The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1880-07-29

OCTOBER DoIOT0 Ln6 leaves bChtIoA' ~
that land the souls will talk over the diff
ferent modes of threshing. Oh, the
story of the staff hat struck the fitches,
and the rod that beat the Cummin, and
the tron wheel that went over the corn!
Daniel will describe the lions, and Jonah
the Leviathan, and Paul the elm.wood
whips with which he was sCourged, and
Eve will tell how aromatic Eden was
the day she left it, and John R)gers will
tell of the smart of the fame, and Elijah
of the fiery team that wheeled him up
the sky sleeps, and Christ of the numb
ness, and the paroxysm, and the hem
orrhages of the awful Crucitixion. There
they are before the throne of God. Ga
one elevation all those who were struck
of the staff; on a higher elevation those
who were struck Of the rod; on a highest
elevation, and amid the highest attitudes
of heaven, those who were under the
wheel. He will not ever be threshing it.
o, my hearers, is there not not enough
salve in this text to make a p aster large
enough to heal all your wound'P When
a child is hurt, the mother is very apt to
say to it, NOW it will soon feel better"
And that is what God says when He
embosoms all the trouble in the hush OF
this great promise: "Weeping may en-
dure for a night, but joy cometh in the
morning" You may leave your pocket
handkerchief sopping wet with tears on
your death pillow, but you will go up abb
solutely sorrowless, They will wear
black, you will wear white. Cypress for
them; palms for you. You may say; lis
it possible l am hereP Is this heaven
Am | 30 pure now l will never do airy.
thing wrongP Am 80 well | never will
be sick again2 Are these companion
ships 30 firm they never can be broken
AGAIN. Is that Mary? Is that JohnP Is
that my loved one l put away into the
darkness? Can it be these are the faces
of those who 30 wan and emaciated in
the back room that awful night, dyingP
Oh, how radiant they areI Look at
theml Why, how different this place is
from what l thought when | left the
world below. Ministers drew pictures
of this land, but how tame compared
with the reality. They told me on earth
that death was asunset. No, No! 1t is
sunrisel Glorious sunrisel l see the
light now purpling the hills, and the
clouds fame with the coming day." Then
the gates of heaven will be o ened, and
the entranced SOU, with the a%Cuteness
and power of celestial vision, will look
ten thousand miles down upon the ban
nered procession-a river of shimmering
.splendor-and will cry out: "Who are
they?" And the angel of God, standing
close by, will say: Don't you know who
they areP" mo, l cannot guess who
they are" says the entranCed soul. The
angel will say, II will tell you who they
are. They are those who Came mp out of
great tribulation, and had their robes
washed and made white in the blood of
the lamb" Oh that l could administer
some of these drops of celestial anodyne
to these nervous and excited souls. If
you would take enough of it, it would
cure all your pangs. The thought that
you are going to get through with this
after while-all this sorrow and all this
trouble. We shall have a great many
grand days in heaven, but l will tell you
will be the grandest day of all the
ages of heaven. You say: "Are
you sure you can tell meP' Yes, | can.
1t will be the day we get there, Some
say heaven is growing more glorious. |
suppose it is; but l do not care much for
Heaven now is good enough for
me. History has no more gratulatory
scene than the breaking in of the Eng
lisE army upon Lucknow, India. A few
weeks before a massacre had occurred at
Ga ynpore, and two hundred and sixty
women and children had been put in a
room, Then five professional butchers
went in and slew them. Then the bod
.es of the slain were taken out and put
INTO a well. As the English army came
INTO Cawnpore they went into the room;
md Oh, what a horrid scene! Sword
strokes on the wall near the floor, show
ng that the poor m had Crouched
when they died; and they also saw that
he floor was ankle deep with blood.
The soldiers walked on their heels across
t, lest their shoes be submerged of the
carnage. And ON that floor Of blood did
low locks of hair and fragments of dres-
jes. Outin Lucknow they had heard Of
he massacre, and the women were wait
ng for the same, awful death. waiting
mid anguish untold, waiting in pain
md starvation, but waiting heroically-
when, n day, Havelock, 0utram and
Norman, and Peel, the heroes of the En-
army--huzza for theml broke in
IN that horrid scene; and while yet the
,uns we're sounding, and cheers were is.
Iuing from the starving, dying people on
he one side, and from the travel-worn
md powder blackened soldiers IN the
,ther-right there, in front of the Kings
there was such a scene of hand.
embracing and boisterous Joy,
IS would utterly C%onfound the pen of the
)oet and the pencil of the artist. No
Wonder, when these worn women, who
lad suffered so heroiCally for Christ's
AXE, marched out of their incarceration,
me wounded English soldier got up in
liz fatigue and wounds, and leaned
the wall, and threw up his cap
md shouted: "Three cheers, my boys,
or the brave womenl" Oh, that was an
exciting scene, but a gladden. and more
scene will it be when you
,ome up into heaven from the conflicts
md incarCefations of this world, stream
ng with the wounds of battle and wan
With hunger, while the hosts of God are
their great hosanna, you will
trike hands of Congratulation and de-
iverance in the presence of the throne.
that will be glorious meeting. Hail
lail, thou sons and daughters of the
ord God Almighty.