The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1890-08-22

tomb He will not be afraid of that
night Grandfather was never afraid of
any thing. He will rise in the morning
of the resurrection. Grandfather was
always the first to rise. His voice has
already mingled in the doxology of
Heaven. Grandfather always did sing
in church Any thing CHASTITY in that?
No. The threshing of the wheat out Of
the straw. That is all.
The Saviour folds a lamb in His bosom.
The little child filed all the house with
her music, and her toys are scattered all
up and down the stairs just as she left
them What if the hand that plucked
four-o'clocks out of the meadow Is still?
1t will wave the eternal triumph What
if the voice that made music in the
home is still? 1t will sing the eternal
hosanna- Put white rose in one hand
and a red rose in the other hand and a
wreath of orange blossoms on the brow;
the white flower for the victory. the red
flower for the Saviour'S sacrifice. the
orange blossoms for her marriage day.
Any thing CHASTITY about that? o, no.
The sun went down and the flower shut
The wheat threshed out of the straw.
''Dear Lord. give me sleep" said dying
boy, the son of one of my elders Dear
Lord, give me sleep" And he closed
his eyes and awoke in glory. Henry
w. Longfellow. writing letter of con-
| dolence to those parents, said: Those
last words were beautifully poetic.
Dear Lord, give me sleep
Twas not in cruelty, not in wrath
That the reaper came that day;
Twas an angel that visited the earth
| And took the flower away.
So it may be with us whom our work
is all done Dear Lord, give me
sleep"
have one more thought to present
I have spoken of the blowing, of the
sowing, of the narrowing, of the reap
ing, of the threshing. 1 must now
speak a moment of the garnering.
Where is the garner? Need 1 tell
you? o. no. So many have gone out
from your own circles-yea, from your
own family, that you have had youI
eyes on that garner for many a year.
What a hard time some of them had
In Gethsemanes of suffering, they sv eat
greatdrops of blood. They took the ''cuI
of trembling" and they put it to theil
hot lips and they cried: IF it be possible,
let this cup pass from me-" With
tongues OF burning agony they cried
20 Lord, deliver my soull" But they
got over it They all got over it. Gar
neredl Their tears wiped away; theil
battles all ended; their burdens lifted
Garnered! The Lord of the harves
will not allow those sheayes to perish
in the equinox. Garnered! Some of u
remember, on the farm, that the sheave
were put on the top of the rack, which
surmounted the wagon, and thes'
sheaves were piled higher and higher
and after awhile the horses started 70
the barn; and these sheaves swayed Il
and fro in the wind, and the old Wagon
creaked and the horses made a struggl
and pulled so hard the harness came u
in loops of leather on their back, AM
when the front wheel struck the ele
waited floor of the barn, it seemed as i
the load would go no farther, unit
the workmen gave great shout
and then, with one last tremulous strain
the horses pulled in the load; then the
were embarrassed, and forkful afte
forkful of grain fell into the NOW. @
: my friends, our getting into Heavel
may be pull, hard pull, very har
pull; but these sheaves are bound to g
in The Lord of the harvest ha
promised it. see the load at last com
ing in the door of the Heavenly garnery
The sheaves of the Christian soul swa
to and fro in the wind of death, and tn
old body breaks under the load, and a
the load strikes tho floor of the celestia
garner, it seems as if it can go no farther
1t is the last struggle, until the voice
l of angels and the voices of our departe
kindred and the welcoming voice of Go
shall send the harvest rolling into tn
eternal triumph, while all up and dow
! the sky tho cry is heard: ''Harves
home! Harvest homer