The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1889-10-31

ton OF what God has in reserve fol
us, 1t would make us so homesick We
would be unfit for our every day work
Professor Leonard, formerly of Iows
university, put in my hands a meteorit
stone, stone thrown off from some
other world to this. How suggestive
it was to me. And have to tell you
the best representations we have oi
heaven are only aerolites flung of
from that-world which rolls on, bear
ing the multitudes of the redeemed
We analyze these aerolites, and find
them crystallizations of tears. Nc
wonder, flung off from heaven. "God
shall wipe away all tears from their
eyes"
THE GLORIEs OF HEAVEN.
Have you any appreciation of the
good and glorious times your friends
are having in neaven7 How different
it is when they get news there of O
Christians death from what it is here.
1t is the difference between embarka-
ton and coming into port. Everything
depends upon which side of the river
you stand when you hear OF Chris.
tian's death. If you stand on this side
of the river you mourn that they go.
If you stand on the other side of the
river you rejoice that they come Oh,
the difference between q funeral on
earth and jubilee in heaven-be-
tween requiem here and triumphal
march there-parting here and re-
union there. Togetherl Have you
thought of it2 They are together. Not
one Of your departed friends in one
land and another in another land
but together, in different rooms of the
same house-the house of many man.
sions. Togetheri
I never appreciated that thought so
much as when we laid away in her
last slumber my sister Sarah. Stand
ing there in the village cemetery,
looked around and said: ''There is
father, there Is mother, there is grand
father, there Is grandmother, there
are whole circles Of kindred" and
thought to myself, Together in the
grave-together in glory" / am SO
impressed with the thought that I do
not think 1t is any fanaticism when
some one is going from this world to
the next if you make them the bearer
of dispatches to your friends who are
gone, saying: Give my love to my
parents, give my love to my children,
give my love to my old comrades who
are in glory, and tell them 1 am trying
to fight the good fight of faith, and ]
will join them after while"
! believe the message will be deliv-
cred and l believe it will increase the
gladness of those who are before the
throne. Together are they, all their
tears gone. No trouble getting good
society for them. All kings, queens,
princes and princesses. Lin 1851 there
was bill offered in the English par
Lament proposing to change the alma
nae so that the 1st of March should
come Immediately after the 18th of
February. But, oh, what a glorious
change in the calendar when all the
years of your earthly existence are
swallowed up in the eternal year of
Godl
My friends, take this good cheer
home with you. These tears of be-
reavement that course your cheek,
and of persecution, and of trial, are
not always to be there. The motherly
hand Of God will wipe them all away.
What is the use, on the way to such
consummation what is the use of
fretting about anything2 Oh, what
an exhilaration it ought to be in
Christian work. See you the pinnacles
against the SKYE 1t is the city of our
God, and we are approaching it. Oh,
let us be busy in the few days that
shall remain for u.s. The Saxons and
the Britons went out to battle. The
Saxons were all armed. The Britons
had no weapons at all and yet history
tells us the Britons got the victory.
Why2 They went into battle shout
ing three times, "Hallelujah |" and at
the third shout of "Halle1uiah, their
enemies fed panic struck; and SO the
Britons got the victory.
And, my friends, if we could only
appreciate the glories that are to come,
we would be so filled with enthusiasm
that no power of earth or hell could
stand before us: and at our first shout
the opposing forces would begin to
tremble, and at our second shout they
would begin to fall back, and at our
third shout they would be routed for
ever. There is no power on earth or
in hell that could stand before three
such volleys of hallelujah.
put this balsam on the wounds of
your heart. Rejoice at the thought of
what your departed friends have got
rid of, and that you have a prospect of
so soon making your own escape.
Bear cheerfully the ministry of tears,
and exult at the thought that soon it
is to be ended.
There we shah march up the heavenly street.
And ground our arms at Jesus feet