The Neshoba Democrat., 1910-05-05

friendship was not an ephemeral
passion, coquetting with its OBJ
ject in the sunshine of life, but
was of that divine order that
beams forth amid the shadows of
adversely. Any where. every
where. and upon all occasions he
heard the appeal of his friends,
and their wrongs were never SO
grievous as to compass his gener-
Gus charity. Often his benedic-
tions fell like the balm of Gilead
upon some. unfortunate friend
aud clung about him like the
tendrils of the creeping vine
binding the wounds Of the oak
shattered BY the ightening's
blast.
Mr.. Speaker, the most sublime
evidences OF the divinity of Christ
and His teachings are to be found in
the noble lives of the good, who with
abiding convictions of the immortality
of the soul and implicit confidence in
the promises flashed from the cross
move amoung US like ministering an
gels, .giving bread to the hungry and
inspiring hope into the hopeless.
Such lives are like benedictions from
heaven and challenge the respect of
the craven criminal and incite the ad-
miration of the just God dwells IN
every soul broad enough to compass
the woes of humanity. The road to
heaven leads by the cradle of the or
phan, the widows hut, and the pris-
oner's dungeon. The whispered
words of hope are as
Sweet as the. breath of morn
To the fallen and .ferlon.
Our departed friend had an unfal-
tering Christian faith that intensified
and frightened as he approached the
grave. In the latter years of his life
it seemed as though he was gently
gliding over the stream of time from
the bosom of his friends to the arms
of his God. Beautiful We're his
Christian virtues. His charity, gen.
tleness, and kindness were like flow
ers blooming by the waysides of life,
shedding their rich perfume upon all
who passed that way. He belived in
all the promises of the Bible as impli-
city as the tender. child. does in the
teachings of its mother, and neither
success nor learning nor the blandsh-
ments OF. power could make him
Waver in the devotion to his Maker.
There was no place in his mind or
heart for sceptlcism, believing by in
tuition that The hand that made us
is divine. " The silent murmuring
of his soul told him of the life to be
AS the traveller hears the pillows
roll
Ere he reaches the sea.
If the grave be the end of life,
then why all this magnihcence of
man? Why is he permitted to build
governments, erect temples, and faith
ON the mysteries of nature' Is not
the stupid OK brought into life by the
same law of nature and lie down in
death like man. Are we to share the
same fate as the miserable worm that
banquetS npon our bodies for few
days and then returns unto DUST Nay
not so. Such thought is revolving
to conscience and abhorrent to
treason.
Go, thou inhdel, and feas, thy per-
verted soul in the feshpots of reason;
go ask the heather mother why to
appease the wrath of an imaginary
god, she consigns her first born to
the monsters of the deep; and 90 ex-
plore the landscapes of the past and
ask of the ruined idols and shat
tered temples if man has not since
the dawn of time worshipped at the
shrine of some deity.
i In the soul of every human being
there is an incatiable yearning for the
hablllments immnotality, and since
his fall in the tragedy of Eden man
has been struggling to regain the ap-