Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1890-07-14


found. Hallclujahl never expected to
see this lost one come back" The Bible
says nations are to be born In day. When
China comes to God will it not know DIR.
| Abeel? When Iadia comes win it not
know DIR. John Scudder? When the In
dams como to God will they not know Da-
vid Brainards
| sec a soul entering heaven at last, with
covered face at the idea that it has done so
little for Christ and feeling borne down
with Unworthiness, and it says to itself, II
have no right to be here" A voice from
the throne says, "Oh, you forget that Sun
day school class you invited to Christ. was
one of them" And another voice says,
"You forget that poor man to whom you
gaze a loaf of bread and tod Of the heaven
ly bread. | was that man" And another
says "You forget that sick one to whom
you gave medicine for the body and the
soul. Twas that one" And then Christ,
from throne overlapping all the rest, will
say, "Inasmuch as ye did it to one of the
least of these, you did it to me-" And then
the seraphs will take their harps from the
side of the throne and cry, What song
shall it beY' And Christ, bending over the
harpers, shall say, 1T shall be the Harvest
Home"
One more reason why am disposed to
accept this doctrine of future recognition
is that SO many in their last hour on earth
| have confirmed this theory. speak not of
persons who have been delirious in their
last moment and knew not what they were
about, but of persons who died in calmness
and placidity and who were not naturally
superstitious Often the glories of heaven
have struck the dying pillow and the de-
| parting man has said he saw and heard
those who had gone away from him. How
often it is in the dying moments parents
sec their departed children and children
see their departed parents. came down
| to the banks of the Mohawk river. 1t was
evening and l wanted to go over the river
and so | waved my hat and shouted, and
after awhile | saw someone waving on the
opposite bank and heard him shout, and
the boat came across and got in and was
transported. And so | suppose it will be
| in the evening of our life. We will come
down to the river of death and give a sig
| nal to our friends on the other shore and
they will give signal back to us, and the
boat comes and our departed kindred are
the oarsmen, the fires of the setting day
tingeing the tops of the paddles.
WHEN THE LAST HOUR COMES.
oh, have you never sat by such death
bedY In that hour you hear the departing
soul cry, "Harki Lookp' You hardened
and you looked A little child pining
away because of the death of its mother,
getting weaker and weaker every day, was
taken into the room where hung the pict-
Lre of her mother. She seemed to enjoy
looking mt it, and then she was taken away
and after awhile died. In the last moment
HIT nd ha,
hands, while her face lighted up with the
glory of the next world, and cried out,
"Motherl" You tell me she did not see her
mother2 She did. So in my first settle
merit at Belleville plain man said to me:
what do you think heard last night?
was in the room where one of my neigh
bors was dying, lie was Il good man, and
he said he heard the angels of God singing
before the throne. haven't much poetry
about me- but | listened and heard them,
too" Said |, 81 have no doubt of it,"
Why, we are to be taken up to heaven at
last by ministering spirits. Who are they
to be? Souls that went up from Madras
or Antioch, or Jerusalem? Oh, no; our
glorifed kindred are going to troop
around us.
Heaven is not n stately, formal place, us
| sometimes hear it described II very frig-
idity Of splendor, where people stand on
cold fOrmalitiaS and go around about with |
heavy crowns of gold on their heads. No,
that is not my idea of heaven. My idea
of heaven is more like this You are
seated in the eyeningtide by the fire
place, your whole family there, or nearly
all Of them there While you are seated
talking and enjoying the evening hour
there is "A knock at the door and the
door opens, and there comes in brother
that has been long absent. He has been |
absent, for years you have not seen him,
and no sooner do you make up your mind |
that it is certainly he thar you leap up, and |
the question is who shall give him the
first embrace, That is my idea of heaven
a great home circle where they are wait
ing for us.
Oh, will you not know your mothers |
voice theref She who always called you by !
your first name long after others had given |
you the formal "Misters" You were
never anything but James, or John, or
George, or Thomas, or Mary or Florence to
her Will you not know your child's |
voice? She of the bright eye, and the |
ruddy cheek and the quiet step; who came
in from play and flung herself into your
lap IA very shower of mrth and beautyP |
w ny, inc picture ~ craven III your soul. III |
cannot wear out. Ii that little one should |
stand on the other side of some heavenly |
hill aud call to you, you would hear her
voice above the burst of heavens great or
ohestra. Know it? You could not help
but know it.
GLORIOUS CONSOLATION.
Now bring you this glorious consola-
tion of future recognition. If you could |
get this theory into your heart it would |
lift great many shadows that are stretch
ing across it, When was n lad ] used to
30 out to the railroad track and put my
9ar down on the track, and could hear
she express train rumbing miles away and |
coming on; and today, my friends if we
)hly had faith enough we could put our
,aI down to the grave of our dead, and |
listen and hear in the distance the
rumbling on of the chariots Of resurrection
victory . heaven. sweet heaven You
do not spell heaven as you used to spell it, |
You used to spell it h-e-a-y-e-n-heayen. |
But now when you want to spell that
word you place side by sale the faces of
the loved ones who are gone, and in that |
irradation of light and love and beauty |
and joy you spell it out as never before in
songs and hallelujahs. Oh ye whose |
hearts are down under the sod of the |
cemetery, cheer up at the thought of this |
reunion. Oh, how much you will have to |
tell them when once you meet them!
Hwy much you have been through since !
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