The Newtown bee., 1904-04-15

ing that they exhaust the possibilities of virtue and talent. l have seen what glOrieS of climate of summer mornings and evenings; of midnight sky! have enjoyed the benefits of all this con- plex machinery of arts and civilization and it's results of comfort But the Good Power can easily provide me losophers, their words like theOsouth ern zephyrs and bearing the aroma of a billion of flowers and ten thous- and songs from the birds of paradise. It is interesting to note the belief of some of the men of war, of generals by whose commands armies were swept into the beyond. We might think that in the heart of great command CT the light of immortality has been extinguished entirely, but Moltke, the great German stategist, after long life ot reflection and meditation and accust0m med to look upon death, gave expression to the following faith: 'It is | impossible for this earthly life to be the ultimate purpose of our being. We did not ask for this life: it was given to us, thrust upon us. There must be for us higher destiny than to begin anew, day after day, the course of this sad existence.
 IS THERE NEVER TO BE SOLUTION of the problems in which we are in- vOlved, problems which the best men have given their lives to solves? Why the thousand ties of love and friend- ship which unite us with the pres ent and the past, if there is no future, if death ends to live did he not believe in God and better future.
 Napoleon held life cheap. A hun dred thousand men would he send into the jaws of death to foster his plans and carry out his ambition. Napole- on's was stony heart. He could look unmOved upon his army death-strewn in the snows of Russia. But once his stony heart was melted. It was when seemed to love-lay dying, and as he knelt at the bedside of his departing companion, he whispered in his ear: "There is another and better world. " And when his friend had crossed the river, that we all must cross, Napoleon retired to his tent and there, alone companioned with his thoughts, for no officer or soldier dared to inIrude his presence upon the Emperor's sad and sacred solitude.
 Carlyle, the great hater of ShamS, and can't and hypocricy, who could say things with such stinging sarcasm and satire, could also be tender and write with the gentlest touch of emotion and faith. Turning from some of his passages in his French RevolutiO to this passage on immortality, it is like passing into new and fairer country. He says: "Eternity, which cannot be far off, is my one strong city. 1 look into it tixedly now and then. All ter TOTS about it seem to me superfiuous. The universe is full of love and of in- exorable sternness and.veracity; and it remains forever true that God reignS. Patience, silence, hope"
 We are always fascinated by the words of orators. We love to finger long over the things they have said and written. Their diction is so beau tiful and powerful, their flights of im- agination so captivating. But an or ator not only says things in great way, he also says great things, and have delivered themselves of mighty utterances on this theme of immortal ity.
 Cicero, the first man of Rome, who dared to stand against! Caesar at the trial of Catiline in the Roman Senate, and who uttered at that time words of immortal hope, also gave speech to this famous passage: '"There is, l know not how, in the minds of men a certain presage, as it were, of a future existence, and this takes the deepest root and is most discoverable in the greatest geniuSes
 AND MOST EXALTED sOULs."
 Men do not indulge in trivial re- marks when they are dying. It is then that they wish to say their best and grandest. Thus when Daniel Webster lay upon his bed of death he sent these words of faith into the ages: My general wish on earth," he said, "has been to do my Masters will. That there is God all must acknowledge. 1 see him in all these wondrOus works Himself how wondrouS. What would be the condition of any of us if we had not the hope of immortality? What ground is there to rest upon but the Gospel? There were scattered hopes of the immortality of the soul, especial ly among the Jews. The Romans never reached it; the Greeks never re- ceived it. There were intimations of crepuscular twilight; but, but, but God, in the Gospel of Jesus Christ, brought life and immortality to light" And when Rufus Choate took ship for that port where he died, friend said: "You will be here year hence. " "Sir, 'said the great lawyer and orator, II shall be here hundred years hence, and thousand years hence."
 Let us now turn to the pOetS those sweet singers of the ages, whose thoughts pass out to the ideal, but trust do not desert the real. In poetry |, c,.1 N , 1T