Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1899-03-03
NUMBER 8.

Here Is father in midlife. His com
inc home at night is the signal LOT
mirth. The children rush 10 the door,
and there are books on the evening"
stand. and the hours pass away on g."u
feet. There is nothing wanting IN lhs'
home, Religion is there and sacrihces
on the altar morning and night. You
look in that household and say; i can
not think of anything happier 40
not really believe the world is so SAD
n Mace as some people describe II 10
be-" The scene changes fathe' -
sick. The doors must be kept smut
The deathwatch chrps dolefully on the
hearth. The children whisper and walk
softly where once they romped' PasS
inc the house late at night, you see the
Quick elancing OF lights from room 10
room, Ii is all over! Death in the sum
mer housed
Here is an aged mother-aged, eu'
not intirm. You think you will have I'VE
iov of caring for her wants good whl'e
yet As she goes from house TO house.
n children and grandchildren, her com
ing is a dropping of sunlight IN the
dwelling, Your children see her com
inc through the lane, and they cry:
"Grandmother's comel" Care Tor you
has marked up her face with many
deem wrinkle, and her back stoops WIN
carving your burdens. Some day she
is very Quiet. She says she is not sieh,
but something tells you you VIII hot
much longer have mother She WI.
! eli with Won no more at the table no. at
,he hearth. Her soul goes out so gently
YOU do not exactly know the momeh'
Of IFS going. Fold the hands that nave
done so many kindnesses for you rlgn'
: over The heart that has beat with love
t toward YOU since before you were porh'
u Let the pilgrim rest. She Is weary
y Death in the summer house!
It Gather about us what we will OF COM
Il fort and luxury. When the pale messen'
a Ger comes he does not stop to look NJ
e The architecture of the house before ne
d comes in, nor, entering, does he wait
Is 10 examine the pictures we have gain
re cred on the WALL or, bending over your
" inflow, he does not stop to see whe'ne'
r thcre Is color in the cheek or geh.ie'
IN ness in the eye or intelligence in ina
ID brow. But what OF that? Mus' WI
~ stand forever mourning among the
'e- graves of our dead? No! No! me
II! ncople in Bengal bring cages OF blru'
10 The graves of their dead ana men
he they open the cages, and the pirus 81
all SINGING heavenward. So would bring
ne TO the graves of your dead all pr'gnt
Ills tbouohts and congratulations and BID
IN Them sing OF victory and redempuo',
RS I stamp on the bottom OF the grave anu
ats II breaks through into the llgnt anu
Try the glory of Heaven. The ancients useu
try n think that the straits entering '"e
The red sea were very dangerous places
IRIS. and they supposed that every snip .ns'
A ,rort through those straits would he
The DESTROYED, and they were in the han''
DOR 80 uniting on weeds of mourning ior
the those wLo had gene on that voyage a.
Bel though they were actually oeau. ~
han YOU know what they called those
but straitsP They called them the 'ua''
tent of Tears" / stand at the gate oil tear
has through which many ofyour loved one
us: have rome. and want TO tell you tnH
was MI nre not shipwrecked that have gop'
was ,brouoh those straits into the grea
but ocean stretching out beyond. IN
d OF sound that comes from that otDer sno'
hful on still nights when we are wrappe
that in prayer makes me think that the 0'
VI all narted are not dead. We are the dead
we who toll, we who weep, we who 81
that we are the dead. How my heart ach.
Egg for human sorrow-this sound OF preai
fine inc hearts that hear all about me- III
that loet look of faces that never WI
win brighten again, this last kiss Of lips hi
foun- never will speak again, this wldowho'
caves and orphanage! Oh, when will the III
, cool of sorrow be gone!
erish After the sharpest winter the sprli
there d;smounts from the shoulder of sou'
!, but crn gale and puts It's warm hand up
n the the earth, and in its palm there com
ind is The crass. and there come the howe
NOR aud God reads over the poetry OF bl
pleas and brook and bloom and prohouhoe'
agree very good. What, my friends u eve
.ppre- winter had not its spring, and eve
ortal! nioht IFS day, and every gloom its g'o
b does ond every bitter now its sweet he
house. after! II you have been on me
caves. Won know. as the ship passes IN
foun- night. there Is q phosphorescen' VT
us for left behind IL, and as the waters
ndreds up they toss with unimhgihao'e sp'
We him dor We'll, across this great ocean
hoyel. human trouble Jesus walks On
ID sick, in the phosphorescent track OF MS
I'd the we might all follow and be ilIum'he
:. Pa. There was a gentleman in a ra'l
around who saw in that same car three pas
re is ocrs of very different circums'ap
ITO the Tbo first. was a maniac. He was G
tumble fully guarded by his attendants
/. mind, like a ship dismas'eo' was
one his ing against dark, desolate coas'' I,
y. The which no help could come Inc
one, his stopped and the man was taken ou'
al root ,ba asvlum. TO waste away per
nights through years OF gloom. The se'
Iesrs naseenger was n culprit. The outr
ore is n law had seized on him. AS Inc
tbe stafY io,ted the chains ratified. On MS
In with were crime, depravity and despair
IS never train halted and be was lahen y
ems not the penitentiary, to which he mao
NV. Ali condemned. There was the thIru
tn turns senger unoer 'ar -. ,F,.ru
from the stances. she was d oi'u.' ~,
ID comes was gay as iid'l'ase non
BEST thou tered AVID oeckone". ss,Lo,ss
Ter, amid was taking her 70 nrS 'a' IA 49,
{ mis- sun The train hal'eu'
le tree there to weico,ne nei W ~ 1o,,r
-, uov and his white locks showed down
cir locks her as be sealed his word with ia
mother kiss. Quickly we fly toward etc
looking We will soon De mere oo 81
does not life condemheo eu'p' :, =.