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THE SEMI-WEEKLY SUMTER REPUBLICAN: ESTABLISHED IN 1854, By CHAS. W. HANCOCK. j VOL. 18. PROCLAMATION No. 11 Forsyth Street, - - Americus, Ga., ISSUES THIS, HIS Fall Proclamation! Hereby Inviting Everybody, and more Particularly the Ladies, to cail and see his GRAND DISPLAY OF NIW GOODS!! % hich have recently been added to his Stock, WITH A LAME LOT ON THE WAY WHICH, WHEN RECIEVEO, WILL MAKE HIS M liifiise, witli Stilus IJMiiai, ? Wit! Itarpai, Prices llijimirtsil, aid larietf Unrmlsl! Call at once and oblige yours truly, ( V (JOHN R. SHAW, DEALER IN DRY GOODS AND NOTIONS, Fancy Goods, =, Boots, Shoes, Hats, Caps, Umbrellas, CLOTHING ! Iladies cloaks, Bedsteads and Chairs, Roll Plate Jewelry, Tutt’s Liter Pil’s. Etc,, Etc., Forsyth street, americus. ga. iv T septstf *' INDEPENDENT IN POLITICS, AND DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND GENERAL PROGRESS, AMERICUS, GEORGIA; SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 18, 1882. 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DeWITT TALMAGK THOMAS GUARD. “How are tho mighty fallen in the midst of the battle.!”—2 Samuel, 1., 25. An outburst of grief and eulogiura from David because of tlie death of his dearly beloved friend Jonathan, at the battle of Gilboa, but as appropriate an exclamation for all those who heard that two weeks ago, at six minutes of 1 o’clock on Sabbath morning, Rev. Thomas Guard, pastor of the Mount Vernon Methodist Episcopal Church of Baltimore, breathed his last. Mighty in eloquence, mighty in sympathy, mighty in influence, mighty for God, mighty for the church, mighty for the world’s betterment. “How are the mighty fallen in the battle!” The providence comes to me with the more solemnity because he sent me a saluta tion of love, warmer and more generous than lever received from any Christian minister—a salutation which reached me a week after his death, coming with tho proposition that we exchange pul pits, he to preach here and I to go there. Oh! how glad I would have been to have had him confront this assemblage and on tins platform unfurl the crimson banner of the cross. Who was Thomas Guard? I remark in the first place, he was a grand specimen of what the religion of Jesus Christ can do for man. Whether in Ireland, or In South Africa, or in America, on the Atlantic coast, or on the Pacific or in the cities between, he was ever'trying to make the people good and happy. I challenge you, amid all the ranks of those who have despised Christianity during all the ages, to show me a soul so unselfish, so stdf-sacrificing, and 1 will give you from now until we meet at the bar of God in the day of eternal judgment to fetch up your first speci men. It is only the grace of God that can make a character like that. Who was he? He was a contribution from Methodism to Christianity. He was in that apostleship of which John Wesley was the chief and Alfred Cook man the modern exponent. I warrant you, that when this man of God, two weeks ago went up to the gate of Heav en, there was at that shining gate a group of the chieftains of that heroic set to greet him. How it makes one feel for the helmet and the sword to give reverential salute, as I call the names of Asbury, and Emory, and Cope, and Watson, and Fletcher, and Whitfield,and Bishops Jones and Scott. But no fence of sectarianism could wall in Thomas Guard any more than you could fence in the fragrance of a grove of magnolias in full bloom. He was with us in the attempt to annihilate bitter sectarianism, a work so nearly done that while in all ourdenominatios, there are narrow souled bigots running around with rails and post and shovel, trying to rebuild tlie unbrotherly sepa ration, the distinctions will soon all vanish in the overwhelming answer to Christ’s prayer, “Father, that they all may he one.” Who was he? He was the contribution of foreign nationality to America. Born in Galway, Ireland, in 1831. Died in Maryland, United States, 1882. Take away from the history of the American torum, the American laboratory and American pulpit, all foreign talent, and you have obliterated more than half of it. Scot land grows great metayhysicians, Eng land grows great philosophers,Germany grows great dreamers, Italy grows great painters, Sweden and Norway grows great singers, and Ireland grows great orators. Thomas Guard came from the land of Edmrtnd Burke and Robert Emmet and Daniel O’Cornell, and he showed it. The fire of eloquence was in his eye, in his hand, in his foot, and quivered in his whole body, with every tone, with every attitude, with every gesture he defied all the rules of rheto ric as laid down in the hooks. He made his own laws. Unlike all others, he was like himself. Electric, thunder bolted. Irish eloquence sanctified. When America has received for the last half century such a large donation of great souls from Ireland, she can well afford to return her sympathy. Bread when there is famine, and world resounding protest when there is political oppres sion. Who was he? He was a preacher of the Gospel, natural and untrammel ed by the way other people did their work. His church was thronged. A building holding 1,500 or 2,000 people and thronged. He did not use what is called the pulpit tone. He spake out of a sympathetic heart to the hearts of the people. In all denominations thero is discussion about the