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Show THAT MACKAY DISPATCH. Notwithstanding the sorrow, there ought to have been a little comfort in the message that Clarence Mackay received by wireless telegraphy on the steamer in mid-ocean, that his father had died. At least it ought to be a comfort to him when time shall have mellowed the grief over his bereavement, for it was a notice that the infinite sea is not broad or deep enough to turn back or neutralize the sweep of immortal minds, and was a symbol that the waves of death even are not sufficient to quench the fires of an Immortal soul; that the father so much loved still lives, though the tabernacle which held his soul so long finally crumbled and fell away from around it. It was a symbol that a flame lighted from immortal im-mortal flres cannot be quenched; that while in nature's na-ture's sublime economy transitions come; that while a human life has like the seasons, a joyous spring, a summer with its flowers and fruits, an autumn with its harvests, and then the winter when all becomes cold and still, when there is no more babble of brook or song of bird, and when what was so responsive and warm is stark and frozen and wrapped in a white winding sheet; still experience has made good the longings of hope and the convictions of faith, and we know that after the hush and the rest another spring will soon greet us, a spring filled with blooms and in which the lark will again mount to hail the sun, and the call of the dove to her mate will fill the air with song. That experience is a symbol that while a worn-out worn-out body may need rest, there is in it a soul that had its light kindled by a spark from the fountain where everlasting light has its source and that light cannot be quenched. It is shining somewhere, for death is but transition, and we have a right to believe be-lieve that as progress is the rule, where that light is shining now, there is a clearer atmosphere, and to souls sublimated there are handclasps sweeter than are ever known here, there is softer music than was ever played here, and the love-light in the eyes that we in sorrow closed here takes on a new enchantment. The possibilities of all this comes with the strength of conviction upon us as we read of that message finding its way above the trackless ocean and through the pathless air to tell a sorrowing son that his father was no more; it is a symbol that he who holds the mountains and billow-tossed ocean in the hollow of his hand is keeping watch and that all is well. |
