The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1888-08-10

boo&s oe etsnity are opsned on the throass
of judgment will ever be known what she
has suffered. O, ye who are twisting .
garland for the victor, put it on that pale
brow. When she is dead the neighbors
will beg linen to make her shroud and
she will be carried out in plain box with
no silver plate to tell her years, for she has
lived q thousand years of trial and anguish.
The gamblers and swindlers who destroyed
her husband will not come to the funeral.
One carriage will be enough for that
funeral-one carriage to carry the orphans
and the two Christian women who presided
over the obsequies.
But there is fash, and the opening Of
a celestial door, and q shout: Lift up
your head, We everlasting gates, and let
her come in" And Christ will step forth
and say: ''Come in! Ye suffered with Ne
on earth, be giorified with Ne in Heaven"
What is the highest throne in Heaven!
You say: "The throne Of the Lord, God
Almighty and the Lamb" No doubt about
it. What is the next highest throne in
Heaven: While I speak it seems to me
that it will be the throne OF the drunkard's
wife, il she with cheerful patience endured
all her earthly torture. Heroes and hero.
ines.
find also in this roll the heroes of
Christian charity. We ell admire the
George Peabodys and the James Lenoxes
of the earth, who give tens and hundreds
Of thousands OF dollars to good objects.
But I am speaking this morning Of those
who, out Of their pinchcd poverty. help
others-of such men as those Christian
missionaries ut the West, who are living
on $50 year that they may proclaim
Christ to the people, one OF them, writing
to the secretary Of New York, saying: 81
thank you for that S25. Until yesterday
we have had no meat in our house for
three months. We have suffered terribly.
My children have no shoes this winter"
And Of those people who have only half
loaf Of bread, but give a piece of it to
others who are hungrier; and CT those who
have only scuttle Of coal, but help others
to fuel; and of those who have only a dol.
lar in their pocket, and give 8 cents to
somebody else; and Of that father who
wears shabby coat, and Of that mother
who wears a faded dress, that their chill
dren may be well appareled. You call
them paupers, or ragamuffins, or emiSrants.
call them heroes and heroines.
You and l may not know where they
live or what their names are. God knows,
and they have more angels lowering over
them than you and l have. and they will
have a higher seat in Heaven. They may
have only a cup Of cold water to give
poor traveller, or may have only picked a
splinter from under the nail of a child's
finger, or have put only two mites into the
treasury, but the Lord knows them. Con-
sidering what they had. they did more than
wehave ever done, and their faded dress will
become a white robe, and the small room
will be an eternal mansion, and the old hat
will be Il cOrOnet Of victory, and all the
applause of earth and all the shouting of
Heaven will be drowned out when God
rises up to give His reward to those humble
workers in His kingdom, and to say to
them: swell done, good and faithful ser
want" You have all seen or heard Of the
ruin of Melrose Abbey. suppose in some
respects it is the most exquisite ruin on
earth. And yet, looking at it, was not so
impressed-you may set it down as had
taste-but was not so deeply stirred as
was at tombstone at the foot of the abb
hey - the tombstone placed by Walter
Scott over the grave Of an old man who
had served him for q good many years in
his house-the inscription most significant,
and defy any man to stand there and
road it without tears coming into his eyes
the epitaph: ''Well done, good and
faithful servant" o, when our work is
over, will it be found that because of any
thing we have done for God or the Church
or suffering humanity such an inscription
10 appropriate for us. God grant it.
Who are those who were bravest and
deserved the greatest monument, Lord
Ciaverhouse and his burly soldiers or John
Brown, the Edinburgh carrier, and his
wife? Mr.. Atkins, the prosecuted minister
Of Jesus Christ in Scotland, was secreted
by John Brown and his wife, and Claver.
house rode up one day with his armed
men and shouted in front of the house.
John Browns little girl came out. He said
to her: ''Well, Miss, is Mr.. Atkins here:"
She made no answer, for she could not be-
tray the minister Of the gospel. ''Ha!"
Claverhouse said, ''then you are chip of
the old block, are you? l have something
in my pocket for you. 1t is . nosegay.
Some people call it thumbscrew, but
call it a nosegay." And he got off his
horse and he put it on the little girls
hand and began to turn it until the bones
cracked aud she cried. He said: Don't
cry, don't cry; this isn't thumbscrew;
this is q nosegay." And they heard
the child's cry, and the father and
mother came out and ClaverhOuss said:
'Ha. it seems that you three have laid
your holy heads together determined to die
like all the rest Of your hypocritical, can't
ing. snivelins crew; rather than give up
Ar
would die. l have telescope with me that
will improve your VISION" and he pulled
out q pistol. Now" he said, 'you cid
pragmatical, lest you should catch cold in
this cold morning Of Scotland and for the
honor and safety Of the King. to say moth
ing of the glory Of God and the good of
our souls, will proceed simply and i'll the
neatest and most expeditions style possible
to blow your brains out" John Brown
fell upon his knees and began to pray.
''Ah |" said Claverhouse, ''lOOk out il you
are going to pray: steer clear Of the King,
the COuncil and Richard Cameron"
20 Lord" said John Brown, ''since it
seems to be Thy will that should leave
this world for world where can love
Thee better and serve Thee more, I put
this poor widow woman and these helpless,
fatherless children into Thy hands. We
have been together in peace a good while,
but now We must look forth to . better
meeting in Heaven, and rs for these poor
creatures, blindfolded and infatuated, that
stand before me, convert them before it be
too late, and may they who have sat in
Judgment in this lonely place on this bles-
sed morning upon me, O poor, defenseless
fellow creature-may they. in the last
judgment find that mercy which they have
refused to me, Thy most unworthy, but
faithful servant. Amen" Herose upa and