Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-02-17

will be the dreamless sleep. To nurses
and doctors and mothers who were
Weakened almost every hour of the
night by those TO whom they minis
tered, or over whom they watched, it
will he the undisturbed sleep. To
those who could not get 10 bed till late
at night ana must rise early IN the
morning and before getting rested, it
will be the long sleep.
AWAY WITH IT.
Away with all your gloomy talk
about departure from this world. II
we have served our generation 1t will
not be putting out into the breakers,
il will not DO the fight with the King
of Terrors; it will be going to sleep.
A friend writing me from Illinois says
that Rev. DR.. Wingate, president of
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 personally talking with Christ, as
friend with friend, saying: ''Oh, how
delightful it is. / knew you would
be with me when the time came, and
/ knew it would be sweet, but l did
not know il would be as sweet as 1t Is"
The fact was he had served his gene
ration in the gospel ministry, and by
the will of God he fell ON sleep.
When in Africa, Majwara, the serv-
ant, looked into the tent Of David Liv-
;ngstone and found him oil his knees,
he stepped back, not wishing to dis
turb him in prayer, and some time
after went in and found him in the
same posture, and stepped back again,
but after a while went in and touched
him. and lol the great traveller had
finished his last journey and he had
died i'll the grandest and mightiest
posture a man ever takes-on his
knees. He had served his generation
by unrolling the scroll Of a continent,
and by the will of God fell on sleep.
Grimshaw, the evangelist, when asked
how he felt in his last moments, re-
sponded' las happy as / a be on
| earth and as sure of glory as if | were
in il. | have nothing to do but to
| step out of this bed into heaven"
Having served his generation in sue
cessful evangelism by the will Of God,
he fell on sleep.
In the museum Of Greenwich hos
pital, England, there is a fragment Of
a book that was found in the Arctic
| regions amid the relics Of Sir John
Franklin, who had persisted 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 | 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 ner-
| vous talking about that which is only
a dormitory and a pillowed slumber,
canopied by angels wingsl Sleepl
Transporting sleepl And what a glo-
iousawakening! Youand have some
times been thoroughly bewildered after
a long and fatiguing journey we have
| stopped at a friends house for the
night, and after hours of complete
unconsciousness 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 gardensi" And then it has
flashed upon US in glad reality. And
| should not wonder II, 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 bewilderment and
for a little while say: Where am II
What palace is thisl Who hung
this upholstery What fountains
are these tossing in the hghtl
Why, this looks like heavenl
1t is. II is. Why, there is a build
ing grander than all the castles Of
earth heaved into a mountain Of SPLEEN
dor, that must be the palace Of Jesus.
And, look there, at those walks lined
with q foliage more. beautiful than
anything I 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 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 martyr
dom, must be John Huss and Hugh
Latimer.
A HOUSE NOT BUILT WITH HANDS.
But rmust not look any longer at
those gardens Of beauty, but examine
this building in which l 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 / am stopping. All its
windows Of agate and its colonnades
of porphyry and alabaster. Why, /
wonder If this is not the house of
many mansions OF which | used TO
read2 II is, il is. There must be many
Of my kindred and friends in this very
mansion. Harkl whose are those
| voices, whose are those bounding feet2
/ 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 arethe
children. All well again. All young
again. All Of US together again.
And as we embrace each other
with tho cry, 'Never moro 10
part never more to partl" the arches,
the alcoves, the Railways echo and re-
echo the words, Never more 10 part.
| Never more 10 parth Thon o,,r oior;-