The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1888-05-10

mighty and silent at the same time. You
look at the engine and the machinery in
the Philadelphia mint, and, as you see it
performing its wonderful work. YOU viii
be surprised to ind how silently it goes.
DESTROYS itself; Init silent machinery
Is often most effective. Now. so it Is
with the soul Of man, with all its tre-
mendous faculties-it moves in silenca
Judgment, without any racket, lifting
its scales; memory, without any noise,
bringing down ali lbs treasures; conscience
taking its Judgment seat without any ex-
element; the understanding and the viii
all doing their WORK. Velocity, majesty,
might; but silence silence. You listen
at the door OF your heart. You can hear
no sound. The soul Is all quiet. It is 30
delicate an instrument that no human
hand can touch 1t. You break bone,
and with sphnters and bandages the
surgeon sets it; the eye becomes infamed,
the apothecary' 8 wash cooIs it; but a soul
off the track, unbalanced, no human
power can readjust it. With one sweep
of its wing It circles the universe and
overvaulfs the throne of God. Why, In
the hour of death the soul is 30 mighty,
it throws aside the BODY as though it
were q toy. u drives back medical ehill
as impotent. breaks through the
circle OF loved orr who stand around the
dying couch Win one leap it springs
beyond star ana moon and sun, and
chasms q sEnssnsa$y. OH = y soul
superior 70 ~ material thingsl No fire
can consume +; no floods can drown 1t; no
rocks can crush It; no walls can inn
pede it: no time can exhaust it. 1t wants
no bridge on which to CROSS a chasm. It
wants no plummet with which to sound
depth. A soul 30 mighty, so swift, so
silent, must be . priceless soul.
calculate the value Of the soul. also,
by its CAPACITY for happiness. How much
ioy it can get in this world out of friend
ships, out of books, out of clouds, out
of the sea, out of flowers, out of
ten thousand things; and yet all the joy
it has here does not test its capacity.
You are In concert before the curtain
hoists, and you hear the instruments pre-
paring-the sharp snap of the broken
string, the scraping of the bow across the
viol. 'There Is no music in that" you
say. It is only getting ready for the
music. And all the enjoyment of the
soul In this world, the enjoyment we
think IS real enjoyment, Is only prepara-
tive; 1t IS only anticipat1ve; it is only the
flrst stages OF the thing; it is only the
entrance, the beginning OF that which
shall be the orchestral harmonies and
splenGors OF the redeemed.
You cannot test the full power Of the
soul fer happiness in this world. How
much power the soul has here to find en-
joyment in friendshipsl but, oh, the
grander friendships for the soul in the
skies! How sweet the flowers herel but
how much sweeter they will be therel 1
do not think that when flowers die on
earth they die forever. think that the
fragrance OF the flowers is the spirit
being waited away into glory. God says
there are palm trees in heaven and fruits
in heaven. If SO, why not the spirits Of
the dead f1owersa In the sunny valleys
OF heaven, shall not the marigold creep?
On the hills of heaven. will not the
amararth bloolna On the amethystine
walls Of heaven, will not the jasmine
climb2 .'My beloved is come down in
his garden to gather ilies." No flowers
IN heaVenf Where, then, do they get
their garlands for the brows of the
righteous!
Christ is glorious to our souls now, but
how much grander our appreciation after
a while! A conqueror comes back after
the battle. He has been fighting for us.
He comes upon the platform. He has
one arm in sling, and the other arm
holds crutch. As he mounts the plat
form, oh, the enthusiasm of the audi
'cz1ce-.ie - that man fought for
us ana imper,ied hls dfe for Us, and
how wi,d the huzza that follows huzza'
When the Lord Jesus Christ shall 1T last
STAND oet oeIore 1ne maltlsuoes OF 1he re-
deemed OF neaVen. ana we meet mm ace
70 race, ana ieei that ne was wounded IN
the head, ana wounded IN the hands, and
wounded IN the feet ana wounded In the
sde Tor us, methlnks we VIII be over
whelmed. we VIII SIT some time gazing
in silence. until some leader amidst the
white robed choir shall lift the baton of
light, and give the signal that it is time
heaven will then break forth into: s.Ho-