The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-10-25
{ NUMBER Il.

Beautiful is the piety of childhood as
we have seen it manifested by the be-
loved departed. The graces Of the
spirit bloomed sweet in fragrance and
rich in promise-they are now flower,
| ing in nobler cline. Tt is not for us
to regret the early and abrupt removal.
The column that to US seems broken. in
the light of the Immediate Presence is
symmetrical in its proportions, COM
plete in its added topstone, while even
we can read at the base "He being dead
yet speaketh."
For a few moments let me ask your
attention to things no1o anknoa0p get.
TO be reoeazed. "What [ do thou know
est not now, but thou shalt know here
after.
We are ignorant of the wherefore of
the painful dispensations of Pro7i-
dence That our choicest treasures
should be demanded, our sweetest
flowers transplaDted away from our
sight, is to US, at times, strangely in
comprehensive. "All things work to-
gethor for goods is truth we believe,
but we know not bo10 they are work
ing. We but see through a glass darkly.
This mental imperfection accords with
our state of probation and affords us
opportunities for the exercise of faith
and hope.
We know not now the particulars Of
the beatiic state of our holy dead. ]
regard it as one Of the external eviden-
ces Of the truth Of the Bible that it
makes no attempt fully to describe the
happiness Of heaven. False religions
have done SO. The Koran and the
Shasters have tried it, so that had I
their books before me, could picture
before my mind all the bliss they say
awaits me in another state. But I
should not like to know all about the
heaven that awaits me after death.
The horizon of that world could not be
very widely extended if my imperfect
vision were now clear enough to dis
Germ it, The ocean Of eternal felicity
could not be very deep if I could throw
down line and plummet that could
! fathOm its prGfUnditv
a minute revelation tomen on earth
of the gloTies Of the heavenly state
would be utterly impossible. No medf
um Of comparison could be found to
convey them to human minds. SO dis
similar must they be to things in this
mundane sphere. All fgurative de-
scriptions, rich and varied as they are.
come infinitely short. The ecstacies Of
the enraptured soul are unrevealable.
Even here we find that the Hottest and
diVinest emotions OF the soul are unut-
terabIe. And if this be SO with emo
tions here how much more so must it
be with those far higher transports Of
affection which are felt under the warm
and radiant smiles of the great Father
in the temple above!
There would be an improperly in a
minute revelation Of the blessed condi-
ton CT the holy dead. If the things of
eternity could be seen by us in more
distinct and palpable form, their infu-
ence upon US would be such as to rem
der us unfit for the stern dnties Of life,
l remember reading of a gallant ship
whose crew forgot their duties on.
board by the distant vision of their ma
tive hills. Many long years had passed
over them since they had left their
fatherand. AS soon as one Of their
number caught. from the toomast. the
first glance Of his home scenes, he rails
ed a shout ''Yonder it is, Yonder it ISL
That shout shot like electricity through
every heart on board. All sought to
catch the same glance. Some climbed
the masts. Others took the telescope.
Every eye was on it, and every heart
went forth with the eye. All thoughts
Of the vessel On which they stood, and
which was struggling with the pillows,
was gone. 1t might have sprung a leak,
run on shore, or sunk to the bottom for
ought they thought about her The
thoughts and associations Of home so
filed and stirred their natures, so swaI-
lowed up every other thought that
their present duties were utterly neg
lected. Somewhat thus, perhaps, it
would be with US, were the particulars