Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1860-11-01
Do They Kiss Ne at Home? 3"


Suci- u question, peradventure, might have
0cen asked by our dear departed one, of her
friend, who was not long in following her to
The rest of heaven. II the spirits Of the
blessed take any interest in the affairs Of
earth, they surely d. not forget the tender
lies which once bound them to GARTH God
created them, and there is lar-seeing pur-
pose in the conceptions of the infinite mind.
Yes, we miss you when the time for the
evening walk comes, which was so lightoned
by your cheerful companionship. Yet the
starting tear is checked by the thought that
abe now walks with God, clothed in white
linen, which is the righteousness Of the saints.
They " WALK IN wLITE!" That expression
Is not Of the earth, earthly. 1t is beyond the
conception Of poetic imagination a crea-
zion, Of the Spirit Of God. Ny soul longs
spotless purity, that heavenly perfection.
Re 8 We groan, being burdcned." There
ever breath is song of praise, every emo.
! ton AZ alteration, every sentiment glowing
! worship. Do We miss thee, sister? Let that
.s.Ient instrument testify, from which you was
eustomcd 70 wake harmony that thrills us
ID Tie wa.E.4eeolecton. The day comes and
foes tho swGo: autumnal evening sets in :;
,5ut We hear not the accustomed notes from
chose lips, that never spake but gontlc words.
They eun never more blend with the melody
Of this now yoicoess piano. But the harp Of
heaEcn'. that shall never drop from thine
hand. We miss you from the quiet circle
around the family altar. Never absent, ever
ready with the quoted verse from the rich
St0reaouso Of the Bible; ever impressive in
the reading Of the holy word-it was indeed
shy guide to heaven. Nothing can fill this
gap. 1t is a perpetual reminder Of the rava-
yes of death, which sin has brought into our
world Earth has no substitute with which
se fill such vacancy. We are compelled to
. look up. Oh, let US not look in vain merci-
tU Father
d. ihey miss me at home? How should
1t be otherwise, SO long as the power of gen.
!. SIC affections is so great, while tie love Of
!. daughtcr cnchains the heart of parent and
s{6lcsses the manly brother and loving sister,
sFEc miss you everywhere. The poor miss
goa Those angel visits $50 esteemed by the
B poor) will be welcomed no more. They must
: suffer on, unrcicyed by your refreshing pres
senco, your sympathetic visits, but God will
:. pyoridc other dcliverors, when the true
hearted sleep in Christ. This mournful va
e4ncy does teach US to look up to the Infinite
!. fulness OF God, as that from which We are TO
derive our chief supplies Of consolation. It
is but thin partition that divides US from
the objects of our love. We may not remove
the veil that hides from us the mysteries of
eternity we may not too curiously pry into
thc state Of the departed, but we know they
have passed these mortal bouaaries III Gods
hest time. His choice must be our choice !;
his will our joy. He loves our ransomod
ones more than We DO. Soon We shall know
aswe are known. Meantime let us rejoice
that, " as with open face bohoIding as in q
glass the glory of the Lord, we are changed
INTO the same image from glory to glory, even
as by the Spirit Of the Lord.
We miss the moral beauty, and matchless
ioveliness Of many dear ones on EARTH but
how soon shall we be permitted TO gaze on
brighter manifestations Of the excellent glory
Of Christ reflected in them. Who Can de-
scribe the BEAUTY OF HOLINESS ? Imperfect
lions ceave to the most uucxceptionable on
earth. Love buries them all in the grave
over which it mourns, but in heaven there
will be none to bury. Transcondent perfec-
hon is the glory of that life, which they
there live in Christ, for they arc " ever with
The Lord" That is heaven. None shall ever
be missed from that circle, for pallid death