Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1889-02-11
HE FELL ON SLEEP

In the museum of Greenwich hospital
England, there is a fragment of a book
that was found in the Arctic regions
amid the relics of Sir John FRANKLIN who
had perished amid the snow and ice, and
the leaf of that piece of a book was
turned down at the words: "When thou
passest through the waters I will be with
thee. " Having served his generation in
the cause of science and discovery by the
will of God, he fell on sleep.
Why will you keep Us all SO nervous
talking about that which is only a dor
mitOry and a pillowed slumber, canopied
by angels wings? Sleepl Transporting
sleep! And what a glorious awakening
You and l have sometimes been thor
ouglfly bewildered after long and ia
tiguing Journey; we have stopped at a
friend S 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 collect our faculties, have said +:
''Where am l whose house is this, and
whose are these gardens? And then it
has flashed upon us in glad reality. And
l should not wonder if, 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 BEwILDERNTENT
and for little while say: Where am
I? What palace is this? Who hung this
upholstery? What fountains are these
tossing in the light? Why, this looks
like heaven! It is. 1t is. Why, there
is a building grander than all the castles
of earth heaved into a mountain of
splendor; that must be the palace of
Jesus. And look there at those walks
lined with a foliage more beautiful than
anything ever saw before, and see those
who are walking down those aisles of
verdure. From what I 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 Ajalon.
And those two walking arm in arm must
be John and Paul, the one so 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.
A HOUSE NOT BUILT WITH HANDS.
But L must not look any longer at those
gardens of beauty, but examine this
building in which 1 have just awakened.
l look out of the window this way and
that and up and down, and find it is a
mansion of immense size in which [ am
stopping. All its windows of agate and
its colounades of porphyry and aIabas-
ter. Why, wonder 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 mansion. Harkl whose are
those voices, whose are those bounding
feet? l open the door and see, and loi
they are coming through all the corridors
and up and down all 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 together again.
And as we embrace each other
with the cry, "Never more to part!
Never more TO part!' The arches, the
alcoves, the Railways echo and re-echo
the words, "Never more to part! Never
more to part!'' Then our glorified
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 stair
way. And we meet, coming up, one of
the kings of ancient Israel, somewhat
small of stature, but having a counter
auce radiant with 1000 victories. And as