The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1888-01-05
niger to indent it. The fleur, at the bot.

finger to indent it. The figure at the bot
tom of the robe, the ruffie at the neck, she
fur lining on the dress, the embroidery of
the satin, the cluster of lily and leaf and
rose in her hand, the pose of her body as
she seems to come sailing out of the sky,
her face calm, humble, beautiful, but yet
sad, attest the genius of the sculptor and
the beauty Of the heroine he celebrates.
Looking up through the riffs of the
coronet that encircles her brow, could
see the sky hey ond, the great heavens
where all woman's wrongs shall be right
ed, and the story of endurance and
resignation shall be told to all the ages.
The rose and the lily in the hand Of
Josephine will never drop their
petals. The children Of God, whether
they suffer on earth, in palaces
or in novels, shall come to that glorious
rest, oh Heaven, sweet Heaven! ct thy
gate we set down all our burdens and
griefs. The place will be full. Here there
are vacant chairs at the hearth, and at
the table, but there are no vacant chairs
in Heaven. The crowns all worn; the
thrones all mounted.
| Some talk of Heaven as though 1t were
a very handsome church, where a few
favored spirits would come in and sit
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themselves, and sing psa ms to all eter-
nifty. No, no.
I saw great multitude that no man could
| talked with me had golden reed to measure
| the city and it was 1201) furloags.
That is, onethousand- fivehundred miles
in circumference. Ali Heaven is not
a little colony at one corner of
Gods dominion, where a mans en-
trance depends upon what kind of
clothes he has on his back and how much
money he has in his purse, but vast
empire. God grant that the light Of that
| blessed world may shine upon our last
| moment.
The toughest time we had in crossing
| the ocean was at the mouth of Liverpool
| harbor We arrived at nightfali, and
| were obliged to lie there till the morning,
| waiting for the rising of the tide, before
we could go up to the city. How the ves-
| sci pitched and writhed in the water! Sc
sometimes the last illness of the Christian
| is struggle. He is almost through the
| voyage. The waves of temptation toss his
| soul, but he waits for the morning AT
| last the light dawns, and the tides of j y
rise in his soul, aud he sails up and casts
anchor within the vail.
| Is thy heart right?
What question can compare with this in
Importance?
1t is business question. Do you not
realize that you will soon have to go out of
that store; that you will have to resign
that partnership; that soon among all
| the millions of dollars worth
OF goods that are sold in New
York you will not have the handling of a
yard of cloth, Or pound of sugar, or a
penny worth of any thing; that soon il a
confiagration should start at Central
Park and sweep every thing to the Bat
terry, it would not disturb you; that soon
if every cashier should abscond, and
every insurance company should fail, it
would not affect you? What are the
questions that stop this side the grave
compared with the questions that reach
beyond it? Are you making losses th at
are to be everlasting? Are you making
purchases for eternity? Are you jobbing
for time when y on might be wholesaling
for eternity? What question of the store
is so broad at the base, and so altitudin-
GUS and so overwhelming as the question:
Is thy heart right?
Or is it domestic question:? Is it
something about father, or mother, or
companion, or son, or daughter, that you
think is comparable with this cues tion in
importance? Do you not realize that by
universal and memorable law, all these re-
lations will be broken up? Your father
viii be gone, your mother will be gone.
Your companion will be gone. your child
will be gone, you will be gone, and then
this supernal question will begin to har-
vest its chief gains, or deplore it's worst
losses, roll up into its mightest magni-
tude, or sweep its vast circles What
difference now does it make to
Napoleon III. whe her he triumphed
or surrendered at Sedan? whether
he lived at the Tuilleries or at
Chiselhurst? whether he was emperor or
exile? They laid him out in his coffin in
the dress of field-marshal Did that
give him any better chance for the next
world than if he had been laid out in a
plain shroud9 And soon to US what will
be the difference whether in this world
we rode or walked, were bowed to or mall
treated, were applauded or Kissed at,
were welcomed in or kicked out, while
laying hold of every moment of the great
future, and burning in al the splen dor or
grief, and oyerarching and undergoing all
time and all eternity, is the plain, simple,
practical, thrilling, agonizing, over
VIII Ginning question,
Is thy heart right? H
Have you within you a repenting
heart, an expectant heart? If not must
write upon your soul what George White.
field wrote upon the window pane with
his diamond ring. He tarried in an
elegant house over night, but found that
there was no God recognized in that
house. Before he left his room in the
morning, with his ring he wrote upon
the widow pane, "One thing thou lack 81
est" After the guest was gone the
housewife came up and looked at the
window and saw the inscription and
called her husband and Der children, and
God, through that ministry of the
window glass, brought them oil to Jesus.
Though you may day be surrounded by |
comforts and luxuries and feel that YOU |
have need of nothing, if you are not the
children of God with the signet ring of |
Christs love, let me inscribe upon your |
souls: "One thing thou lackest."
pray you that, whatever else you NAV |
miss, you may not miss Heaven. It is too |
bright home to lose. Your soul has been |
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