Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1888-12-15

long colonnadcs of architectural beau
ty, nor of seeing the throne room.
There was focus to all his journey
ings, to all his anticipations, and that
was Joseph. Well, my friends, | do
not think heaven would be worth
much if orr brother Jesus was not
there. If there were two heavens, the
ono with all the ,pomp and paraphel-
MALTA of an eternal monarchy, but no
Christ, and the other were plain
heaven, hulnbly matched, with q few
daisies in the yard, and Christ were
there, l would say: LET the Kings
wagons take mo up to the old farm
house.
If Jesus were not in heaven, there
would be no music there; there would
be but few people there; they would
be off looking for tho lost Christ, cry
ing though the universe: where is
Jesus2 where is Jesus'" and after they
had found him, with loving violence
they would take him and bear him
through thcgates; and would'bc the
greatest day known in heaven within
the memobys ofatho sid lest STlhabiitt GGntt'
Jesus neyerswont.o Fl t rom lieavens but
once, and he was SO badly treated on
that excursion they will ncverlets him
go again.
: Oh, the joy of meeting our brother.
Joscph-Jcsus! 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 tho ages; not
crouching us underlings in his pres
encc, but, as Jacob and Joseph, hug
each other. We will want some new
term by which to address him. On
earth we call him Saviour, OF Re-
deemcr, or friend; but when VIC throw
our arms around him III everlasting
embrace we will want some new name
of endcarment | can think of what
we shall do through the long ages Of
eternity; but what VIC shall do the
first Minute 1 cannot guess. In the
first flash of his countcnancc, in tie
first rush of our emotions, what we
shall do l cannot imagine. Oh, the
overwhelming glory Of the first sixty
seconds in hcavon Methinks VIC will
just stand, and look and look and
look.
The kings wagons took Jacob up to
Gee his lost boy, and so ! really think
that the Kings wagons will take US up
to sec our lost kindred. How long is
it since Joseph went out of your
household How many years sit
now last Christmas, or the fourtccuth
of next month"; 1t was dark night
when he died, and stormy day it
was at the burial; and tho clouds wcpt
with you and the winds sighed for the
dead. The bell at Grccnwood's gate
rang only few moments, but your
heart has been tolling, tolling, ever
since. You have been under u dclu-
sion, like Jacob of old. You have
thought that Joseph was dead. You
put bis namc first in the birth record
of the family Bible and then you put
it in the death record of the family
Bible, and you have been deceived.
Joseph is yet alive. He is moro alive
than you arc 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 abrothcr,. my
sister, how glad they will be to see
ycu2 Jacob was no more glad to see
Joseph than Joseph was to see Jacob.
Every time tho door i'll heaven opens,
they look to sec if it is you coming i'll.
Joseph, once standing in, the palace,
burst out crying when he. thought OF
Jacob-afar OF. And tho heaven of
your little ones will not be fairly be
gun until you get there. All the kind
ncsscs shown them by iminortals will
not make them forget you. There they
arc, the radiant throngs that went out
from your Eomes l throw kiss to
the sweet darlings. They are all vol
now in the palace. The crippled child
has a sound foot now. A little lame
child says: Ma, will be lame IN
Leaven2' mo, my darling, you won't
be lame in heaven" A little sick child
says: MA, will | be sick in heavcn?"
mo. nv dear, you won't Ec sick i'll
heaven" A little blind child says:
ma, will be blind in hcavcny" mo,
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 ct
home, but father end mother always
went to church; that was u habit they
had. On those stormy Sabbaths when
VIC staid at home, the absence of our
parents seemed very much protracted;
Tor the roads were very bad, and they
could not get on very fast. SO wo
would go to the window at 12 o'clock
TO sec if they were coming, and then
we would 60 ct lalf-past - TO see if
they were coming, and at q quarter to
], and then ct o'clock. After a
Willie, Mary, or David, or Dc Witt
would shout: "Thc wagons; COM
ingr and then VIC would sec it
winding out CT the woods, and over
the brook, and through the lane, and
up in front CT the old farm house; and
tlien VIC would rush out, leaving the
dOolS; wide open, N1tn manly llllnGS "
tell them, asking them many cues
tions. Well, my dear brethren, I
think we ere many Of US III the Kings
wagons, Gil / we are on the way home.
The road IS very bad, and we get on
slowly; but after . while we will come
winding outof 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 coningT Hank
the bell Of the city hall strikes L.
Twelve o'clock on earth, and likewise
it 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 midnight2 We used to think