The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1879-03-19

by ministering spirits. Who are
they to be? Souls that went up
from Madras or Antioch or Jerusa-
lem? Oh. no; our glorifed kindred
are going to troop around us. Hesv-
en- is not a stately, formal place. as
[ sometimes hear it described; q
very frigidity Of splendor, where
people stand on cold formalities and
90 around about with heavy crowns
of gold on their heads.
GLORIOUS CONSOLATION.
Now l bring you this glorious con-
ISOLATION of future recognition. II
you could get this theory into your
heart it would lift a great many
shadows that are stretching across
il. When / was a lad / used TO 90
out to the railroad track and put my
ear down on the track, and l could
hear the express train rumbling
miles away and coming on; and to-
day, ny friends. if we only had faith
enough. we could put our ear down
70 the grave of our dead and listen
and hear ia the distance the rumb-
ling Of the chariots of resurrection
victory. Oh, heaven, sweet heaven (!
You do not spell heaven as you used
to spell it, When you want to spell
that word you place side by side
the faces of the loved ones who are
gone, and 10 that irradiation Of light
and love and beauty and joy, you
spell it out as never before, in sengs
and hallelujahs. y ye, whose hearts
are down under the sod Of the ceme-
terry, cheer up-cheer up at the
thought of this reunion, On, how
much you will have TO tell them
when once you meet them. How
much you have been through since
you saw them last. On the shining
shore you will talk it all oyer-the
heartaches, the loneliness, the sleep.
less nights, the weeping until you
had no more power to weep, because
the heart was Withered and dried
up the story of the vacant chair and
empty cradle, and little shoe only
half worn out, never to be worn
again, just the shape of the foot that
once pressed il; aud dreams, when
you thought that the departed had
come back again and the room seem
ed bright with their faces and yOu
started up to greet them and in the
effort the dream broke and you found
yourself standing amid-room in the
midnight-alone Talking it all
over, and then, hand in hand, walk
ing up and down in the light, no
sorrow, no tears and no death. Oh,
heaven beautiful heaven Heaven
where our friends are ! Heaven
where we expect to be In the East
they take a cage Of birds to the
tomb Of the dead and there open the
door of the cage and the birds flying
out sing, and would to-day bring q
cage of Christian consultations to the
grave of your loved ones aud | would
open the door and let them oil al
the air with the music Of their voices
ON EARTH AND IN HEAVEN.
/ Oh, how different it is on eartl
from the way it is in heaven. Whsr
a Christian dies. we say, "Close biz
eyes" In heaven they say "Giv'
hIm a place" On earth we say
LET him down into the ground
In heaven they say, Hoist him on ;
throne" On earth it is Farewell
farewell" In heaven it is "Wel
come, welcome" And so 1 see
Christian soul coming down to th,
river of death, aud he steps into thI
river and the water comes to Oh,
ankle. He says, Lord Jesus, i
this death?' mo" says Christ
this is not DEATH" And he wade
still deepeS down iuto the water uu
til the food comes 10 the knee, an'
he says, Lord Jesus, tell me, tel
nae is this death?" and Christ says
, mo, no this is moth DEATH" anC
he wades still further down until thi
wave comes to the girdle, and tn
soul Gays. Lord Jesus, is thi
death p "Ne," says Christ, "thI
is not" and deeper in Wades th
soul till the biIlow strikes the lip
and the departing one cries, "Lor,
Jesus, is this deathr' "No," say
Christ, "this is not" But wher
Christ had lifted this soul upon
throne of glory and the pomp an,
JOY of heaven came surging to hi
, feet, then said Christ, This, {
trembling SOUL This is deathl"
The reverned gentleman was Wis