decadence of church going. I will tell you why people do not go to church. They can not stand the humdrum of ministers re solved to preach like all their prede cessors and like everybody else. The fact is that some theological seminaries in this day take all the fire out of a man and send him into the pulpit cow ed down. They tell him how many heads he must have to his discourse, and how long the introduction must be, and what kind of an application must be fastened on at the end, and how he must plant his foot, and how he must throw out his hand, and there are thou sands of Presbyterian, and Methodist, and Baptist, and Congregational churches today dying by inches through intolerable humdrum. Thomas Guard threw body, and mind and soul against these frigid conventionalities of the church, and they cracked and gave way under his holy impetuosity. Eloquence is not attitude, it is not gesture, it is not voice; it is being possessed with some important thought and making others feel as you do. I wish that the young men of our theological semina ries could have heard Thomas Gnard preach. The trouble is that in many theological seminaries young men are taught how to preach by professor*, who, themselves, never could preach. You can no more get people to come to church, doing things now as they did a century ago, than you can get them to discard the limited express train to Washington and go with the stage coach. The old Gospel, the same Gos pel from century to century, but hav ing its adaption to each age. What a farce is being enacted in many of the cities. A church holding a thousand people with 250 folks in it, scattered around in great lonesomeness, and go ing there from year to year because it has been decreed from all eternity that they should go, and they somehow cannot help it. Who was Thomas Guard? He was a man of large sympa thies. The earth could not fill him. He took in heaven as well. All time, all eternity, sll heights, all depths, all lengths, all breadths- Thorough man liness. No whining out of the Gospel. No whimpering about the world as go ing to destruction when it is going to redemption. No patience with men, inside or outside tho ministry, built on a small scale, five feet by three, trying to pull others clown, hoping out of the debris to build themselves up. Hating cant with as much emphasis as Thomas Carlyle hated it, but for an opposite reason; not as the tiger hates the calf, but as music hates discord and as the sunshine hates darkness. He was full of the gospel of good cheer, the gospel of geniality, the gospel of practical help, the gospel of spring morning, the gos pel of cat nation, rose, and pond lily. I think that to him the blooming orch ard was a burning censor swinging be fore the throne. I think that to him the sky was a gallery and the clouds were pictures done in water colors. Great soul, gentle soul, sympathetic soul, transcendent soul. I do not know through which one of the twelve gates in Heaven he entered when he ascend ed two weeks ago; hut if there be one gate with larger pearl than another and with hinges of more ponderous gold than another, and with arch more tri umphal than another, and with waiting chariot of swifter wheel and snowier courses than another, I think that was the gate at which Thomas Guard en tered. While I consider this providence which affects all the Christian church, I am struck first with the mysteries and then with the alleviations. Mys tery the first. Why should so good a man he called so terrifically to suffer? There came all those years of domestic anxiety because of his wife’s invalid ism, moving from Ireland to South Africa, for the same cause moving from the Atlantic coast to the Pacific coast, for the same cause moving from San Francisco to Oakland. The honey moon lasted from the time when at 27 years of his age he took her hand at Dublin, on down until when four or five years ago he put her away for the resurrection. Ah! that husbandly af fection is of but poor fibre which lasts only while the eye sparkles, and the cheek lias in it the flush of sunrise. He held that hand as tenderly and as lovingly, after it was wasted and sick, as when it was round, well and strong, the ardor of affection increasing all the way from Dublin to Oakland. Then come those four or five years, when at any moment he was liable to paroxysms of physical suffering; postponing the surgeon’s knife until he could postpone it no longer; with a nervous horror ap proaching the crisis, until he had no strength to meet it; passing out to life with physical agonies, which anodyne and hyperdermic appliances only par tially assuaged; suffering, suffering. Tell me why. I cannot tell you, I adjourn the mystery to the day when Ridley shall have explained to him the fiery stake, and Hugh McKall shall have explained to him the scaffold, and Margret, the martyr Scotch girl, shall have explained to her the wave with which she was drowned, and James A. Garfield shall have explained to him the bullet, and that suffering woman up the dark alley shall have explained to her cancer, and the rainbow of God’s bright and beautiful explanation shall be hung on all the departed showers of earthly grief. Mystery the second: Why should he be taken at 51 years of age, and at the very height of his influence? Why not wait until ho was worn out with old ago? Why, after the batteries had been