Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1888-12-10

greatest day known in heaven within the
memory of the oldest inhabitant. Jesus
never went off from heaven but once and
HE WAS so BADLY TREATED
on that excursion they will never let Him
go again.
Oh, the joy of meeting our brother Jo-
seph-Jesus, After we have talked about
Him for ten, or fifty, or seventy years,
to talk with Him and TO clasp hands with
the hero of the ages; not crouching as
underlings in His presence, but, as
Jacob and Joseph, hug each other. We
will want some new term by
which to address Him. On earth we call
Him Savior, or Redeemer, or Friend;
but when we throw our arms around Him
III everlasting embrace we will want some
new name of endearment. l can think
of what we shall do through the long
ages of eternity; but what we shall do
the first minute cannot guess. In the
first flash of His countenance, in the first
rush of our emotions, what we shall do
| cannot imagine, Oh the overwhelming
glory of the first sixty seconds in heaven.
Methinlis we will just stand and look and
look and look.
The king S wagons took Jacob up to see
his lost boy, and so really think that the
Kings wagons will take us up to see our
lost kindred. How long is it since JO-
seph went out of your household? How
many years is it now last Christmas, or
the fourteenth of next month? 1t was
dark night when he died, and stormy
day it was at the burial; and the heav-
ems wept with you, and the winds sighed
for the dead. The bell at Greenwood IS
gate rang only few moments, but your
Hp1rt has hppO tO11inr fnllinu over
since. You have been under delusion,
like Jacob of old. You have thought
that Joseph was dead. You put his
name first in the birth of the fam
lily Bible, and then you put it in the
deathrecord of the family Bible, and
YOU HAVE BEEN DECEIVED.
Joseph is yet alive. He is more alive
than you are. OF all the sixteen thou
sand millions of children that statiSti-
clans say have gone into the future world
there is not one of them dead, and the
Kings wagons will take you up to see
them. You often think how glad you
will be to see them. Have you never
thought, my brother, my sister, how
glad they will be to see you? Jacob was
no more glad to see Joseph than Joseph
was to see Jacob. Every time the door
in heaven opens, they look to see
if it is You coming in. Joseph
once standing in the palace, burst out
crying when he thought of Jacob-afar
off. And the heaven of your little ones
will not be fairly begun until you get
there. All the kindnesses shown them
by immortals will not make them forget
you. There they are, the radiant throngs
that went out from your homes! l throw
a kiss to the sweet darlings. They are
all well now i'll the palace. The crippled
child has sound foot now. A little
lame child says: "'Ma, will
be lame in heaven?' "No, my
darling, you won It be lame in heaven. 2"
A little sick child says: "Ma, will l be
.ick in heaven?'' ono, my dear, you
Won It be sick in heaven. - A little blind
child says: INA, win be blind in heav-
sn?' "No, my dear, you won't be
olind in heaven. - They are all well
here.
In my boyhood, for some time we lived
three miles from church, and on stormy
days the children stayed at home, but
father and mother always went to church;
that was habit they had. On those
stormy Sabbaths when we staid at home,
the absence of our parents seemed very
much protracted; for the roads iWese
Ddt anu iiitN COulNl IIOU ecu vi NtiX<AtfSkk
So we would go to'the window fwels
'clock to see if they weae comis \
and then we would go at ~ 80 ,t,sssssse if
they were coming and at u :45 .ssaa theIk
at | o'clock After while MfsiF'or Da8
vid or Dewitt would sholffF 90 TSfe
wagon s coming;' and then we would
see it winding out of the woods and over
the brook and through the lane and up in
front of
THE OLD FARMHOUSE
and then we would rush out, leaving the
doors wide open, with many things to tell
them, asking them many questions.
Well, my dear brethren, think we are
many of us in the King wagons and
we are on the way home. The
road is very bad, and we get on slowly;
but after a while we viii come winding
out of the woods, and through the brook
of death and up i'll front of the old
heavenly hOmestead; and our de-
parted kindred, who have been
waiting and watching for us,
will rush ont through the doors and
over the lawn, crying: "The wagons
are coming! the King wagons are COM
ing.' Hark! the bell of the city hall
strikes twelve. Twelve clock on easffs,
and likewise it is high noon in hea YkH
ID es not the subject of to-day take tEess
gloom out of the thoughts that wea$H
otherwise be struck through withAa$dd-
night? We used to think that WHS% we
died we would have to go Acknowledging
down in the mire, and the houESF of teri
ror might get after us, and If we got
through into heaven at all, we would
come in torn aud wounded, and bleed
ing. l remember when my teeth chat
tered and my knees knocked together
when heard anybody talk about death;
bat l have come to think that the grave
will be the softest bed / ever slept in, and
the bottom of my feet will not be
wet with the passage of the Jordan.
"Them that sleep in Jesus will God bring
with him. - .-.-.-..
was reading of Robert Southey, who
said ne wished he could die far away from
his friends-like dog crawling into
corner and dying unobserved. Those
were his words. Be it ours to- die on a
couch surrounded by loved ones, so that
they with lis may hear the glad, sweet,
jubllant announcement: "The Kings
wagons are coming Hank! l hear
them now. Are they coming for you
or me?
HARRIS0N'S VISITORS.