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Title: Life and death ..
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Flemming, D. Lambden, 1839- (from old catalog)
Subjects: Medicine, Popular Hygiene
Publisher: Philadelphia : Pub. by the author
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ighty men, and every bondman, and every free-man, hid themselves in the dens, and in the rocks of the mountains.—Rev.vi., v. 8 and 15. What wild creation of a fevrish brain Is this, which mocks my sight with ghastly forms Of skeletons—grotesque yet terrible? Is t an illusive vision, conjured up To cheat the eye and scare the timrous soul?— Ha !—no—tis real! see—one moves ! he speaks ! And in the attitude of preaching stands— His book before him, resting on a desk Made up of human bones !—Ah ! now I see Tis Death! gaunt Preacher! whose rude pulpits placed Within the precincts of the charnel house; Where bones on bones, in heaps unnumberd. lie, And fetid exhalations taint the air! There, on the mouldring relics of mankind, The all-subduing Monarch of the Tomb His station takes—as if to make frail man With mans inevitable fate familiar.— Mark ye his outstretchd arm and withering look! While tones sepulchral from his lipless jaws Resound, like thunder in a troubled sky
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DEATH PREACHING. deaths sermon. 129 When nature is convulsd, and man and beastQuail at the crash, and dread of the fiery bolt!And see—the hollow sockets of the eyesGleam with a lurid light, which fearless noneCan view! O how terrific is the scene !—Now all is hushd; for een the last faint soundOf murmring echo dies away. The pauseHow drear !—Now, now again his deep-toned voiceIs heard in accents superhuman, loud,And awfully sublime! Though truth may soundUngracious to the ear, where flattery poursIts honeyed poison—still the truth Ill speak,And though my form appalling to the sightBe deemd—still shall that form be viewd.Mercy and Might with Death go hand in hand!And Mercy bids me throw aside the veilThat screens mortality from outward ken,And keeps mankind in ignorance of self! The great Deliverer of Man am I,Although of mortal Life the Conqueror;For though at human pride my shafts I hurl,And into atoms crush the saunting foolsWho, with prosperity intoxicate, affectTo heed m

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