Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1888-01-06

opened, Is nothing but sickness
and emaciation. Look at thst soul stand
ing before the throne. On earth she WAS
lifelong invalid. See her step now,
and hear her voice now. Catch, If you
can, one breath Of that celestial air
Health in all the pulses-he aith of vision !;
health of spirits; immortal health. No
rackiDg cough, no sharp pIeurisies, no
consuming feveTs, no eXhaustiGg pains,
no hospitals Of wounded men. Health
swinging in the air; health flowing in all
the streams; health blooming on the
banks. No headaches, no side aches, no
back aches. That child that died in the
agonies Of Group, hear her voice now
ringing in the anthem. That old man
that went bowed down with
THE INFIRMITIEs OF AGE,
see him walk now with the step of en- i'm
mortal athlete-for ever young again
That night when the needle-Woman
tainted away in the garnet, wave of the
Heavenly air resuscitsted her for ever.
For everlasting years to have Meth er
ache, nor pain, nor weakness, nor fs-
tigue. "Eye hath not seen it, ear hath
not heard it."
Iremark, further, that We can, in this
world, get no Just idea OF the splendors
OF heaven. John tries to describe them
He says "the twelve gates sre Twelve
pearls" and that s'the foundations OF the
wall are garnished with all manner of
precious stone s." AS we stand looking
through the telescope of ST. John, We see
blaze OF amethyst, and pearl, and emer-
aid, and sardonyx. and chrysoprasus. and
sapphire, mountain Of light, cataract
OF color, a sea of glass, and city like the
sun.
John bids Us look again, andasee the
thrones; thrones of the prophets, thrones
OF the patriarchs, thrones Of the angels,
thrones OF the apostles, thrones of the
martyrs, throne of Jesus-throne of God
And we turn round to see the glory and
it is thrones! thrones! thrones
John bids US look again, q d e see the
great procession of the redeemed passing;
Jesus, on the white horse, leads tue
march, and sll the armies of heay, fol
lowing on white horses. Iofnite csval-
cade passing, passing; empires pressing
into line, ages following ages. Dispense
ton tramping on after dispeosation
Glory in the track Of glory. Europe,
Asia, Africa, North and South America
pressing into lines. Islands of the ses
shoulder to shoulder. Generations be-
fore the food following generations after
the food, and as Jesus rises at the head
Of that great host and waves His sword
in sigoal OF victory, all crowns are lifted,
and al ensigus slung out, and all chimes
rung, and all halleIujahs chanted, and
some cry, "Glory to God most high"
and some, "Sosanna to the son Of David"
and some, "Worthy is the Lamb that was
slsin"-tills al ordinations of endear-
ment and homage in the vocabulary of
heaven are exhausted, land there comes up
surge after surge Of "Amen! Amen! and
Ameni"
"EYe hath not seen 1t, ear hath not
heard it" Skim from the summer Wa
ters the brightest sparkles, and you Will
get no idea Of the sheen Of the everlest-
ing sea. Pile up the splend0rs of earthly
cities and they would not make 8 step
ping-stone by which you might mount to
the city Of God. Every house is q palace.
Every step triumph. Every covering of
the head coronation. Every meal is
banquet. Every stroke from the tower is
Z wedding-bell. Every day is 8 jubilee,
every hour rapture, and every moment
an ecstscy. "Eye hath not seen it, ear
hath not heard it."
earth of the reunions of heaven. If you
have ever been across the seas, and met q
friend, or even an acquaintance, in some
strange city, you remember how your
blood thrilled, and how glad you were TO
see him. What will be our joy. after We
have passed the seas of death, to meet IN
the bright city OF the sun those from
whom we have long been separated
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ten Or fifteen years, aud we come upon
them, We see how differently they look
The hair has turned, and wrinkles have
come In their faces, snd we say, show
you have changed" But oh, when we
from the face, oil
MARKS OF SORROW
and feeling the joy Of that
blessed land, methinks we will say to
each other. with sn exultstion we cannot
now imagine, Chow you have changed"
In this world we only meet to part. 1t is
good-by, good-by. FErewells floating IN
the air. We hear it at the rail car win
dow, and at the steamboat whaTf-good-
by. Children lisp it, and old age answers
1t. Sometimes we say 1t in light
way - "good-by;" and sometimes
with anguish in which the
soul breaks down. Goodbye! All! that
is the word that ends the Thanksgiving
banquet; that is the word that comes in
in TO close the Christmas chant. Good
bye, goodbye. But not so in heaven.
Welcomes in the air, welcomes at the
gates, welcomes at the house of many
msnsions-but no goodbye. That group
is constantly being augmented. They
are going up from our circles of earth to
ioiu it-little voices to Join the anthem
little hands to take hold in the great
home circle-little feet to dance In the
eternal glee-littIe crowns to be cast
down before the feet Of Jesus. Our friends
are in TWO grOups-a group this side OF
the river, and group on the other side
of the river. Now there goes one from
this to that, and another from this to that,
and soon we will all be gone over. How
many of your loved ones have already en-
tered upon that blessed place. II should
take paper and pencil, do you think l
could put them all down? All, my friends,
the waves of Jordon roar SO hoarsely,
we cannot hear the Joy on the
other side when that group is eug-
mented. It Is graves here, and coffios
and hearses here. A little child's mother
had died, and they comforted her. They
said, "Your mother hss gone to heaven
don't cry;" and the next day, they went
to the graveyard, and they laid the body
of the mother down into the ground; and
the little girl came up to the verge OF the
grave, and, looking down st the body OF
her mother, said, sis this heavens" Oh!
we have no idea what heaven is. Il is
the grave here-it is darkness here-but
there is merry-making yonder. Methinks