Evening capital and Maryland gazette. (Annapolis, Md.) 1910-1922, 1910-07-09
ANNE'S CHAPTERHOST
Will Entertain The Brotherhood
OF St. Andrew
SATURDAY AUGUST THE 10
Baltimore Local Assembly To Meet la
Annapolis To Use New
Mcdowell Hall
(By Request. ]

| filled the hearts of all i'm this COM
unity; incident to the passing away
of three young lives so suddenly and
so terribly; and for the hope of COM
fort that may come through words of
tenderness and love, it has been re-
/ quested that letter written on the
death of a child who was named for
the writer be published.
This is done with full knowledge of
how vain it is to guild grief with
words, yet We may reasonably hope
they may be an index to the hearts of
those who send them to US in deep
est love and sympathy.
So my little namesake has crossed
the Great Divide? Has found out
the Great Secret before myself; has
gone to that undiscovered country
from whose bourne no traveller ever
returned Saving one, Jesus Christ
Our Lord and new link is forged
in that endless chain that from Adam
to the present day has continued
down through the ages, and will so
continue until the catalysis of all,
until this mortal puts on Immortality.
For every cradle asks us When? and
every coffin Whittier? as the poets
ings, Leaves have their time to fall,
flowers to wither at the North winds
breath, but Thou hast all seasons for
thy own, o Death" !"
So as to the question When? we make
the answer that He who sends the
wither of the North winds breath, so
circumscribes the boundary of the
life of man; He knoweth best.
And as to Whittier? who can say or
care, for GAS thou knowest not what
is the way of the wind, or spirit, nor
how the bones do grow in the womb
of her that is with child; even so thou
knowest not the work of God who
doeth all" But this we know that it
will be place of loved and loving,
each and all, of everything and kind.
for He who formed US all, is "Love"
and where'er His abode may be, the
presence of that Spirit will be &C.
stacy for all.
Think you the horrid crawling cater
pillar, who drags along its loathsome
body to where it weaves its death-bed
the cocoon, from which it shall emerge
winged insect, thing of beauty,
knows aught of the great change
which lies beyond that narrow cell?
And will not He who marks the spar
rows fall prepare for US a greater,
grander and fuller change.
And so write to you, because /
know your hearts are sad, and l would
take from every heart its tear, and
every grave its fear
If naught there was to life but an
existence here, we would of all Great
ed things be most miserable without
this hope, what would there be in life
but agony and tears. with no expec-
tation for better life beyond, exist.
ence would be a wilderness of grief;
we would of all created beings be
most miserable. Life would be but
narrow, vale, between the cold and
barren peaks of two eternities, we'd
strive in vain to look beyond the
heights. we'd cry aloud, though our
only answer could be the echo of our
wailing.
The hopeless knowledge fraught with
terror and with fear, that what had
come to all must come to US, would
shrivel hope within the human breast
and man would be but little better
than the beast.
But who would dare to say he does
not best; who in the innocence of
early life calls those away, and thus
relieves the trial to their souls, of
gales and storms untold, for who
could guess which might be best,
Which? that at the clearing of head
lands, in mid-ocean, or among the
breakers of the farthest shore, to
dash against the unseen rocks, and
in that instant hear the billows roar
above sinking life, for without
this hope a wreck must mark the
end of each and all, dissolution
as sad, as dark, as forboding as can
be woven of the warp and woof,
of helpless misery and death.
Yet, what has been before, re-
mains the common fate of all, for
from the wondrous tree of Life, which
stood in Eden's bower, Eve gather
ed not its golden fruit, but fenzied
with a strong desire to know what
was, and is, and is to be, upon its
winsome blossoms, turned her back
and plucked at knowledge; and as
she left to Adam but the peeling,
and the core, so to his seed she left
his melancholy sight that buds and
blossoms fall, with ripened fruit and
in the common bed of mother earth,
lie babe and patriarch, and man in
prime. all sleeping side by side.
But with the Risen Lord glorious
reality, to whom all things are given,
both in Heaven and in earth, life,
aye and even dissolution, becomes a
golden sunset. For in the night Of
death, Hope sees star, and listening
love can hear the rustic of a wing,
and through the eye of faith you see
upon the golden shore 1.-THE Son of
Righteousness, the Heavenly host,
all standing with expectant hope
and Joy, to welcome you dear pilgrim
to Heaven and to Home.
"Oh for a faith that will not shrink
Though pressed by every foe;
That will not tremble on the brink
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