The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-04-25

side. No neuralgia for the nerves. Nc
rheumatism for the muscles. 1.-THE In.
habitants shall never say, I am sick. "
There shall be no moro pain"
Again, you ought to mako the best of
life's hnality. Now, you think l have q
very tough subject. You do not see how /
am to strike spark Of light out of the
flint of the tombstone. There are many
people who have an idea that death ia the
submergence of everything pleasant by
everything doleful. II my subject could
close In the upsetting of all such precon-
ceiyod notions, 1t would close well. Who
can Judge best of the features of man
those who are close by him or those who
arc afar of? "Oh," you say, those can
Judge best Of the features of q man who
are close by him!"
Now, my friends, who shall Judge of
the features Of death-whether they are
lovely or whether they are repulsiyep Your
You are too far off. If I want to get q
judgment as to what really the features Of
death are, l will not ask you. will ask
those who have been within a month of
death, or week of death, or an hour Of
death, or minute Of death. They stand
so near the features, they can tell. They
give unanimous testimony, II they are
Christian people, that death, instead Of
being demoniac, is cherubio. or all the
thousands Of Christians who have been
carried through the gates Of the cemetery
gather up their dying experiences, and
you will find they nearly all bordered on
JubiIate. How often you have seen dy.
ing man join in the psalm being sung
around bis bedside, the middle Of the verse
opening to let bis ransomed spirit free,
long after the lips could not speak look
ing and pointing upward.
Some of you talk as though God had ex-
hausted himself In building this world,
and that all the rich curtains he ever made
he hung around this planet, and all the
flowers no ever grew he has woven into the
carpet Of our daisied meadows. No. This
world is not the best thing God can do.
This world is not the best thing that God
has done.
Season Of Blossoms.
One week of the year is called blossom
week-called go all through the land be-
'ause there are more blossoms in that
week than In any other week Of the year.
Blossom week And that is what the fu.
ure world is to which the Christian Is in
Vited-blossom week forever. 1t Is as far
head Of this world as paradise is ahead
Il Dry Tortugas, and yet here We stand
hivering and fearing to 60 out, and we
want to stay on the dry sand and amid
he stormy petrels when We are invited to |
rbors Of jasmine and birds of paradise
One season had two springtimes. I
want tn Nau nrloopc In p,i1 ,p.l |
marked the difference between going to-
ward New Orleans and then coming back.
Is went on down toward New Orleans
he vordure, the foliage, became thicker
nd more beautiful. When came back,
he farther came toward homo tho less
he foliage and less and less it became I'M
II there was hardly any. Now, 1t all do
cnds upon the direction in which you
ravol. If spirit from heaven should
ome toward our world, no is travelling from
une toward December, from radiance to-
ard darkness, from hanging gardens to-
ard icebergs. And one would not 10
cry much surprised If spirit Of God sent
orth from heaven toward our world
lould be slow to come. But how strange
Is that we dread going out toward that
orld when going Is from December to-
ard June, from the snow of earthly
,orln to the snow Of Edenic blossom,
ON the arctics of trouble toward the
'opics Of eternal joy
Oh, what an ado about dying! We get
, attached to the malarial marsh in which
Q live that we are afraid to go up and
We on the hilltop. We are alarmed be-
luse vacation In coming Eternal sun
ght and best programme of celestial min
rels and halleluiah, no inducement. Let
5 stay here and keep cold and ignorant
nd weak. Do not introduce us to Elijah
nd John Milton and Bourdalouo Keep
If feet on the sharp oobblestones Of earth
,stead Of planting them on tho bank Of
In heaven. Give us this small
land Of leprous world instead of the
of splendor and delight. Keep
ur hands full of nettles and our shoulder
nder the burden and our neck In tho
oke and hopples on our ankles and
andouffs on our wrists. "Dear Lord"
Q seem to say, keep us down here where
Q have to suffer instead of letting us up
here we might live and reign and re-
ice."
Amazing Infatuation.
I am amazed at myself and at yourself
r this iDfatuatiOn under " HIGH wa all