News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1889-02-21

cur generation it will not be putting out into
the breakers it will not be the fight with the
King of Terrors; it will be going to sleep.
Al tre Rsv writing w me from ln9s says
Wake Forest College. North Carolina,
after a most useful life, found his last
day on earth his happiest day, and
| that in his last moments he seemed to be per-
sonally talking with Christ, as friend with
friend, saying: "Oh, how delightful it is.
knew You would be with me when the time
came, and l knew it would be sweet, but I
did not know it would be sweet as it is )"
| The fact was he had served his generation in
| the gospel ministry and by the will of God he
| fell on sleep. When in Africa, Majwara, the
| servant looked into the tent of David Liv-
ingstore and found him on his knees, he
stepped back, not wishing to disturb him in
| prayer, and some time after went in and
found him in the same posture, and stepped
| back again. but after while went in and
| touched him, and lol the great traveller had
| finished his last journey and he had
/ died in the grandest and mightlest
| posture a man ever takes-on his knees. He
| had served his generation by unrolllng the
scroll of continent, and by the will of God
| fell on Sleep Grimshaw, the evangelist,
when asked how he felt in his last moments,
responded: LAS happy as can be on earth
and as sure of glory as il were In it. have
nothing TO do but to step out OF this bed into
| heaven" Having served his generation in
successful evangelism by the will OF God, he
fell on sleep.
In the museum of Greenwich Hospital,
England, there is a fragment Of book that
was found in the Arctic regions am d the
relics of SIR John Franklin, who had per-
ished amid the snow and ice, and the leaf
of that piece of book was turned down at
the words: when thou passest through the
waters will be with thee Having served
his generation in the cause of science and
discovery by the will of God, he fell on
sleep.
WIN will ,o,, Laav ,,s oil an narvous talIy
ing about that which is only dormitory and
a pillowed slumber, canopled by angels
wings? Sleep! Transporting sleep And
what glorious awakening You and have
sometimes been thoroughly bewildered after
long and fatiguing journey we have
stopped at q friends house for the night, and
after hours of complete Inconsistencies we
have opened our eyes, the high risen sun full
in our faces, and, before we could fully col
lect our faculties, have said: "Where am |,
whose house is this and whose are these gar
dens" And then it has flashed upon in
glad reality. And should not wonder il,
after We have served our generation and, by
the will of God, have fallen on sleep, the
deep sleep. the restful sleep, we
should awake in blissful bewiiderment
and for a little while say: "Where
am II What palace is this? Who hung
this 49,, upholstery 49, What wv fountains -four isj
like heavenl 1t is. 1t is Why, there is a
building grander than all the castles of earth
heaved into mountain of splendor, that
must be the palace OF Jesus. And, look
there those walks lined with a foliage more
beautiful than anything l ever saw before,
and see those who are walking down those
aisles- OF verdure. From what l have
heard of them, those two arm in arm
must be Moses and Joshua, him of Mount
Sinai and him of the hating sun over A ialon.
And those two walking arm in arm must he
John and Paul, the one Sd gentle and the
other so mighty. And those two with the
robes as brilliant as though made out of the
cooled off flames of martyrdom, must be
John Huss and Hugh Latimer.
But must not look any longer at those
gardens of beauty, but examine this building
in which have just awakened / look out
of the window this way and that and up and
down, and | find it is a mansion OF immense
size in which 1 am stopping. All its
windows of agate and its colonnades of
porphyry and alabaster Why l Won
der if this is not the house of
many mansions of which 1 used to
read? 1t is it is. There must be many of
my kindred and friends in this very man
sion. Harkl whose are those voices whose
are those bounding feetl 1 open the DOR and
see, and lol they are coming through all the
corridors and up and down al the stairs, our
long absent kindred. Why, there is father.
there is mother, there are the children. All
well again. All young again. All of us togeth-
er again. And as we embrace each other
with the cry: Never more to part never
more to part!" the arches, tine alcoves, the
echo and r4-echo thu words:
''Never more to part, Never more to part"
Then our g!orified friends say: "Come out |
with us and see heaven" And some of |
them bounding ahead of US and some of |
them skipping beside US, we start |
down the ivory stairway. And we |
meet. coming up, one of the Kings of |
ancient Israel, somewhat small of stature, |
but having a countenance radiant with a |
thousand victories. And as all are making |
to this great one of heaven i cry |
put; who is he's" and the answer comes |
This is the greatest of all the Kings OF |
Israel. 1t is David, who after he had served |
MS generation by the will of God, fell on |
sleeun