The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-02-14
KEVERIES OF
A C0NVALtSCENT

Those dear old family physicians, the
disciples of Esculapius, what would we
do without them? God bless them.
every onel They are at the bedside
when our eyes first behold the light
of day; they are with us during life,
and they do not desert us until all hu
man skill is IN vain. How glad we
are to see one of them when we are
in despair, and how great burden is
lifted from our hearts when he assures
us that the patient is in no danger.
How we sometimes watch his counten-
ance to see if he is telling an assuring
lie, when we follow him out to the door
TO ask him in low voice a question
out of hearing of the sick room. No
eulOgy can be spoken or written that
will exaggerate the debt of gratitude
we owe these men, for they never
leave US from the cradle TO the grave.
Ore of the best of his class left my
bedside not long ago, after feeling my
pulse, looking at my tongue, and giving
the nurse the necessary instructions for
the night. I was to take a powder
every two hours. a pill every three
hours, a teasDoonful of syrup for my
cough every four hours, and tablet
occasionally to relieve the pain in the
back of nv head. l had mustard
plaster over my chest, another on my
back between the shoulders and hot
water bag.at my feet. 1t was a wicked
attack of pneumonia, supported by
heart failure and the grippe. No Won
der that the doctor called twice a day
to see me, and no wonder that l was
thinking constantly all through the
Silent watches of the long, long nights,
of the solemn hour of death. 1t might
occur at any time, and l asked myself
many questions about it that others
have often asked before me, and they
are questions that must be repeated to
the end of time, without ever receiving
satisfactory answer. Suppose l
should die tonight, what then? Would
l be conscious in the morning and
cognizant of what took place about
me? Could l see the fearful faces of
loved ones as they looked upon my
dead form? Would / hear the despair
ing wall of the children. and the heart
breaking sob of wife and mother? The
brain is the seat of thought in life, but
can one think. and know, and see when
the brain is dead with the rest of the
poor body? Who can answer Hamlet
thought that we might dream after
death. St. Paul says there is a terres-
trial body and a celestial BODY and
may be that when the soul has taken
L
have no need of q brain to think. But
are we sure that there is a hereafter
after all? Perhaps the Christian world
has been mistaken. and death is an
eternal sleep. The trumpet shall
sound and the dead shall awake"
What evidence is there that there is a
life beyond the grave? Can a man go
into Judge Johnson's court and prove
it? There is the resurrection of Christ
which we all believe to be a fact, but
no man can prove it. We believe it
is true, we hope it is, but we have no
absolute and irrefragible evidence of it.
ST. Paul says: IF Christ be not risen
we are of men the most miserable.
Read the following beautiful poem and
see how unsatisfactory it is. and how
little light even with the aid of poetic
license the author is able 10 throw unon
the subject of the condition of the souI
after death. All, if we only had the
use of the Y ray to penetrate the black
wall that hides the other world from
this so that we could see what lies be-
yond.
Beside the dead I knelt for drawer
And felt a presence as | nrayed
Lo. 1t was Jesus standing theref
he smiled: BE not afraid,