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Dec. 5, 1917.
Death, The Leveler
Gas Instructor Twe: ty-eighth Division.
(By Capt. Lee Alexander Stone.)
In the midnight of a grief that is
chaotic, vengeful thoughts pierce our
brains that time alone can banish. We
do not wish to understand that death
is merely a change of form, and that
possibly the loved one who has left our
sight is better off. We are almost ready
to curse Nature for having permitted us
to love, and then, because of disease or
natural decay, to destroy the form of the
one held most dear.
Spiritual love holds with a tie that
binds hearts close together—that makes
them almost one. Separation by death
tears asunder our reason, and leaves us
for the moment under the complete con
trol of our emotions. To mourn for a
loved one with whom we have been asso
ciated for years destroys for a time our
impulse to see good in anything around
Time is the great mender of hearts
that are about to break. Time alone
<:m replenish our supply of a love for
>1 hers we tried to kill with grief. Years
and years pass, sorrow after sorrow may
overtake us, yet in the end will smiles
replace the tears of loneliness, and,
Phoenix-like. will we rise from the ashes
of despair* to gaze on the sun of a new
day as it bursts in morning glory over
the peaks of the mountains of hope.
Earth, “the great tomb of man,” holds
within her millions who have been loved
and who have gone to make a part of
“the clod the rude swain treads upon."
The solace that death is the beginning
of a new life leaves man with a hope that
he may enter a new sphere of existence
when he answers the summons on the day
he has finished his work and is no longer
of service as an actor in the drama* of
life. After all, man is but the tool of
Nature, and like all tools that are much
used he wears out and ceases, longer to
be an asset and becomes a liability.
The promise of immortality, renewed
every spring by Nature, when the leaves
burst forth and the flowers bloom and
the birds sing from branches that have
felt the cold winter of decay, should
make man pause in the mad rush of a
workaday world to pay respect to those
whom he has succeeded, who have gone
the way all men must travel.
We lay our friends in the tomb with
a feeling of despair at out utter help
lessness, and yet leave the very pres
ence of the grave to boast of our strength.
Nature is a great leveler. Rich and poor
the scholar and the dunce, must march
to the tune of the harpist who follows
in the wake of time, and who plays the
dirge of decay. God’s Acre holds many
a shell of clay that was interred amid
great pomp and display, and the “pass
ing bell" might have told of another
who was about to enter its precincts
who belonged to a different station ir
life, yet who responded when the chimes
in the belfry of the universe tolled the
hour when soul and body must part, and
whose entrance would not even be no
“Golden lads and girls all must, as
chimney’ sweepers, come to dust.” Death
simply marks a change of form. Mother
Earth lends to the spirit, for a .length of
time, a hull for its protection. When
the spirit grows weak and man enters the
October of life, Nature begins to with
draw her support, with the result that
the spirit must seek another abode, if
it is to retain its ego and enjoy immor
“To strut, and fret one’s hour upon
the stage” sometimes seems hard to have
to do, when adversity comes. Yet man’s
allotment of time on this mortal sphere
must be fixed by the immutable laws of
the universe, or else everything would
soon be topsy-turvy and the world would
be upside down.
“Blessed is he who has become an
embodiment of the truth and loving kind
ness. He conquers, although he may be
wounded; he is glorious and happy, al
though he may suffer; he is strong, al-,
though he may break down under the
burden of his work; he is immortal, al
though he may 'die. The essence of his
being is immortality.”
“O worldly man! How fatal is your
delvs'on! Inevitably yqur body wiP
er ’’e to dust, yet carelessly, unheed
ii vou liv'c on.”
joy of death! To be able to go to
a r: it where no shipwrecks occur, where
peace and ealm reign supreme, should
cause all men to view with pride the hour
that will take them into the realms of
the unknown. Death brings peace to the
tired soul; to the disease-ridden bodv
of the poor sufferer it gives health; it ir
merciful to those who have grown ok 1
in the service of man, and lets them
gently fall asleep in the arms of the Filo*
of Life, to awaken on the shores of r
new land.
“They are not dead! They have bu'
pf RSOd.
39 Years Experience Behind the Camera
1 Extends You Soldiers of Camp Hancock
An Invitation for a “Sitting”
Distinctive High Class Photographic Work
Opposite First Baptist Church
.Beyond the mists that blind us here
Into the new and larger life
Os that serener sphere.”
You can take nothing with you into
the tomb. A heritage of power may be
left if the intellect has been developed,
and the seat of reason has not been dis
turbed by false ideas. When self is
eliminated and the “1” ceases to exist,
death will truly lost its sting, and man
will court with joy the purification that
comes as a result of the separation of his
ego material froj» his Real Ego Immor
Wesley Frost, who was United States
Consul at Queenstown when the Lusita
nia was sunk, is on a speaking tour of
the United States under the auspices of
the Committee on Public Information.
He will address the Augusta Chamber of
Commerce at Partridge Inn tonight. Con
sul Frost assisted in earing for the dead
and has witnessed some heartrending
sights. His story will reveal German
frightfulness in all its horror.
He Z ows little who will tell his wife
all he knows.
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correcting the wrong that is producing it.
The function of every organ in the body is con
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which it transmits through the nerves. Any
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the transmission of mental impulses results in
an abnormal function called disease. This in
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able to locate the point of obstruction or in
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mal conditions, or health, is the result.
Investigation costs nothing, and means
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is for those who wish the better grades of things to
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