Democratic messenger., 1888-09-08

same emphasis, why,b would take nine-
tenths ofyour trouble of your heart. The
fact Is. Heaven TO many Of US Is great
fog. Il is away of somewhere, filed with
an uncertain and indefinite population.
That Is the kind OF Heaven too many of US
dream about; but It Is most tre-
mendous fact In all the universe this
Heaven OF the Gospel. Our departed
friends are not afoat. The residence In
which you live Is not so real as the one In
which they stay. You are afloat, you
who do not know In the morning what
viii happen before night. They are
housed and safe for ever. Do not, there.
fore, pity your departed friends who have
died in Christ. They do not need any Of
your pity. You might as we'll send a
letter OF coincidence to Queen Victoria on
her obscurity or to the Rothschilds on
their poverty rs to pity those who have
won the palm. Do not say Of those who
are departed, poor child!" Poor father p
Poor mother!" They are not poor. You
are poor-you whose homes have been
shattcred-not they. You do not dwell
much with families In this world. All day
long you are Oft to business. Will It. not
be pleasant when you can he together all
the while? If you have had four children,
and one is gone, and anybody asks how
many children you have, do not be so in.
fidcl as to say three. Say four-onc In
Heaven. DO not think that the grave Is
unfricndly. You so into your room and
dress for some grand entertainment, and
you conc forth beautifully apparcled and
the grave is only the place where We go
to dress for the glorious resurrection, and
We will come out radiant, NOR.
tality having become immortality. Oh
how much coincidence there is In this
thought. l expect TO see my kindred in
Heaven; expect to sec them as certainly
as expect To go home today. Ay, shall
more certainly see them. Eight or ten will
come up from the graveyard back Of
Somervillc, ami one will conc up from
the mountains hack Of Annoy, China, and
another will come up from the sea of
Cape Hateras, ard 30 will come up from
Greenwood, aud l shall know them better
than ever knew them here. Aud your
friends-they may be across the sea, but the
trumpet that sounds here will sound there.
You will come up on just the same day
Some morning you have oversight your
self, you open your eyes and see that the
sun is high in the heavens, and you say :
4 have oversight, and must be up and
off," So you will open your eyes on the
morning Of the resurrection, in the full
blaze of Gods light, and you will say: ~
must he up and away" Oh! yes. yon will
come up, and there will be u reunion, n
reconstruction of your family. like what
Mr.. IIalburton, l think 1t was-good old
Mr.. lIalburton-said in his last moments {:
II thank God that ever lived, and that
| haze father in Heaven, and mother
in Heaven, and brothers in Heaven, md
sisters In Heaven, and am now gong
up TO see them" O
! remark Gncc more. our troubles in this
world arc prcparativc for glory. What II
transition II was for Paul from the slip.
perry deck OF laundering ship to the
calm presence of Jesus! What trans.
ition Il was for Laiimer--from the stakes
to a thronc! What transition II was for
Robert lIall-from insanity to glory
What transition II was for Richard Bax.
ter--from the dropsy to the "saint Of
everlasting rest! And what transition
il will be for you-from world of sor.
row to world of joy. John Holland,
when he was dying, said: "What means
this brighti( )s It the room? Have you
lighi.d the candlcs?" "No." they replied,
1--WE have no, lighted any candles" Then
said hc-"Wclcome IIcavcuw the light
already heaming upon his pillow. o yc
who are prosecuted in this world, Your
enemies will get off the track aftera while,
aHu ati VIII SpS"N NSH W gpu "iitOHS thc
thrones. IIo! yc who are sick now, no
medicines 10 take there, One breath oi
the eternal hills thrill you with immortal
vigor. Aud yc who are lonesome now,
there will be thousand spirits 10 wei
come into their companionship. Oh! ye
bcrcft souls . there will be no grave. dig.
gers spade that will clcave the side OF
that hill, and there will he no dirge wall
ing from that temple. The river of God,
deep as the joy Of Heaven. will roll on
between bank. odorous with balm. and
over depths bright with jewels. and under
skies rOseate with gladness, argosics OF
light going down the stream to the
song of angels! Not one sigh in the wind;
not one tear mingling with the waters.
There shall baihc my weary soul.
In seas Of heavenly rest.
And not n wave Of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast"