The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1888-07-31

me that It will be the throne of the drunkard's
wife, if she with cheerful patience endured all
her earthly torture. Heroes and heroines.
/ find also in this roll the heroes Of Christian
charity. We all 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 ain speaking this morning Of those
who, out Of their pinched poverty, help others
of such mon rs those Christian missionaries
at the west, who arc living Oh $3.50 a year that
they may proclaim Christ to the people, one Of
them, writing 10 the secretary in New York,
saying: II thank You for that SO. Until
yesterday we have had no meat in our house
for three months. We have suffered terribly.
My children have 10 shoes this winter" And
of those people who have only a half loaf of
bread, but give piece of il to others who are
hungrier; and Of those who have only a scuttle
Of coal, bat help others to fuel; and Of those
who have only dollar in their pocket, and
give twenty-five cents TO somebody else; and
OF that father who wears shabby coat, and Of
that mother who wears a faded dress, that
their children may be well apparelled. You
call them paupers, or ragamuiiins, or emf
grants. ] call them heroes or heroines You
and l may not know where they live, or what
their name is. God know, and they have more
angels lowering over them than you and /
have, and they viii have higher seat in
heaven.
They may have only cup Of cold water to
give a poor traveller, or may have only picked
a splinter from under the nail Of childs
finger, or have put only two mites into the
treasury, but the Lord knows them. Consid-
erng what they had, they did moro than we
have ever done, and their faded dress will be-
come white robe, and the small room will be
an eternal mansion, and the old hat will be
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 re-
ward TO those humble workers in His king
dom, and say 10 them: "Well done, good and
faithful servant" You have all seen or heard
of the ruin Of Afelrose Abbey. / suppose in
some respects il is the most exquisite ruin on
earth. Aud yet, looking ut it was not 50 i'm
pressed you may set it down 10 bad taste
bat was not 50 deeply stirred as l was at
tombstone at the foot Of that abbey-the tomb
stone placed by Walter Scott over tho grave of
an old man who had served him for a good
many years In his house--the inscription most
significant and defy any man TO stand there
and read it without tears coming into his eyes
the euitaph: well done, good and faith
ful servant" OH when our work is over,
will 1t be found that because Of anything we
have done for God or the church, or suffering
humanity, that such an inscription is appro-
pirate for us? God grant it,
Who are those who were bravest and de-
served the greatest monument Lord ClaYer-
house and his burly soldiers, or John Brown,
the Edinburgh carrier, and his wife? Mr.. At
kins, the prosecuted minister of jesus Christ
in Scotland, was secreted by John Brown and
with his armed men and shouted in front Of
the house, John Browns little girl came out.
lie said t. her: "Well, miss is Mr.. Atkins
here?" She made no answer, for She could
not betray the minister OF the Gospel "Ha"
Clavcrhouse said, then YOU are 2 chin OF the
old block, are you? / have something in my
pocket for YOU. 1t is q nosegay. Some people
call it a thumbscrew, but | cali it a uo5cgay.'
And he got oil his horse, and he put il on the
little girls band. and began 80 turn it until
the bones cracked, and She cried He said:
Don't cry, don cry this isn't thumbscrew;
this Is nosegay." Ana they heard
the childs cry, and the father and mother
came out, and Clayerhouse said: "Ha! it
seems that you three have laid your holy heads
together, determined to die like all the rest Of
your hypocFiiical, cmting, sniveiiing crew:
rather than give up good Mr. Atkins YOU
would die. ! have telescope with me that
Will improve your vision, and be pulled olt
pistol. NOW he said, 'yCu old pr1cmati-
cal, lest You should catch cod in this
cold morning Of scotland, and fa7 tic
honor and safety Of the king, to say nothing OF
the glory of Gcd and the good OF cur souls. /
will proceed simply and IN the ncatest and the
most expeditions style possible 10 blow your
brains out" John Brown fell upon his knees
and began TO pray. "Ahn said Claycrhouse,
lookout II you are going to pray, steer clear
OF the king, the council and Richard Gamer
On" so! Lord, said John Brown, "since il
seems 10 he thy viii that / should
where l can love Thee better and serve Thee
more, pat This poor widow woman and these
helpless, tatheFeSs children into Thy hands.
We have been together IN peace good while
but now " must look forth 10 better meet
ing in heaven, and rs for these poor creatures,
blindioldcd and infatuated, that stand before
me, convert them before il be too late, and
may they who have sat in Judgment in this
lonely place on this blessed morning, upon me,
poor, dofenselcss follow-creature--ina they,
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they have refused to me, Thy most unworthy
but faithful servant Amen lie rose up
and said Isabel, the hour has come of which
| spoke 10 you on the morning when ! pro
You willing now, for the love of God,
TO let me dioE' She put her arms around
hiio aud said: "rhe Lord gave, and tho
Lord hath taken away. Blessed be the name
Of the Lord ~ stop that snWellng," said
Claycrhuuso. Il have enough OF it, Soldiers,
do your work. Take aim! Firew and the
head of John Brown was scattered On the
ground. While the wife was gathering up in
her apron the fragments OF her husbands
head gathering them mp for hural-ClaVer-
house looked into her face and said; "Now,
my good woman. how do you feel now about
your bonnie man." OH she said, II al
ways thought well Of him; he has been very
good 10 me; had no reason Tor thinking any
thing bat weel of him, and think better OF
him now what grand thing il will lo
in the Last Day to see God pick out his heroes
and hcroneS. Who are those paupers of eter~
nifty trUdEmg of from the gates Of hcayen2
Who are they Tho Lord ClaYcrhoUsos and
the lierodS and those who had sceptrcS, and
crowns, and thrones bat they lived for their
own ACKNOWLEDGMENT, and they broke the heart
of nations. Heroes of earth, but paupcrs i'm
cIomity / beat the drums of their eternal
DESPAIR. " ue! woe woe?
H0, there is great excitement in heaven
Why those long professions? Why the boom
ing Of the great bell in the tower? 1t is coro-
nation day i'm heaven.
Who are those rising on the thrones, with
crowns Of eternal royalty2 They must have
been great people on the earth, world renowned
people. No. They taught in ragged school.
Taught in a ragged school Is that all ? That
Is all. Who are those souls waving sceptres
Of eternal dominion? Why, they arc little
ChildVn who waited on invalid mothers That
all? That Is all. She was called Little
Mary ON earth, She is an empress now
Who are that great multitude on tho
highest thrones of hcaycu2 Who
are thcy2 Why they fed the
hungry, they clothed the naked. they healed
the sick, thoy comfortcd the heart-broken
They never found any rest until they put their
head down ON the pillow Of the sopulcher
God watched them. God laughed defiance at
the enemies who put their heels hard down ON
these his dear children. and one day the Lord
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