loaded for anew campaign and were about to be unlirabered, must a gunner drop? Why should he he taken before this Austerlitz, this Sedan, this Waterloo between Infidelity and Christ ianity is undisputedly settled in behalf of Him who is the rider on the white horse? Why should this fearless and mounted captain of the Lord’s host be slain while the feet of many weak Christians, are by terror being shaken out of the stirrups? Why should this man die when to rally the courage of the Christian church we want more plumed warriors at the front. It is the last part of my text that sounds like the roll of a funeral drum. “How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle.” It is as thoagh Bluchcr had been slain while coming up at night fall with reinforcements. It ii though Garnet Wolseley had fallen half way between Alexandria and Tel-el-Kebir. How demoralizing to have the riderless horse of a chieftain careering and snort ing across the battle plain. Why was it when Thomas Guard had gathered up so much knowledge and so much experience, he should be taken away just as his best work was about to be done? Tell me. I cannot tell yon. I adjourn the mystery to that day when we shall find out why Henry Kirk White expired at 21 years of age, just as he was giving intimation to the Christian church that he had in him the song power of Isaac Watts and Charles Wesley, writing with his boy ish hand: When marshaled on the nightly plain, The glittering hosts bestarred the sky: One star alone of all the train Can fix the sinner’s wandering eye. Hark, hark to God, the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem; But one alone, the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem. I postpone this mystery of Thomas Guard’s death to the day when we shall find out why JohD Summerfield, the flaming evangel, expired at 27 years of age. just as his grandest work seemed opening before him, and why JohnMc- Clintock died before he had completed his cyclopoedia of biblical, theological and ecclesiastical literature; and until the day when we shall know why last year, at 57 years of age, William Mor ley Punshon closed his lips forever, while on his shoulder rested the inter ests of the English Missionery Society, and there were yet so many words of lire waiting for him to speak; yea, until that day when we shall find why Bee thoven was struck with complete deaf ness so that he could not hear the loud est organ crash rendering his own music, and that day when we shall find out why so many authors never finish ed their manuscripts, and why so many artists dropped their pencils just as they were making the outline of a great masterpiece, and why so many poets stopped midway the rhythm, and why so many bright days halted at noon, O! yes, it was with Thomas Guard 12 o’clock meridian. The clock of his life struck 1 at Galway, struck 9 at South Africa, struck 10 at San Fran cisco, struck 11 at Oakland, struck 12 at Baltimore. High noon and the sun eclipsed. But that last word, thank God, passes us on from the shadow of mystery into the glorious alleviation of this providence. Eclipsed, not extinguished; something rolled between us and him, doing no damage to him. When Jupiter hides one of his satellites it is occultation. No one has any idea that the satellite is destroyed when the earth casts its shadow on the moon, it is lunar eclipse, but no one has any idea that the queen of night is dethroned. When Mercury partially hides the face of the sun, we call it a transit, but we have no idea that any damage is done. When the moon hides the sun it is solar eclipse, but no one has any idea that the king of day is dead. 1 pronounce this de parture of Thomas Guard to be occul tation, transit, eclipsr! When the sun was eclipsed in 1842, and in 1868 and 1869, all the astronomers gathered in the observatories and all the telescopes were turned heavenward, and now, as this effulgent nature is eclipsed, we do well to come up in the watch towers of the church and into the observatory of Mount Zion and stand like the men ot Galilee gazing into heaven. If you have any idea that Thomas Guard lies lacerated in Green Mount Cemetery, I have no share in your wretched agnos ticism. Alas! for that sepulchre which has a knob on the outside the door to let us in, but no latch on the inside the door to let us out. This man of God has only moved on and moved up. He pressed out of a room where the air was heavy with opiates into an atmosphere exhilarant, and from a body pain struck into conditions rubicund with health immortal. He has become one of the athletes of heaven—deathless as God is deathless, never to know pain or sick ness, or suffering, or sorrow, except as a vivid reminiscence. His mission is widened out. He has come to higher appointment, not to this church or to that church, or this denomination or that denomination, or this city or that city, or this world or that world. He has the universe to range in. What velocities! What circuits! What mo mentum! What orbits in which the stars shall be as silvery as before the occultation, and the sun shall be as radiant as before the eclipse! You could not understand fully Thomas Guard here. You cannot understand Thomas Guard there. More difference than be tween an eagle in an iron cage and an eagle pitching from Chimborazo to wards the sun. His work on earth is not done, it is not half done, it is