The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-08-11
NJ 90
NO. e)eeo

for the trumpet but after q while
be will put the last dirge into the
portfolio for ever. So much Of US
as is wheat will be separated from
so.much as is chaff, and there will
be no more need ofpounding.
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 bis own chariot Of
salvation, and free access to the
wardrobe where princes get their
array. No tears of sickness, for
there are no pneumonias on the
air and no malarial 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
climate like our June before the
blossoms fall, or our gorgeous Oc-
tober before the leaves scatter. In
that land the souls yiiI talk over
the different modes Of threshing.
Oh, the story of the staff that
struck the ftches, 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 the sky-steeps,
and Christ of the numbness and
the paroxysm, and the hemor-
rhages of the awful cruci6xion.
There they are before the throne
of God. On one elevation, all
those who were struck Of the staff.
On a 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 threshing it.
O, my hearers, is there not
enough salve in this text to make
plaster large enough to heal all
your wounds? when q child is
hurt the mother is very apt to
say 70 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 a 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 up absolutely
sorrowless. They will wear black;
you will wear white. Cypress for
tt IN; palms for you. You will
say us it possible that am here?
Is this heaven? Am / so pure
now will never do any thing
wrong? Am l so we'll that l will
never again be sick ? Are. these
companionships so firm that they
will never again be broken Is that
Mary? Is that John? Is that
my loved one 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 are? Look
at them! How radiant they are!
Why, how unlike this place is
from what I 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 sunset. No, no;
IT IS SUNRISE!
Glorious sunrise! I see the
light now purpling the hills,
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 fsbimmering splen-
dor-and will cry out: "Who
are they p And the angel of
Cod standinr close by. will saw: