THE APOTHEOSIS.

And now our much lamented friend has gone to give account. Suddenly the

facile and potent pen is laid down and the eloquent tongue is silent.

What? Is there no safeguard against fatal disease? The impersonation of

stout health was Mr. Grady. What compactness of muscle! What ruddy

complexion! What flashing eye! Standing with him in a group of twenty or

thirty persons at Piedmont, he looked the healthiest, as his spirits

were the blithest. Shall we never feel again the hearty grasp of his

hand or be magnetized with his eloquence? Men of the great roll, men of

the pen, men of wit, men of power, if our friend had to go when the call

came, so must you when your call comes. When God asks you what have you

done with your pen, or your eloquence, or your wealth, or your social

position, will you be able to give satisfactory answer? What have we

been writing all these years? If mirth, has it been innocent mirth, or

that which tears and stings and lacerates? From our pen have there come

forth productions healthy or poisonous! In the last great day, when the

warrior must give account of what he has done with his sword, and the

merchant what he has done with his yard stick, and the mason what he has

done with his trowel, and the artist what he has done with his pencil,

we shall have to give account of what we have done with our pen. There

are gold pens and diamond pens, and pens of exquisite manufacture, and

every few weeks I see some new kind of pen, each said to be better than

the other; but in the great day of our arraignment before the Judge of

the quick and dead, that will be the most beautiful pen, whether gold or

steel or quill, which never wrote a profane or unclean or cruel word, or

which from the day it was carved or split at the nib, dropped from its

point kindness and encouragement, and help and gratitude to God and

benediction for man.

May God comfort that torn up Southern home, and all the homes of this

country, and of all the world, which have been swept by this plague of

influenza, which has deepened sometimes into pneumonia and sometimes

into typhus, and the victims of which are counted by the ten thousand,

Satan, who is the “prince of the power of the air,” has been poisoning

the atmosphere in all nations. Though it is the first time in our

remembrance, he has done the same thing before. In 1696 the unwholesome

air of Cairo, Egypt, destroyed the life of ten thousand in one day, and

in Constantinople in 1714 three hundred thousand people died of it. I am

glad that by the better sanitation of our cities and wider understanding

of hygienic laws and the greater skill of physicians these Apollyonic

assaults upon the human race are being resisted, but pestilential

atmosphere is still abroad. Hardly a family here but has felt its

lighter or heavier touch. Some of the best of my flock fell under its

power and many homes here represented have been crushed. The fact is the

biggest failure in the universe is this world, if there be no heaven

beyond. But there is, and the friends who have gone there are many, and

very dear. Oh, tearful eyes, look up to the hills crimsoning with

eternal morn! That reunion kiss will more than make up for the parting

kiss, and the welcome will obliterate the good-by. “The Lamb which is in

the midst of the throne shall lead them to living fountains of water and

God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.” Till then, O departed

loved ones, promise us that you will remember us, as we promise to

remember you. And some of you gone up from this city by the sea, and

others from under southern skies and others from the homes of the more

rigorous North and some from the cabins on great western farms, we shall

meet again when our pen has written its last word and our arm has done

its last day’s work and our lips have spoken their last adieu.

And now, thou great and magnificent soul of editor and orator! under

brighter skies we shall meet again. From God thou camest, and to God

thou hast returned. Not broken down, but ascended. Not collapsed, but

irradiated. Enthroned one! Coroneted one! Sceptered one! Emparadised

one! Hail and farewell!

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