Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1870-05-13
From Gates Ajar,
Deacon Quirk on Music.

~ hope you will pardon me, u'am, for
repeating it; but Clotida says that you told
her that she could play music in Heaven.
Play music, ma'am?''
Il certainly did, she said quietly.
You did? Well, now, ] didn't believe
it, nor wouldn't believe until I'd asked
you. | thought that it warn't more than
fair that should ask you before repeating
it, you know. It's none OF my business.
Mrs Forceythe, any more than take gen
eral interest in the spirtooral welfare Of the
youth of our Sabbath school-but l am
surprised-I am very much surprisedl'
Il am surprised that you should be, Dea.
con Quirk. Do you believe that God
would take poor, little. disappointed girl,
like Clio. who has been all her life here for
hidden the enjoyment Of a perfectly inno-
cent taste, and keep her in His happy
Heaven eternal years, wi,hou. finding means
to CRAFTY it? don',!'
Il tell Coti!da, don't see what she wants
OF pianoforte," observed Clolilda' $ uncle,
sententiously-She can 60 to singing school
and she's been in the choir ever since J
have, which is six years the coming Christ
mas. Besides, don't think it's our place
to speculate on the mysteries of the heaven
ly sphere. My wife told her that she mustn't
believe in such things as that, which were
very lrreverent and contrary to the Script
ures, and Clio. went home CRYING. She said
at was SO pretty to think about. Il is very
easy TO impress these delusions Of fancy
upon the young
"Pray, Deacon Quirk, said Aunt Wini.
f,ol l., n
riage, twill you tell me what there is 'ir-
reyerent or 'unscriptural in the idea that
there will be instrumental N usic in Heay-
| en?'
"Well," replied the deacon, after some
consideration, come to think of it, there
will be harps, suppose. Harpers harping
with their harps on the sea Of glass. But
don't believe there will be any piannas.
It's dreadfully material way to talk about
that glorious world to my thinking"
If you could show ire wherein harp is
less material than piano, perhaps could
agree with you.'
Deacon Qnirk looked rather nonplussed
for moment.
"What do You suppose people will do in
Heaven?" she asked again.
"Glorfy Cod" said the deacon-prompt-
ly recovering himself" "Glorify God, and
sing Worthy the Lamb.' We shall be
clothed with white robes, with palms in our
hands, and bow before the Great White
Throne! We Shall be engaged iii such
employments as best beit sinless crea
lures in spiritual state Of existence"
Now, Deacon Quirk," replied Aunt
Winifred, looking LIN over from head to
foot-oll straw h.t, calico shirt, blue over
ais, cowhide boots, coarse, work -worr
hands, and marrow forehead, braided tight.
"Just imagine yourself, will you, taken out
Of this life this minute, as you stand here
in your potato field the deacon. changed
his position with evident uneasiness) anC
put into another life-not anybody else, bu
Yourself, Just as you left this spot-and dC
you honesty think that you should be ] $
as happy to 90 and put on white dres
and stand still in a choir, with greer
branch in one hand and singing book ii
the other, and sing and pray-this year
next rear. and every year, torevert'
"Well,' he replied, surprised into ml
mentarv flash OF carnal wonder, Il can
say that shouldn't wonder for moment
may be, how 4biniaa5 would erer get ttes
potatoes hoetl asifhom me-Abinidab! g
back 10 your work y
The graceful Abinidab had sauntered W
during the conversation, and was listenn 2
hoe in hand and mouth wide open.