The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-08-11

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portfolio for ever. So much Of US
as is wheat will be separated from
sosmuch as is chaff, and there will
be no more need of pounding.
They never cry in heaven, be.
cause they have nothing TO cry
about. There are no tears of be-
reavement, for you.shall have your
friends all around about you.
There arc no tears OF poverty, be-
cause each one sits at the Kings
table, and has his own chariot Of
salvation, and free access to the
wardrobe where princes get their
array. No: tears of sickness,sfor
there are no pneumonias on the
air and 40 malariaf exhalations
from the rolling river Of life, and
no crutch for the lame limb, and
no splint for the broken arm ; but
the pulses throbbing with the
health of the eternal God, IN a
climate like our Juue before the
blossoms fall, or our gorgeous Oc-
tober before the leaves-scatter. In
that land the souls will talk over
the different modes Of threshing.
Oh, the story of the staff that
struck the fitches, and the rod
that beat the cummin, and the
iron wheel that went over" the
corn. Daniel will describe the
lions, and Jonah 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 Rogers
will tell of the smart of the fame,
and Elijah Of the fiery team that
wheeled him up che sky-steeps,
and Christ of the numbness and
the paroxysm, and the hemor-
rhages of the awful eruci6xion.
There they are before the throne
of God: On one elevation, all
those who were struck Of the staff.
On higher elevation, all those
who were struck of the rod. On
a highest elevation, and amid the
highest attitudes of heaven, all
those who were under the wheel.
he will not ever be tnreshing it.
O., my hearers, is there BOT
enough salve in this text to make
a plaster large enough to heal all
your wounds? 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: sweeping may en-
dure for night, but joy cometh
in the morning." You may leave
your pocket handkerchief sopping
wet with tears on your death pill,
low, but you will go .np absolutely
sorrowless. They will wear black:
you will wear white: Cypress for
them; palms for you. You will
say: rs it possible that / am here!
Is this heayen? Am / 50 pure
DOW l will never do any thing
wrong? Am so we'll that 1 will
never again be sick ? Are. these
companionships go firm that they
will never again be broken Is that
Mary? Is that John? Is that
my loved oaeH / put away in the
darkness? Can it be that these
are the faces of those who lay so
wan and emaciated in the back
room that awful night, dying
Oh, how radiant they are9 Look
at them! How radiant they are |
Why, how unlike this place is
from what I thought when I 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 sunset. No, no;
1T Is SUNRISE!
Glorious snpr;sei I see the
light now purpling the bills.
and the clouds fame with the com.
ing day." Then the gates of hea-
ven will be opened, and the en-.
tranced soul, with the acuteness
and power of celestial wisdom.
will look ten thousand of miles
down upon the hammered process
sion-a river Of fshimmering splen'
dor-and will cry, out: "Who
are they ?" And the angel Of
God, standing close by, will say
"Don't you know VI ho they are?'
NO." says the enhanced soul, 81
can not guess who they are" The
angel will say: 81 will tell you
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