The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1889-07-11

| them, but without their wounds or |
their sicknesses or their troubles. See /
what heaven has done for them. So |
radiant, SO gleeful, so transportingly /
lovely. They call you by name They |
greet you with an ardor proportioned |
| TO the anguish OF your parting and |
the length of your separation. Fatheri !
| Motherl There is your child. Sistersl |
Brothersl Friendsl | wish you Joy. |
For years apart, together again in the |
reception room Of the old Homestead |
| You see they will know you are com
ing. There are so many immortals |
| filling all the spaces between here and |
heaven that news like that flies like |
lightning. They will be there in an |
instant; though they were in some
other world on eIrand from God a |
| signal would be thrown that would |
fetch them. Though you might at |
first feel dazed and overawed at their |
supernal splendor, all that feeling /
will be gone at their first touch Of |
heavenly salutation and we will say:
20 my lost boy, 20 my lost compan-
ion, 20 my lost friend, are we here
togetherT What scenes have been
witnessed in that reception room Of |
the old homestead There met Joseph |
and Jacob, finding it brighter room |
than anything they saw in Pharaoh's |
palace; David and the little child for
whom he once tasted and wept; Mary |
| and lazarus after the heartbreak of |
Bethany; Timothy and grandmother
+ Lois; Isabella Graham and her sailor |
son, Alfred and George Cookman, the |
| mystery of the sea at last made mani |
fest; Luther and Magdalene, the |
| daughter he bemoaned; John Howard |
and tho prisoners whom he gospelized
and multitudes without number who, |
once so weary and SO sad parted on
earth but gloriously met in heaven.
Among all the rooms of that house
| there IS no one that more enraptures
my soul than that reception room.
I'm my Fathers house are many
rooms.
WE ARE OF THE ROYAL FAMILY.
Another room in our Fathers house
is the throne room. We belong to the
royal family. The blood Of King
Jesus flows in our veins, SO we have q
| right to enter the throne room. 1t is
no easy thing on earth to get through
even the outside door Of q kings resi-
dence. During the Franco-German
war one eventde in tho summer of
1870, stood studying the exquisite
sculpturi' of the gate of the Tuiler-
les, Paris Lost in admiration of the
wonderful art Of that gato l knew not
| that was exciting suspicion. Lower
ing my eyes to the crowds of people l
foundmy self being closely inspected by
| governmental officials, who from my
complexion judged me to be Ger
man, and that for some belligerent
| purpose | might be examining the
| gates of the palace My explanations
in very poor French did not satisfy
| them and they followed me long dis
tances until | reached my hotel, and
were not satisfied until from my land
lord they found that was only an in
| offensive American. The gates of
| earthly palaces are carefully guarded,
| and, if so, how much moro severely
the throne room. A dazzling place Is
it for mirrors and all costly art. No
one who over saw the throne room of
| the first and only Napoleon will ever
! forget the letter n embroidered in pur-
pie and gold on tho upholstery of
chair and window, the letter N gilded
on the wall, the letter N chased on the
chalices, the letter N flaming from the
ceiling What a conhagration OF
brilliance the throne room of Charles
| Emmanuel Of Sardinia, of Ferdinand
| OF Spain, of Elizabeth of England of
Boniface of Italy. But the throne
room of our Fathers house hath a
| glory eclipsing all the throne rooms
chat ever saw sceptcr wave or crown
glitter or foreign ambassador bow, for
our Fathers throne is q throne of
grace, a throne of mercy, n throne of
holiness, throne Of justice, Il throne
of universal dominion. We need not
stand shivcring and covering before
it, for our Father says we may yet
one day come up and sit on it beside
hims TO him that overcometh will
grant 10 sit with mo III my throne
You see we arc princes and princeSscs.
Perhaps now we move about incognito.
as Peter the Greatin tho 2arb OF a ship
carpenter at Amsterdam or as Queen
Tirlah in the dress of a peasant wo
man seeking the prophet for her
-chld's cure; butit will be found out
after awhile NvlTo we are when we get
into the throne room. Ayel we
ueed not wait anti then. We
may by prayer eiId song and spiri-
tual uplifting this moment enter
the throne room. 0 king, live for
everl We touch the forgiving sccp-
ter and prostrale ourselves at thy fcetl
Tho crowns OF the royal families OF
this world are tossed about from gen
Grafton TO generation and from fam
ily TO family. There arc children four
years old in Berlin who have seen the
crown on three cmperors. But wher-
ever tho coroncts of this world rise
or fall, they are destined TO meet in
one place. And | look and see them
coming from north and south and
cast and west, tho Spanish crown, the
Italian crown, the English crown,
the Turkish crown, the Russian crown,
the Persian crown, aye, all the crowns
from under the great archivolt of
heaven; and while / watch and Won
der they are all flung in rain of dia-
monds around the pierced feet
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
| Docs his successive journeys rum
His Kingdom stretch from shore to shore
TIL sun shall rise and set 30 more
Va, that throne room OF Christi In
Fathers house arc many rooms
PLENTY OF MUSIC IN HEAVEN.
Another room in our Fathers house
is the music room. ST John and other
music of heaven that there must be
music there, perhaps not such as on
earth was thrummed from trembling
string or evoked by touch of ivory
key, but If not that, then something
better There are so many Christian
harpists and Christian composers and
Christian organists and Christian
choristers and Christian hymnolo-
IL laertStS thut l1a wa rrana nrss from aartl
there must be for them some place of
especial delectation. Shall we have
music in this world Of discords and no
I music in the land of complete har-
monyH 1 cannot give you the notes
of the frst bar of Tho new song that
is sung i'm heaven, | cannot imagine
either tho solo or the doxology. But
heaven means music, and can mean
nothing else Occasionally that music
has escaped the gate Dr. Fuller dy-
ing at Beaufort 5 c., said; DO you
not hearg' Hear whatl" exclaimed
tho bystanders. The musicl Lift me
upl Open the Window In that
music room Of our Fathers house.
, YOU will some day meet the old Csris,
| tian masters, Mozart and Handel ani
| MendelSSohn aud Beethoven and bod
bridge, whose sacred poetry was as
| remarkable as his sacred prose, and
;, James Montgomery and William
, | Cowper, at last got rid of his spiritual
melancholy, and Bishop Heber, who
, sang of ''Greenlands icy mountains
; and Indias coral strand" and DR..
: Rallies, who wrote of High in yonder
realms Of light" and Isaac Watts,
! who went to visit Sir Thomas Abney