The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1902-03-12
A PASSING RE- ROSPECT
9. 9. Brown in Baptist Courier.
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The loss OF friends In middle life is
more soTely felt than in youth. Liv-
ing snd laboring go leng together, cur
lives fow into one and when
one 10 torn away, the survivor
suffers kssnly. That was q tender
story Or. Broadus used to tell about
the old family horse. In company
with the wagon driver, he, when .
boy, was allowed to go in the wagon
70 some town few miles awcy fEom
his boyhood home The horses had
been true yoke-fellows for many day,
and had been ineepaTable il tths;s L !;
labcrs. On this trip, however, one Of
them sickened and died by the way
side. II was toward evening. He
and the driver journeyed afoot to the
home Of some one they knew, leading
the surviving horse by the Bride.
Arrangements we're made FOR chem to
borrow horse for use the next day.
But when the morning came, they
sought in vain for the horse they had
left in the barnyard the night before.
After long delay, they went back
down the road to the wagon, and there
stood che old horse, close by the side
Of his dead comrade, paying doubtless
the tribute Of affection to the noble
fellow that had go long stood By him
as his partner and comrade Of the
road. To every tender and loving
heart there are spots made sacred by
being the resting places Of those who
have been our fellow-burden bes7ere
along the highway Of life. The fact
they pulled by our sides SO long only
made it che hasder 9or us to give them
up. But death does not relert at our
tears and sorrow. In, the midst Of
ife's dire exigenoies, We are called
upon to surrender our co.workers end
ffieuds, and, to make the rest OF the
Journey in sorrovful loneliness.
Fifty years oldl But what at last?
Nothing but this--the years will all
soon begone. myself must give wsy
to those who are coming after me. I
am but making my way into the eter-
nal world. I shall yet see the king
face to face. One night last Summer,
when DIR. Barron was preaching for US
here at Sumter. he told me q story
about visit he had made once to heer
John Jasper, the negro preacher Of
Richmond, Va, who had won sort
Of notoriety by declaring that s'The
sun do move." He said Jasper was o
born orator, and greatly gifted in i'm
agination. On the night referred to
by Barron, Jasper was describing his
approach to the heavenly city, and
e.id, "Well, ole John will git to de
city at last. / done see il. I see it
in my sleep an see when wake. 1
come to de big gate, an as it open, I
look in, AID see do king in his beauty.
A angel take me By de han an went
TO lead me in de gate, but L cay, 20
no, honeyl jist let me stand here on
look in. But by an by, he cot mo in
de gate. an ], didn't know wat to
say. A angel fetch me chair, an
Say, sit down. ole man. Unanswered,
20 NO, honey, jist let me STAN here
an' rest Dem 9 'poatle come mp e 6
say, como on, Bro sher join, I mus
sake you TO see de king. % no, no,
i ain fittin' to see no s;pa. Jist let
me set here an rest. By an by q
big angel come to me wild q crown in
his ham, an say, Hold down your
head, John, an I cry out, % no,
honey, ] ain fitten to.wear no crown; ;
jist let me set here an rest. I ain
fitten to wear no crownl ain ftten
to wear no orowni'"
May I I.borrow the old mans words,
l amt titten to wear no crown.
Cancer Cured by Blood Balm.
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