The Forrest City times., 1890-07-19

death with fortitude, 1t was by DO means had sustained 1t was because I was sup ported by the consollng reflection that ~e could not long ee sepafstedl i. The NotNe- Turk believes t. Under every sky, by every river in every zone, tho theory is adopted; and so say q principle universally implant. belief, rhc argument is irsesistlbis
 Again: adopt this theory because there arc features of moral temperament and fea- ever How do we know each other in this worldly Is It merely by the color uf the eye, or the length of the hair, or tho facial pro portions? Oh, mo-. IL Is by the disposition as well, by natural affinity, using the word In the very best sense and not in the bad sensei and If In the dust our body should DOT ish and lie there forever and there shall be DO rcsurreciion, still the soul has enough feat,irea arid the dlspositiu,i has enough fea- lures to make us distinguishablc l can un- derstand how In sickness a man will become so delirious that hc will not know his own friends; but will we be hl' ted with such in- sufferablc idiocy, that standing beside our guess who they aref
 Again: think enc reason why we ought to accept this doctrine is because we never in this world have an opportunity to glys thanks to thoso to whom we are spiritually indebted. The joy of heaven, we are told, IS to be inaugurated by review of life's work. The Christian men and women who have been toiling for Christ have they seen the full result of their workf Oh no, In the church of Somerville, New JerseyiJohn Vres ucnhlrgh preached for q good many years He feis That his ministry was failure; and others felt so, although he was a faithful minister preaching tho Gospel all the time. He died. and died amid discouragements, and went home to God; for no one cvct doubted that John Vrodcnburgh was a good Christian minister. little while after his death thcrc came a great awakening in SomcrvilIe and one Sabbath two hundred souls stood up Ut the Christian altar espous- ing the cause of Christ, among them my own father and mother. And what was peculiar in regard to nearly all of those two hundred souls was that they dated their religious i'm pressions from the ministry of John Nredcn- burgh Will that good Christian man before the throne of God never meet those souls brought to Christ through his instrumcnt- alityf Oh. of course he will know then I remember one Sabbath afternoon. borne down with sense of my sins and knowing not God. took up Doddridges Riss asd Pc. g,ess. Oh, what dark afternoon it was and l read the chapters, and read tho prayers and tried to make the prayers my own. Oh, must see Philip Doddrldge. A glorious old book he wrote. It Is out of fashon now
 There is mother before the throne of God. You say her joy Is full. Is itf You say there can be no augmentation oft. Cannot there bef Her son was wandercr and vagabond on the earth when that good mother dieds He broke her old heart She died leaving him In the wilderness of sin, She Is before the throne of God now. Years pass and that son repcnts of his crimes and gives hfs heart to God and becomes useful Christian, aud dies and enters the gates of heaven, You tell me that that mothers Joy cannot bo augmented. Let them confront each other. The son and the mother. Oh" she says to the angels of God, rejoice with me, The dead Is alive. again. and the lost Is found. Hailclniahi l never expected to see this lost one come back
 One more reason why am disposed to ac- rept this doctrine of the futuro recognition Is that so many in their last hour on earth have confirmed this theory I speak not of persons who have been delrious in their last moment and knew not what they were about. but of persons who died iu calmnesS and pla- cidity. and who were not naturally supefstt- tious. often the glorles of heaven have struck the dying pillow, and the departing man has said he saw and heard those who had gone away from him. How often it Is ia the dy ing moment parents see their departed children and children see their departed parents. l came down to the banks of the Mohawk River II vas evening. and wnnt- ed to ro over the river and so l waved my hat and shouted. and after awhile saw someone waving on the opposite bank, and l heard him shout, and the boat cann across. and got in and was transported. And so I suppose 1t will be iu the evening Of our life We will come down to ihe risef of death aud give a signal to euf friends on the other shore, and they will give signal back Co us and the boat comes aud our departed kin dred are the oarsmen. the tres of the setttn. day tinEefng the tops nf the paddles
 Oh. have you never sat by euch a dcatt- hcdl In that hour. you bear the departing soul cryl sliark, loslk You harkened and
  cause of the death of it's mother, getting weaker and weaker every day, WAS taken Into the rgoin where hung the plctnru of her mother, she seemed fo enjoy locking at ss, and then she was taken away, and after awhile died In the last moment tha, wan and wasted little ono liftod her hands. while her facc iishted up with inc glory of the next world and cried out, -siothvs.. Yau telime she did not ssc her mctherg She did so Ia y iFss ', scts,y,agnd ., ia piase last nightf was in the room where ofe of my neighbors was dying. lic was good singing before ths fhrpne. 1 haYrn't much poetry about me but listened and heard thent too Said |, T have no doubt If IL" by niinisscring spirits. Who arc they Ia hef souls that went up fNm Nadtas, or An,lech, GIT JrruSalemg oh, nos our glortfed kindresi arc going to troop around us.
