Daily Yellowstone journal., 1888-12-16
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| Joseph, once standing IN the palace,
burst out crying when he thought OF
JacoO-afar off. And the heaven of
| your little ones will not be fairly be-
gun until you get there. All the kind
nesses shown them by immortals will
not make them forget you. There they
are, the radiant throngs that went out
from your homes! | throw a kiss to
the sweet darlings. They are all well
now in the palace. The crippled child
has a sound foot now. A little lame
child says: Ma, will | be lame in
heavenG' mo, my darling, you won't
be lame in heaven" A little sick child
says: MA, will | be sick in heavenl'
mo, my dear, you won't be sick in
heaven" A little blind child says:
Ma, will be blind in heavenl" No,
my dear, you won't be blind in
heaven" They are all well there.
In my boyhood, for some time we
lived three miles from church, and on
stormy days the children staid at
home, but father and mother always
went to church; that was a habit they
had. On those stormy Sabbaths when
we staid at home, the absence OF u
parents seemed very much ~protracted;
for the roads were very bad, and they
could not get on very fast. So we
would 90 10 the window at II o'clock
TO see if they were coming, and then
we would go at half-past ~ to see if
they were coming, and at a quarter to
/, and then at l O'Clock. After a
while, Mary, or David, or De Witt
would shout: THE wagons com
ing!' 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 farm house; and
then we would rush out, leaving the
doors wide open, with many things to
tell them, asking them many ques-
tons. Well, my dear brethren, l
think we are many of us in the Kings
wagons. and we are on the way home.
The road is very bad, and we get on
slowly; but after a while WI will come
winding out Of the woods, and through
the brook of death, and up in front of
the old heavenly homestead; and our
departed kindred, who have been wait
ing and watching for us, will rush out
through the doors and over the lawn,
crying: The wagons are coming! the
Kings wagons are coming Hank!
the bell of the city hall strikes II.
Twelve o'clock on earth, and Likewise
il is high noon in heaven.
Docs not the subject of today take
the gloom out of the thoughts that
would otherwise be struck through
with midnight We used b. think
that when we died we would have 10
60 afoOt, sagging down in the nlirc,
and the hounds Of terror might get
after us. and if we got through into
heaven nj all, we would come in torn,
and wounded and bleeding. | remem-
Der when my teeth chartered and my
knees knocked together when | heard
anybody talk about death; but 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 he wished he could die far
away from his friends-like a dog,
crawling into a corner and dying un-
observed. Those were his words.
Be it ours to die on a couch surrounded
by loved ones, so that they with us
may hear the glad, sweet, jubilant an
nouncement: 1.-THE Kings wagons are
comingl" Hank! | hear them now.
Are they coming for you or met