The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-08-24

"Because I am . church member, and have made my peace with God.s
 %fIas God made His peace with you1"
 "I suppose so."
 "Where is heaven7"
 "Beyond the grave"
 "How far and where7"
 al do not know"
 "What do you expect you will do in heAven3"
 "Worship God"
 "How do you expect to worship God?"
 "In singing praises to Him for His great mercy to me poor sinner"
 "You expect to zee God some dAy7"
 "Yes, when get to heaven" "As person2"
 "Yes, ss person, person of majesty, seated on throne and receiving homage"
 "WhAt will He do when He steps down from the throne71
 "How do Iknow? Don't ask foolish questions 1" The dear little girl who loves her papa, and who loved by her papa, save when she gets to heaven she will stand . corner and wait, if she gets there first The adult man told us that He expected to stand around and sing songs praise but beyond that he has no ideA. Does not wish to be asked foolish questionsi
 Many . wife, child, mother and sister is disap- pointed when comes the Saturday night, and when the parent, husband or relative does not return home till all he earned during the week has been worse than squandered in dissipation. Many church member, who does not kindly, lovingly care for and uplif his children will be terribly disap- pointed when he stands face to face with the revealed mechanism of the spirit world. God is not person, but Spirit. An all- per- vading Spirit. His crown Is made of humanity. The jewels therein the dear, loving, thoughtful. humane, help-extending spirits who have gradua- ated from the primary school of mortal life to the college. whose walls include all of the future. Each babe brought into this world will be jewel In the crown, a tear on the face of God. Will live and be to credit parents, our shame and retire ment from progressive presence, we shall deter mine by our treatment of children while they are in our charge.
 God will reward all of us in proportion as we are good to childrep-to His jewels. It Is bad enough to ruin ourselves, but this is nothing in comparison to the i'll treatment of the little onef We know scores of drunkards who are cruelty wicked to their wives and their helpless children, who are growing up to fear hate, or to despise their father. We know men whose children never speak of him with feeling of pride, but have told us, with tears in their eyes, how given to deceit, lying drunkenness and degradation, their father was. They believed 1t would be better for him to die now than to live longer, all the time going farther and farther from the right, manly, better way.
 In this city, New York, thousands upon thou sands of children are murdered each year. They are killed before birth. They starved, bruised whipped, maimed and maltreated by fathers and mothers who made drunk to enrich political heelers, and who, thus robbed of their earnings and converted into sots fends abuse their little ones till merciiul death comes to their relief How we do wish that every parent in this city would turn his steps homeward at the close of his hour of labor on this Saturday. That every place of drunkenness, degradation and disregard for decency were closed before the setting of the Sat- urday night sun. That each father was as much loved and looked for by his children we are by ours. That every man tried to live for his chil- dren, for their support and education, try to live for ours.
 Some of these days will come the opening of the gates for us, and we, too, will pass on. And we will wait the corner for our children, and hand In hand will walk on, up the widening aisles of progression, asking no higher reward than to be welcomed by the words:
 "Here comes c man who was good to his wife and children; who labored, not to squander In drink and dissipation, but to advance the welfare