 Heaven is not n stately, formal place, as sometimes hear it described a very frlgldity of spiendor, whcre people stand on cold crowns of geld on their heads. No, That k not my idea of heaven. My Idea of heasas, is more like this; You Mre seated sn tho evening,tsde by the fireplace your whole While you are seated talking and enjoying the evening hour. there is knock at tho door and the door opens. and there cnfmrs in s brother that has been long absent. Heh has been absent for ycar~,yon have not seen hisn. nosccn~r do you mak. up your mind that II is certainly he. than you leap up. and tb.quns ton k who shall give him tl,c hrst embrace That Is my Idea of heaven great honir circle where they are waiting far lis. ph, will you not know yonr mothers voice therel She who always called you by your first name lonx after others have given you tho formal sMt>ters" You were never anything but James or John. UT George. Thomas. or Mary, or Florence ia her Win you not know your childs voice, She of the bright eye aud the ruddy cheek, and the quick step. who came fu from play and flung herself into your lap, very shower of msrth and beautyS Why. the picture Is grascn tn your soul It cannot wear out. II that little one should stand on the other side of Sanlc heavenly hill and call ,o you, you would hear her voice above the burst of heavens great orchestra. Know itf fou could not help hut know 1t.
 Now bring you this glorious consolation of future recognition. If you could get this theory Into your heart IL wunid lift Ii great many shadows that are stretching aecnls- it. When was lad used to so out to the raa- road-track and put my ear down on sthc track and l could hear the exprcss train rumhiing miles away. and coming on: and ough put our car down tu the grave of our dead, and listen and hear in the distance the runibling uf the chariots of resurrection victory. Oh, heavcn, sweet heayunt You do not spell heaven as you used to spell 1t. You used to spell 1t h-e-a-y Oh. heaven, Hut now when you want io spell that word you place side by side the faces of the lowed ones who are gone, and In that irradiAtiun of light and love, and beauty and joy, you spell it out as never before, In songs and halle lulahs
 
 sod of the cemetery, cheer up at the thought uf this rcuniuni Oh, how much you will have 10 tell them when once you meet them. How much you have been through since you saw them last, On tho shining shore you wilt talk 1t all over. The hcartachrs. Tho Loneliness. The sleepless nights. The weep ing until you had no more power to weep be- cause the heart was wishcred and dried up, story of vacant chair. and empty cradle. and little shoe only half worn out, nevcf Ia bs worn again. just the shape of the foot that once pressed 1t. And dreams when you thought the departed ones had come back again and the room seemed bright with their faces, and you started up to greet them, and In the effort the dream broke and you found yourclf standing amid-room in the mid- nightainnc.. Talking it sli over, and then, hand in hand, walking down in the light. No sorrow. no tears, no death. Oh, heaven, beautiful heavcns Heaven where our friends are. Heaven where we expect to be.
 iu the east they take V eago Of birds and bring IL ta the tomb of the dead. and then they open the door of the cage. and tho birds. flying out, sing, And would to-day bring cage of Christian consntntions to the grave of your loved ones, aud would open tho door and ict them ull ali the sir with the music of their voices. Oh, how they bound in these snirfts hefprp the thrunps spafe