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Literary
October 12, 1836
Morning Star
Limerick, York County, Maine
What is this article about?
A weary, sick traveler named Lazarus, impoverished and far from home, collapses outside a rich man's gate in Palestine. Fed scraps and soothed by dogs, he dies alone but is honored in burial by the rich man. His soul ascends to heaven, borne by angels to Abraham's bosom, emphasizing the gospel preached to the poor.
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LAZARUS. A SKETCH.
In the latter part of a summer day in Palestine, a weary traveller, feeble, sick, and full of sores, was seen staggering towards a city the place of his residence, there in the bosom of his family to lie down and die. This good man had travelled into distant lands, in pursuit of lawful business, where he was taken sick. His money expended, among strangers, far away from his family and friends, he was constrained to beg water and bread to sustain him until he should arrive at home. He struggles forward and arrives before the mansion of one of the rich and great, where his strength was exhausted, and down he sank by the way side. Some kind hearted person carried him to the rich man's gate, as the accustomed place to obtain relief. The sufferer is fed with the broken meat from the rich man's table, and attended to according to the use of that country. With kinder feelings than men generally possess, dogs had compassion on the afflicted one, licked his sores, and assuaged his pain. But the journey of life draws to a close—the vital part is being extinguished the purple current stagnates? And must Lazarus die, alone, without a friendly hand to close his eyes, or a kind heart to cheer his passage through the dark valley of deathshade? But hark! the sound of heavenly minstrelsy is heard—music such as angels sing, and seraphs touch, fills the ethereal concave, and with loudest sweetest notes,
Angels say,
Sister Spirit come away.
With strength not of his own, the dying Lazarus rises, and with feeble step, enters the rich man's gate, and seeks his chamber. The rich man is alarmed, and calls for his servants. They come, but too late—the spirit has fled. The rich man looks upon the lifeless body, and says, "This man was a stranger to me, but he was a good man, and I will bury him honorably." And he did so.
But the soul of Lazarus is safe. It has passed through the dark valley, supported by the arm of the Almighty, and is now in the presence of its God, where there is fullness of joy, and pleasures forevermore.
The saint opens his eyes, and sees around him
hosts of ministering spirits waiting for his release—the mortal pang is past—angels upon
fleetest wings bear away Lazarus to Abraham's
bosom, to paradise, to heaven—Hallelujah!
to the poor the gospel is preached.—
Hear.
In the latter part of a summer day in Palestine, a weary traveller, feeble, sick, and full of sores, was seen staggering towards a city the place of his residence, there in the bosom of his family to lie down and die. This good man had travelled into distant lands, in pursuit of lawful business, where he was taken sick. His money expended, among strangers, far away from his family and friends, he was constrained to beg water and bread to sustain him until he should arrive at home. He struggles forward and arrives before the mansion of one of the rich and great, where his strength was exhausted, and down he sank by the way side. Some kind hearted person carried him to the rich man's gate, as the accustomed place to obtain relief. The sufferer is fed with the broken meat from the rich man's table, and attended to according to the use of that country. With kinder feelings than men generally possess, dogs had compassion on the afflicted one, licked his sores, and assuaged his pain. But the journey of life draws to a close—the vital part is being extinguished the purple current stagnates? And must Lazarus die, alone, without a friendly hand to close his eyes, or a kind heart to cheer his passage through the dark valley of deathshade? But hark! the sound of heavenly minstrelsy is heard—music such as angels sing, and seraphs touch, fills the ethereal concave, and with loudest sweetest notes,
Angels say,
Sister Spirit come away.
With strength not of his own, the dying Lazarus rises, and with feeble step, enters the rich man's gate, and seeks his chamber. The rich man is alarmed, and calls for his servants. They come, but too late—the spirit has fled. The rich man looks upon the lifeless body, and says, "This man was a stranger to me, but he was a good man, and I will bury him honorably." And he did so.
But the soul of Lazarus is safe. It has passed through the dark valley, supported by the arm of the Almighty, and is now in the presence of its God, where there is fullness of joy, and pleasures forevermore.
The saint opens his eyes, and sees around him
hosts of ministering spirits waiting for his release—the mortal pang is past—angels upon
fleetest wings bear away Lazarus to Abraham's
bosom, to paradise, to heaven—Hallelujah!
to the poor the gospel is preached.—
Hear.
What sub-type of article is it?
Prose Fiction
Allegory
What themes does it cover?
Religious
Death Mortality
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Lazarus
Rich Man
Death
Angels
Heaven
Gospel
Palestine
Parable
Literary Details
Title
Lazarus. A Sketch.
Key Lines
Angels Say,
Sister Spirit Come Away.
This Man Was A Stranger To Me, But He Was A Good Man, And I Will Bury Him Honorably.
To The Poor The Gospel Is Preached.—
Hear.