not a fourth done, it is not a thousandth part done. He resumes it now under better auspices. How do I know? “Are they not all ministering spirits sent forth to minister to them that shall be heirs of salvation?” The lines of telegraphy and of rail track connect no two earthly cities so well as earth is connected with Heaven. Did Thomas Guard, after he was established in this land, go to South Africa to get his family and bring them to this better country? and shall he not now come back some time to that earthly home and at the right time take his loved ones to the still better country? But he shall not come alone. The twain shall come, they who were side by side for so many years, bending over the same cradle, weeping over the same grave, now coming side by side, wing by wing to hover over those children when they sleep, and to escort them heavenward when they die. Father and mother | FOUR DOLLARS PER ANNUM. coming to help; father and mother com ing down to comfort; father and mother coming down to defend The air ef this autumnal day so darkened with the flocks of birds flying southward seek ing a summer clime not so full as the air is full of ministering spirits. An gels are hovering around. Flocks of immortals sweeping this way and that. Earth no more an orphaned world, bnt a suburb of heaven. Blessed is that earthly home, where Christian parents preside, but more mightily defended is that home which a glorified ancestry canopy with their benediction. Elisha saw the mountains full of horses and chariots of supernatural aid, and so they are yet. Which way are they driving? Her horses head this way. How the chariots rumble down the sky steeps. Sent forth to minister. Is yonder a soul in great excruciation of pain, and shall Thomas Guard re fuse the ministry when he knows about suffering? Is vnnder a soul awfully bereft? Surely Thomas Guard cannot refuse his ministry, for he knows what it is to be bereft? Shall we have re vivals of religion in onr churches and Thomas Guard not join in the hallelu jah? Shall there come a great Arm ageddon in which all the good are on one side and all the bad on the other side? Earth and hell and heaven drawn out in battle array and the gallant spirit just ascended not mingle in the fight? Not draw his sword? Not lift his battle shont? passing on to fati gueless service! Perhaps he will preach the gospel to some other world that needs a Saviour. Perhaps he will carry quick dispatch from the Throne of God to some empire of which the strongest telescope has yet made no revelation. Perhaps he will take a special part in the chorals before the throne. Perhaps he will help compose some new doxol ogy for the blest. Perhaps he will tell while all thegalleries of light listen, of that grace which strengthened him through all the earthey struggle, the closing words of h’S recital drowned out by the outburst of ministreisy that can halt no longer, the surges dashing to the tops of the throne, while the archangel rising, beats time with his sceptre. When a good man was dying he said he saw written on the sky three letters, and they were all alike. The letter “V.” Someone said to Huffman dy ing what he thought the letter “V” was for. He said, “1 think it stands for victory.” So over all this scene there is written congratulation for the departed, comfort for the bereft, and encouragement for us all. Three “Y’s” Victory! Victory! Victory? Three “H’S.” Heaven! Heaven! Heaven! On a catafalque of flowers Thomas Guard lay under architectural gran deurs hung with symbols of sadness; the air throbbing with the Dead March in Saul, and beautiful, cultured and queenly Baltimore breaking her richest box of alabaster and pouring it on those weary feet as they halted in the jour ney, and the American Church, north, south, east, west, sobbing out its sym pathies over that great loving heart silenced forever. But this day I open on all sides doors of consolation, doors of hope, doors of resurrection, doors of reunion for his bereft sons and daugh ters, Reginald and William and Percy and Porter and James and Charlotte and Jessie, and for the Mount Vernon church that for two terms stood with him on the Mount of Transfiguration, and for the denomination which still vibrates with his magnetic utterances, and for the church universal which now sits watching this wonderful sunset. Until we meet again, farewell, my dear brother. Thou wast very pleasant to me. Thy salutation came so late I could not return it. So to-day I throw thee this kiss of warmest brotherly af fection. Honored in life, triumphant in death, blessed in eternity. I could not be present to put even one flower on thy casket, but to-day I sprinkle over the new made grave this handful of heather from the Scotch highlands, in the hymn which the people in that land of Andrew Melville an 1 John Knox are apt to sing on their way to the grave of someone greatly beloved: Neighbor, accept our parting song, The road is short, the rest is long; The Lord brought here, the Lord take hence This is no house ot permanence. On bread of mirth and bread of tears, The pilgrim fed these checked years; Now landlord world, shut to the door, Thy guest is gone forever more. Gone to the land of sweet repose, His comrades bless him as he goes; Of toil and moil the day was full, A good sleep now, the night is cool. 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