Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1889-03-09

plaza, right by the side of the imperial
fountain or on the heights overlooking
the River of Life, the chariots of saliva
ton hating at your door while those
visit you who are more than conquerors,
and those who are kings and queens unto
Goo forever. You, my brother, and you.
my sister, who have il SO hard here
VIII have it S. fine and grand there tina,
you will hardly know yourself and will
feel disposed TO dispute your own iden-
ity, and the first time | see you there
will cry out Didn't | tell you so when
you sat down there in the Brooklyn Tab
ernacle and looked i%ncredulous because
you thought it too good TO be true?" And
you will answer "You were right, the
half was not told mel So this morning
open your dark saying Of dependency
n complaint on my gospel harp and
give you just one bar OF music, for | do
not pretend to be much OF a player.
The Lamb which is in the midst of the
throne shall lead them to living foun-
tains of water and God shall wipe away
all tears from their eyes But | must
confess | am a little perplexed how some
of you good Christians are going to get
through the gate, because there will be
SO many there TO greet you and they will
all want 10 shake hands at once and will
all want the first kiss. They will have
heard that you arc coming, and they will
all press around TO welcome you and will
want you to say whether you know them
after being SO long pared.
Amid the tussel aud romp of reunion ]
tell you whose hand of welcome you had
better first clasp and whose cheek is en-.
titled 10 the first kiss. II is the hand and
the cheek of him without whom you
would never have got there at all, the
Lord Jesus, the darling of the skies, rs he
cries out, II have loyedt thee with an ever
lasting love and the fires could not burn
il and the floods could not drown it"
Then you, my dear people, having nc
more use for my poor harp on which ]
used 10 open your dark sayings and whose
chords sometimes snapped, despoiling the
symphony, you will take down your own
harps from the willows that grow by the
eternal water courses and play together
those celestial airs, some of the names Of
which are entitled. THE King in His
Beauty" The Land That Was FarOf,"
Jerusalem the Golden Home
Again" The Grand March Of God, "
The Life Everlasting" And as the last
dark curtain Of mystery is forever lifted
it will be as though ali the oratories that
were ever heard had been rolled into one
and Israel in Egypt and %"Jephtha's
Daughter" and B~cethOven's Overture in
CO and Ritter's first Sonata in ID minor
and the "Cretion" and the Messiah"
had been blown from the lips Of one
trumpet o been invoked by the sweep of
one bow or had dropped from the vibrat-
ing chords Of one harp.
But here | must slow up lest in trying
to solve mysteries | add to the mystery
that we have already wondered at;
namely, Why preachers should keep on
after all the hearers are tired? SO |
gather up into one great armful all the
why's, and hows, and wherefores of your
life and mine, which we have not had
time or the ability to answer, and " rite
on them the words adjourned TO eter-
nifty" rejoice that we do not under
stand all things now, for if we did, what
would we learn in heaven? If we knew
it all down here in the freshman and
sophomore class, what would be the use
of our going up to stand amid the jun
Tors and the seniors? If we could put
down one leg of the compass and with
tlt INV OWN "a IN aAVNhN ''
the %inscrutables, if we could lift u little
steelyards and weigh the throne of the
Omnipotent, if we could with our seven
day clock measure eternity, what would
be left for heavenly revelationa So !
move that we cheerfully adjourn what is
now beyond our comprehension, and as
according TO Rollin. the historian,
Alexander the Great, having obtained
the gold casket in which Darius had
kept his rare perfume, used that aromatic
casket thereafter to keep isfavorite copy
of Homer in, and called the book, there
fore, the lection of the casket, and al
night he put the casket and his sword
under bis pillow, SO | put this day into
the perfumed casket of your richest af-
fections and hopes this promise, worth
more than Homer ever wrote or swoId
ever conquered: What / do thou know
est not now, but thou shalt know here
after and that | call the edition
celestial