The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1904-01-27


Georgia home. where the sunshine is
IA. bright as the smile of God, sadness
brocds above and around our hearts,
tbc sadness of sympathy. The wires
have borne to US the sorrowful news
81 that death has invaded the peaceful
g sagrrecincts Of my brothers home and
Gnatched away the light Of his life.
81 When last saw him, not month
hgo. with his devoted wife and his
sAhree little boys about him, life was
Siul of promise and he was praying
That God would send daughter to
! hid softness to his surroundings and
5weetness to his homecoming. Just
wo weeks ago the daughter came. |
aejoiced with him, for knew what it
sssras to have daughter.
q But how great are the changes
brought by the hand of time! Yes
g @gerday the little yellow message that I
bad been dreading came. It told me
hat death had snatched the cup of
: oy from my beloved brothers lips,
hat he had, with one fell stroke
6lotted out the light OF his home, re-
saoved the babe and then, as if it
5eeded mothers love, she was taken
3lso. Worse than that, tho message
81 sted that dread disease had seized
Jbn my brother, and his Oldest boy
nd they were PROSTATE in it's grasp.
# When thought Of all these things
be words of the Apostle Paul came to
by mind: "Behold, I show you
pystery." He was referring to the
ssurrection Of the dead, but, when I
E7 Shhink Of the havoc death has wrought
Ep this family, surely we can say,
3Here, too, is mystery"
III For the first time in thirty-four
E3ears death has entered into our i'm
- E ediate family. Way back yonder in
$S1O God took my sainted father and
e was not. How good has God been
6p us! But today with bowed head I
band SO close to death that can al
RI43ost hear the rustling of his wings.
n E Death is indeed mystery, for at
est he comes SO quickly for the sons
E men. A wailing infants cry,
Eildish voice making music in the
DIR, youthful face on which the
,Eeht Of hope is beaming, few fleet.
'E3g years of sunshine and shadow, the
E ern set face of middle life on which
be lines of care are cut, feeble body
18th bowed shoulders shufling toward
a e yawning grave, tolling bell,
nE39w sad and solemn words, wailing
J.. ng, new made grave. Such is the
'lbaa0fy Of the longest life and how quick
IL it is told. In the morning man
b PES forth to crafty the ambition that
! E|h.ns within his heart. He goes
Of pm glory to glory and when the COW
STasd prize is almost in his grasp, old
DE creeps upon him like thief in
i night and ere his plans are COM
ted ted death takes MIN hence.
E|God gives US others who are depen-
d |nt upon US. When they are leaning
AVily upon US and it seems that they
% US most, Death takes them by
IA hand and leads them off into the
aow through which our yearning
shdimmed eyes cannot see.
u Death always comes before our work
: ES finished. have never yet looked
al 3sn completed life. Life upon
b earth is like half finished build
no. like an incomplete shaft, like
~ ]ser that has budded and bloomed
erR never comes to its fruitage. Some
PES my soul, ignoring the eye Of
Hsh, seeks to penetrate the gloom
Min it's perplexity cries out, why
bit that God gives to his creature
: p, made little lower than the an
b. 80 few Of His eternal years to
fnd upon the earth?'
AAeason cannot answer the question.
J cannot look beyond the grave.
- Down in one Of the cemeteries in
fS Orleans there is q large vault on,
side Of which is a movable figure
'lion on which is the head Of the
PINK. On the other side stande5
lgE life size figure Of an angel. She
boxing with eager face into the
ntenance Of the sphynx and point
with one hand into the tomb, fas-
ed up with grated bars.
Ihe idea Of the artist is, "Oh,,
fgnx, read me this'riddle Of DEATH
and SO we oftenTgaze into the stolid,
80. Of death and soy, ss'Tell us the
'tery you hold" And yet no an
- EAr comes and we mnat wait the