The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1906-10-12
pOlNTLtSS PENNINGS.
TIL: COLONEL.


troublous, he sleeps now. His
burden is laid down; his troubles
are done with; and his fcvcred
brow aches no more. Long years
of buffeting with life's storms were !
his; trials and woes assailed him
always. But-that is all over now;
Gods finger touched him and he
sleeps.
Few there are in the world who
know aught of q printers life.
Millions read the newspapers of the
day; they praise the EDITORS work,
and commend the active reporters;
but the man back in the shop
never is there thought of lin.
Throughout the long day, or the
night it sometimes is, he sits by the
case setting type. Few know aim
on the streets when his work is
ended; for, after days labors, he
early seeks his rest. He is gcrer-
ally quiet, unassming, modest,
never boasting the fact that he
handles the thoughts of many pen,
and gives them to the world. The
Colonel was of this kind, quiet,
unassuming, retiring. AS formak-
ing noise in the shop, you Would
never be aware of his presence, md
after work hours, he would quiet.
walk away and none would note his
movements. So it was on Wednes-
day evening before his death,
except in one particular. He came
by the office and asked that no one
but himself be allowed to correct
the editorials for next days issue.
He took pride in his work, desir-
ing it neat and with no errors.
Needless to say, the old man was
not spared to do this correcting; he
was called away. Next morning
he was cold in death, and other
hands did the work he had planned
for himself. He had. gone on a
long journey at whose end, all errors
are corrected pot hy, hnman hands,
! Many were the faults, grave the
errors of that life. Wanderings
alone and without home were his.
Work from morning until night;
and sufferings from night until
morning. Alone he walked down
lifc's pathway, a way strewn with
thorns and exceeding rough; and
alone he reached the end. Some
were present at the hour, but al
ready he was in Deaths clutches
and he knew not of their presence
then. There were no soft, tender
hands to ease his fcvcred bsOw,
and no one to whisper gentle words
of love and hope. 'Oh! how htrd
il must h" g." - >''~ss. ms -hand-.poi
touch woman" said one wht
was soon to die alone. And how
true it is! Woman! who help.
smooth over the wrinkles; who
allays the pain; and whispers swec
words! 1t is hard TO bear tn,
sings Of fortune through life with
out her; and harder still to NEE
death when she is away. God pit,
the man who knows not woman
love!
We know not the hour when ou
life may be called for. The cal
may come in the day of busy labo
or in the nighttime of quiet sleep
Warnings may be given some, Will,
others must go on a moments notice
Death comes like thief in the night
we know not at what time or in wha
manner; but he surely comes, anC
his summons are never disregardeC
we must 60. But Death is not tt
be dreaded or feared. While hi.
arbitrary demands may seem cruel
still it may be best for us. W,
lay our burdens down and enter
INTO eternal rest. We quit our
tasks, unfinished though they may
be, yet greater hand than ours
takes them up and makes them
complete. Our trials and woes
cease and eternal joys are ours.
Death is but the door into fairer
worlds. The Colonel has passed
over the river, and is resting
beneath the shade of the trees. He
has finished his course and begun
that eternal voyage. No longer is
his bod y racked with pain; no
longer does he feel the forces of the
world dragging him downward; his
day of earthly life has closed, and
ne has entered upon an eternal
pilgrimage. We offer our tribute
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