Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1888-09-15

universe-this heaven Of the gospel. Our
departed friends are not at1oat. The resi-
dence IN which you live is not SO real as
the residence in which they stay. You
are ailoat, you who do not know in the
morning what will happen before night.
They are housed and
AFE FOREVER.
Do not, therefore, pity your departed
friends who have died in Christ. They
do not need any of your pity. You might
as well send a letter Of coincidence to
Queen Victoria on her obscurity OF to the
Rothschilds on their poverty, as TO pity
those who have won the palm. DO not
say of those who are departed. Poor
child Poor father poor mother
They are not poor. You are poor-you
whose homes have been sha~ttcred-not
they. You dc not dwell much with your
families in this world. All day long you
are of to business. VIII ii not be pleas
ant when you can be 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 inhdel as TO say three. Say four
one in heaven. DO not think that the
grave is unfriendly. You 20 into your
room and dress for some grand entertain
ment, and you come forth beautifully APP
pareled: and the grave is only the place
where we go 10 dress for the glorious res
direction, and we will come out radiant.
radiant. mortality having become immor-
tally. Oh, how much coincidence there
is in this thought! | expect to see my
kindred in heaven; | expect TO see them
as certainly as ! expect to go home today
Az, ! shall more certainly sec them.
Eight or ten will come up from the
graveyard back of Somervillc; and one
will come up from the mountains back
Of Annoy, China; and another will come
mp from the sea off Cape Hatteras, and
tnirty will come up from Greenwood;
and | shall know them better than | ever
knew them here. And your friends
they may he across the sea, but the trum-
pet that sounds here will sound there.
You will come up on just the same day.
Some morning you have oversight your
self, and you open your eyes, and see
that the sun is high in the heavens, and
you say, II have oversight, and ] must
be up and otI. SO you will open your
eyes on the
MORNING OF THE RESURRECTION.
In the fun blaze Of Gods light and YOU
will say, Il must be up and away Oh,
yes, you will come up and there will be IA
reunion. "a reconstruction of your family.
| like what lIalburton, think it was
good old Mr.. Halburton-said in his last
moments, Il thank God that ! ever lived
and that | have "a father in heaven and "A
mother in heaven and brothers in heaven
and sisters in heaven, and | am now go.
ing up to see them.
] remark once more: our troubles in
this world are preparative for glory.
What a transition it was for Paul-from
the slippery deck Of a laundering ship to
the calm presence of Jesus! What a
transition il was for a Latimer-from the
stake To a throne. What "A transition it
was for Robert Ilall-from insanity TO
glory What a transition it was for
Richard BaXter-from the dropsy to the
saints everlasting rest And what a
transition il will be for you-from a
world Of sorrow to a world of joy John
Holland, when he was dying. said,
What means this brightness in this
room Have you lighted the candlesY'
No they replied, we have not lighted
any candles Then said he,
WELCOME HEAVEN
thelight already beaming upon his pillow.
o, We who are prosecuted in this world
Your enemies will get off the track after
q while, and all will speak well of you
among the thornes. Ho! We who are sick
now 10 medicines to take there. One
breath Of the eternal hills will thrill you
with immortal vigor. And we who are
lonesome now, there will be a thousand
spirits TO welcome you into their compan-
ionship. o We bereft souls There will
be no grave digger spade that will cleave
the side OF that Hill, and there will be no
dirge wailing from that temple, The
river Of God, deep as the Joy Of heaven,
Will roll on between banks odorous with
balm, and over depths bright with jewels,
and under skies roseate with gladness,
argosies of light going down the stream
to the stroke of glittering oar and the
song Of angels! Not one sigh in the
wind; not one tear mingling with the
waters.
There shall | battle my weary soul
IL seas OF heavenly rest,
And no: a wave Of trouble roll
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