people every day lie
kdoWn in Greenwood That place has
over 200, 900 of the dead. I said to the
man at the gate" Then, if there are
so many here, you must have the larg.
est cemetery" He said there were
two Roman Catholic cemeteries in the
city each of which had more than this.
We are all dying. Londo:, and Pek'
ing are not the great cities of the
world. The grave is the great city. Ii
hath mightier population, longer
streets, brighter lights, thicker dark
ness.
Cesar is there and all his subjects.
Nero is there and all his victims, City
of kings and paupers! 1t has swal.
lowed up in its immigrations Thebes
and Tyre and Babylon and will swal
low all our cities. Yet city of silence,
No voice, No hoof. No wheel. Nc
clash. No shifting OF hammer. Nc
clack OF flying loom. No jar. Nc
whisper. Great city Of silence! Oh
all its million million hands not one oi
them is lifted. Of all its million mil
lion eyes not one of them sparkles. Oh
all It's million million hearts not one
pulsates. The living are in small
minority.
II, in the movement OF time, some
great question between the living and
the dead should be put and God called
up all the :ad and the living to de
eide il, as we lifted our hands, and
from all the 'esting places OF the dead
they lifted theit hands, the dead would
outyote US. Why, the multitude ol
the dying ard the dead are as these
autumnal leaves drifting under oul
feet today. We march on toward eter
nifty, not by companies of 100, or reg
iments of l, 200. or brigades of 10, 900,
but 1000, 10000 abreast. Marching
on Marching on?
Again, as with variety Of appear
ance the leaves depart, so do we. You
have noticed that some trees at the
first touch of the frost lose all then
beauty. They stand withered and un
comely and ragged waiting for the
| northeast storm to drive them into the
n1ire. 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 is nc
beauty in their departure. One sharr
frost of sickness or one blast OIL the
cold waters and they are gone. Nc
tinge of hope No prophecy of heav
en-. Their spring was all abloom with
bright prospects. Their summer thick
foliaged with opportunities. But Octo
Der came, and their glory went
Frosted! In early autumn the frosts
come, but do not seem to damage veg