Milford chronicle., 1889-02-15

heouAliE S--tp. III IL VIII VANISH our last
fatigue Of body, our last worriment Of mind.
our last sorrow Of soul. To the Christians
body that was hot with raging fever so that
the attendant must by sheer force keep on
the blankets, it will be tho cool sleep To
those who are thin blooded and shivering
with ague, it will be the warm sleep To
those who, because Of physical disorders,
were terrified with night visions, it will be
the dreamless sleep To nurses and doctors
and mothers who were wakened almost every
hour Of the night by those to whom they
ministered, or over whom they watched, it
viii be the undisturbed sleep. To those who
could not get to bed till late at night and
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 de
parture from this world If we have served
our generation it viii not be putting ont into
the breakers, it win not be the fight with the
King Of Terrors; it viii be going to sleep. A
friend, writing me from Illinois, says that
Rev Dr. Wingate, president of Wake Forest
college, North Carolina, after 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 tho
time came, and I knew it would be sweet
but did not know it would be as sweet as it
is" The fact was he had served his
generation in the gospel ministry and by
the win Of God he fell on sleep. When in
Africa, Majwara, the servant, looked into
the tent of David Livingstone 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 a while
went in and touched him, and 10! the great
traveller had finished his last journey and he
had died in the grandest and mightiest post
ure man ever tazes-on his knees He had
served his generation by unrolling the scroll
of a continent, and by the win of God fell on
sleep Grimshaw, the evangelist, when
asked how he felt in his last moments, re-
sponded: "As happy as I can be on earth
and as sure of glory as if were in it. Ihave
nothing to do but to step out Of this bed into
heaven" Having served his generation in
successful evangelism, he fell asleep
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 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 viii be with theen Having served
his generation in the cause Of science and
discovery, he fell asleep. ~
Why will you keepus all so nervous talking
about that which is only dormitory and
pillowed slumber, canopied by angels wingsl
Sleep. Transporting sleep. And what
glorious awakening. You and 1 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 Inconsistencies we have
opened our eyes, the high risen sun full in
our faces, and before we could fully collect
our faculties, have said: ''There am 1, whose
house is this, and whose are these gardensg'
And then it has flashed upon us ir ;'I"el real
ity. And l should not wonae. Ia, after
we have served our generation and have
fallen asleep, the deep sleep, the rest
cul sleep, we should awake in blissful
bewilderment and for a little wniie say;
''Where am II What palace is this2 Who
hung this upholstery What fountains are
these tossing in the light? Why, this looks
like heaven. 1t is. 1t is. Why, there is
a hrrf1I ef,. Al .
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 sec those who are
walking down those aisles Of YER
dure From what 1 have heard of them,
those two arm in arm must be Moses and
Joshua, him Of Mount Sinai and him Of the
halting 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
Hsgh Latimer.n
HOUSE NOT BUILT WITH HANDS.
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 mansion of immense
size in which ] am stopping All its windowa
of agate and its colonnades of porphyry and
alabaster Why, wonder if this is not the
house Of ''many mansions Of which used
to readl 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 feet9 open the door and
see, and lol 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 chill
dren. An well again. All young again.
All of US together again. And as
we embrace each other with the cry,
'Never more to partl Never more to partr
the arches, the alcoves, the Railways echo and
re-echo the words: "Never more to part
Never more to partl" Then our glorihed
friends say; "Come out with US and see
heaven!n And, some Of them bounding ahead
Of us and some of them skipping beside us, we
start down the ivory stairway. And we emeet,
coming up, one of the kings of ancient Israel,
somewhat small of stature, but having a
countenance radiant with a thousand vic
tories. And, as all are making obeisance tc
this great one Of heaven cry out: who Is
hef' and the answer comes; ''This the great
est of all the kings Of Israel. It is the
patriarchal David, who after he had served
his generation, fell asleep