The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1911-12-19

all the worlds warfare, he would find
his peace.
Never will I forget that sunrise
scene in Providence Infirmary. The
weary night had flown, Gethsemane
was over. the King of Day in all his
splendor, rose on the serene face of
brave woman as she ministered peace
and comfort to the heart of a dying
man. Her face was TRANSPORTED by
the sunlight; his, by the peace that
passeth understanding. 1t was soul
thrilling moment, a token of coming
glory, for beyond the curtain of dark
ness that hangs over the gloomy night
there dwells a picture of morning.
picture of fresh, new life that seems
to wake and move and breathe away
the mists, and they tell us it's fore
ground is hope, and its background is
pleasant memories. Beyond the beau
tiful and ripping stream, just over
the grassy knoll, there blossoms a rare
and richly tinted flower. They tell us
that it is SO rarely beautiful that it
may have blushed to life at the touch
of an angels kiss, or caught its rosy
flush from burning star. Beyond the
painless mountains that lift their blue
peaks in the fading distance, they tell
US there is a charming valley that
drinks the diamond dew of morning
and bathes in the liquid sunbeams,
clad in verdure of everlasting green
and dotted all over with flowers of
every hue and shade. Beyond the blue
waves of the painless ocean, they tell
us there is a cline from which the
mellow sunlight of spring never de-
parts, that it is laden with songs of
birds Of note and plumage, and peace,
ease and plenty, rule the lives of peo-
pie that never heard of war or pes
thence. Beyond the aches and strug-
giles, the fears and disappointments,
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of time, we are told is an eternity
whose higher possibilities give promise
of calmer hours and sweeter rest.
Somewhere, in such a beyond, dwells
our friend and countryman; but here
in his native state his influence lives
and will live more, and more, as the
years glide away.
WE CHERISH THE NAME.
We cherish his name because we
love him, and we love him because he
loved us and was wise enough to per-
ceive that love could adequately ex-
press itself only in service. We are
not ashamed to confess tive revere
his memory because he championed
the cause and was the servant of the
common people.
Three beautiful women once met to-
gether to discuss an interesting ques-
ton: Which possessed the most
beautiful hands" and, the story goes
that they withdrew themselves into
the forest that they might not be in
terrupted in arriving at a proper con-
clusion in so important a matter.
The first dipped her hands in a
running brook and held them there
until they took upon themselves the
pearly hue of the ripping waters; and,
holding them up in the light of the
sun, exclaimed: See that-isn't that
beautiful
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crushed them and lathed her hands
with the juices until they became
pinkish and purple; and, holding them
up in the light of the sun that they
might glow and sparkle, cried out:
See that-isn't that lovely?"
The third gathered fragrant violets
and crushed them in her hands until
they became fragrant and tinted, and
dangling them in the sunlight that
they might reflect its glories, shouted
in glse: See that-isn't that exquis-
itely divine?"
Just then a fourth woman appeared
on the scene; her clothes were tattered,
her hair was streaming in the air, her
eyes were glazed, her face and form
emaciated; her every feature bespoke
long hunger; she was dying for food
and water. She asked the beautiful
ladies for bread and heard only the
echo of her own voice, together with
Depart from U.s." She turned to go
into the forests and perish, but a fifth
woman of robust form, ruddv counte-
nance, whose hands were rough with
honest toll, appeared and ministered
unto her. And I declare to you, my
friends, the hand that is blessed of the
Almighty and honored of all is not the
hand of the beautiful and contentious
but the hand which, out of a heart
filled with love. gladly serves those
who stand in need.
The story is true of men as well as
Eof women. Twas true Of Senator VIII
Bryan-such a hand and such heart
was his, and today We sigh for the
touch of a vanished hand and the
sound of a voice that is stilled." The
people of Florida join in that sigh, but
the United Daughters of the Confed-
eracy. who We're ever brave. would luII
the sigh and declare that a true man
never dies by requesting that his name
be borne to all the world and his mem