The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1888-01-05

spring in your step, and an exuberanc9,
of spirits and c!earness of eye, that;
made you thank Col you were permitted
to live. The nerves were harpstrings,
and the sunlight was doxology, and
the rustling leaves were the rustling of
the robes of great crowd rising up tos
praise the Lord. You thought that you5
knew what it was to be well, but thereI
is no perfect health on earth. The diseases
of past generations came down to us. The
airs that float now upon the earth
are not like those which foated above5
paradise. They are charged with im7
purities and distempers. The more elastict
and robust health of earth, comparedI
with that which those experience before
whom the gates have been opened, isl
nothing but sickness and emaciation!
Look at that soul standing before the,
throne. On earth she was a life longt
invalid. See her step now, and hear herf
voice now Catch, If you can, one breath
of that celestial air. Health in all the.
pulses health of vision health Of spirits
immortal health. No racking cough, mol
sharp pleurisies, no consuming fevers, }
no. exha1sting pains, no hospitals Of
wounded men. Health swinging In the
air; health flowing in all the streamsa
health blooming ON the banks. No head4
aches, no sideaches, no backaches. That
child that1died in the agonies of Group,
hear her voice now ringing In the
anthem. Thatsold man that went boWs
down with the infrmities Of age. aee h
walk now with the step of an immorf
atl,lete--for ever young again. THAT
night when the needle woman tainted
away in the garret wave of the heayeynly
air resuscitated her forever. For eyer
lasting years to have neither ache, NOR
pain, nor weakness, nor fatigue. "Eye
hath not seen it, ear hath not heard i'll -
remark, further, that we can, in this
world. get no just idea of the splen$ $1ors
of heaven. John tries to describe them.
He says: ''The twelve gates are twelve
pearls" and that ''the foundations of the
walls are garnished with all manner of
precious stones" As we stand loetllng
through the telescope of st. John VIE see
blaze of amethyst, and pearl, ana en-
erald, and sardonyx. and ohrysopFasus ),
and sapphire, a mountain of light, 4 a cat
aract of color, sea of glass andAa city
like the sun.
John bids us look again, and I'VE see
thrones; thrones of the prophets thrones
of the patriarchs, thrones OF theS angels,
thrones of the apostles, thrones Of the
martyrs, throne of Jesus-thropfe of God
And we turn round to see the Glory, and
it is thrones! thrones! thronesy
John bids us look again, and we see
the great procession of th3e redeemed
passing; Jesus, on white horse, leads
| L Ill L
following on white horses. Infinite cav
alcade passing, passing; enhpires pressing
into line, ages following lagos. Dispen-
sation tramping on after dispensation.
Glory in the track Of glory, Europe,
Asia, Africa, North end South America
pressing into lines. ! Islands of the sea
shoulder to shoulder. Generations be-
fore the flood following generations after
the flood, and ass Jesus rises at the head
of that great most and waves his sword
in signal of victory, all crowns are lifted
and all enSsigns slung out and all chimes
rung, and all hallelujahs chanted,
and some cry, "Glory to God
most high" and some, "Hosanna to the
son of David" and some, "Northy is
the Lamb that was slain"-tin all excla-
nations of endearment and homage In
the vocabulary of heaven are exhausted,
and there comes up surge after surge of
"Amen amenl and amenp
/ "Eye hath not seen it ear hath not
heard it." Skim from the summer wa
ters the brightest sparkles and you will
get no idea Of the sheen of the everiast-
ing sea. Pile up the splendors of earthly
cities and they would not make step
the city Of God Every house Is pal
ace. Every step triumph. Every COW
ering Of the head coronation. Every
meal is banquet. Every stroke from
the tower is wedding bell. Every day
is jubilee, every hour rapture and
every moment an ecstacy. "Eye hath
not seen it, ear hath not heard it."
remark further, we can get no idea
on earth of the reunions of heaven. II
you have ever been across the seas, and
met friend, or even an acquaintance,
in some strange city, you remember how
your blood thrilled, and how glad you
were to see him. What will be ou1
JOY, after we have passed the seas Of
death, to meet In the bright city of the
sun those from whom we have long beer
separated. After we have been away
from Our friends ten or fifteen years, and
we come upon them, we see how differ
emily they look. The hair has turned,
and wrinkles have come in their faces,
and we say: 'How you have changed p
, But oh, when we stand before the throne.
, al cares gone from the face, all marks
of sorrow disappeared, and feeling the
, joy of that blessed land, methinks we
will say to each other, with an exulta-
ton we cannot now imagine: 'How you
have changedw In this world we only
, meet to part. 1t is goodby, goodby
, Farewells floating in the air. We hear il
| at the rail car window and at the steam
[ and old age answers it. Sometimes ".
| say it in a light way-''goodby;'' ant
l sometimes with anguish in which til,
, soul breaks down. Goodby! All! tha
t Is the word that ends the Thanksgiving
| banquet that is the word that comes il
r to close the Christmas chant Goodby
, goodby. But not SO in heaven. Wei
, comes in the air, welcomes at the gates
welcomes at the house of many mansion
4 but no goodby. That group is con
8 stantly being augmented. They ar
: going up from our circles Of earth b
: Join it-little voices to join the an
g them-little hands to take hold il
e the great home circle--little feet to dane
Q IN the eternal glee-little CROWNS 10 b
1 oast down before the feet Of Jesus. Gu
o friends are in two groups-a group thi
S side of the river and group on the othe
Il side of the river. Now there goes on
n from this to that, and another from thi
4 to that, and soon we will all be gone over
How many of your loved ones hav
/ already entered upon that blessed place
h If should take paper and pencil. do yo
IS think could put them all down9 Ah
my friends, the waves Of Jordan roar S
IS hoarsely we cannot hear the joy on tn
/. other side when that groupis augmented
it 1t is graves here, and coffins and hearse
d here. A little childs mother had die
n and they comforted her. They saic
n Your mother has gone to heaven
q dent cry" and, the next day, the
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