The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1901-10-05

compan1onship? Was it March wealth.
er or June? Oblivion! That noun
tam surge rolls over everything.
Even the pyramids are dying. Not
a day passes but there is chiseled off
a chip of that granite. The sea is
trlumphing over the land, and what
is going on at u Atlantic coast is
going on all around the world, and
the continents are crumbling into the
waves. And while this is tr~anspiring
on the outside world, the hot chisel
OF the internal fire is digging under
the foundations of the earth and cut
ting its way out toward the surface.
IL surprises me to hear people say
they do not think the world will
finally be burned up when all scien-
lists will tell you that it has for ages
been on fire.
Why, there is only a crust between
us and the furnaces inside raging to
get out. Oblivion! The world itself
Will roll into it as easily as a school
boys india rubber ball rolls down a
hill, and when our world goes it is so
i~nterlocked by the law of gravitation
with other worlds that they will go,
too, and so far from having our men,
ory perpetuated by a monument of
Aberdeen granite in this world there
is no world in sight of our strongest
telescope that will be a sure pediment
for any slab of commemoration of
the fact that we ever lived or died at
all. Our earth is struck with death.
The axletree of the consultations will
break and let down the populations
of other worlds. Stellar, lunar, solar,
mortality. Obliviop! 1t can swallow
and will swallow whole galaxies Of
worlds as easily as a crocodile takes
down a frog.
Yet oblivion does not remove or
swallow everything that had better
not be removed or swallowed. The
old monster is welcome to his meal.
This world would long ago have been
o~vercrowded if not for the merciful
removal of nations and generations.
What if all the books had lived that
were ever written and printed and
published? The libraries would by
their immensely have INSTRUCTED in
telligence and made all research i'm
possible. The fatal epidemic of books
was a merciful epidemic. Many OF
the state and national libraries to-
day are only morgues, in which dead
books are waiting for some one tc
come and recognize them. What if al
the people that had been born were
still alive? We would have been ell
bowed by our ancestors of ten cen
turtles ago, and people who ought tt
have said their last word 5000 year!
ago would snarl at us, saying: "Wha'
are you doing here?" There woult
have been no room to turn around
Some of the past generations of man
kind were not worth remembering
The first useful thing that many peo
= pie did was to die, their cradle a mis-
fortune and their grave a boon. Thi
world was hardly n comfortable plac
= to live in before the middle of tn
d. eighteenth century. So many thing
t have come into the world that wer
not fit to stay in we ought to be gla
they were put out. The waters o
Lethe, the fountain of forgetfulnes:
t are a healthful draught. The histor
! we have of the world in ages past j
D always one-sided and cannot be dc
pended on. History is fiction illu:
n trated by a few struggling facts.
e We may build this Everlasting re
t membrance," as my text styles it, int
0 the supernal existence OF those t
S whom we do kindnesses in this worlt
? You must remember that this inirl
d and treacherous faculty which we no
d call memory is in the future state t
IS be complete and perfect. "Everlastin
n remembrance" Nothing will slip ii
e stout grip of that celestial facult,
d Did you help a widow pay her rem
t. Did YOU find for that man released fro
g prison a place to get honest work? ID
It you pick up a child fallen on the cur
le stone, and by a stick of candy put
IS his hand stop the hurt on his scratcht
D knee? Did you assure a business ms
swamped by the stringency of II
J. money market that times would aft
IF awhile be better? Did you lead a Ma
IF dalen of the street into a midnigl
id mission, where the Lord said to he
I'd Neither do / condemn thee. Go al
lie sin no more?" Did you tell a man cle'
IS. discouraged in his waywardness al
e, hopeless and plotting suicide hat f
" him was near by a LAYER in which
er might wash and a coronet of etern
n blessedness he might wear? What a
en- epitaphs in g~raveyards, what are eul
a. gums in the presence of those who
EN- breath is in their nostrils, what a
nd unread biographies in the alcoves OF
sr. city library, compared with the il
he perishabIe records you have made
IT. the illumined memories of those
in whom you did such kindnesses? Fc
be get them? They cannot forget the
of Notwithstanding all their might a
or splendor there are some things t
.ot glorifed of Heaven cannot do, and Il
is one of them. They cannot forget
100 earthly kindness done. They have
re cutlass to part that cable. They ha
he no strength to hurl into oblivion ii
at benediction. Has Paul forgotten
=