News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1890-07-17


| God never meet those souls brought tt
Christ through his instrumentality
Oh, of course. he will know them.
remember one Sabbath afternoon
borne down with tho sense of my sim
and knowing not God l took up Dodd
ridges Rise and Progress. " Oh, wha
a dark afternoon it was and l read tn,
chapters and | read the prayers, and
tried to make the prayers my own. Oh
| must see Philip Doddridge A glori
GUS old book he wrote 1t is out O
| fashion now.
THEY KNOW EACH OTHER IN HEAVEN
There is mother before the throne
of God. You say her joy is full Is it
You say there can be no augmentation
of it. Cannot there be? Her son wa,
a wanderer and a vagsbond on the
earth when that good mother died
He broke her old heart She dice
leaving him in the wilderness of sin
| She is before the throne of God now
Years pass and that son repents of his
crimes and gives his heart to God, and
becomes a useful Christian, and dies
and enters the gates of heaven. You
fell me that that mothers joy cannot
be augmented Let them confront
each other. The son and the mother
ooh, she says to the angels of God
''reioice with me- The dead is alive
again and the lost is found. Hallelu
iahl | never expected to see this lost
one come back" The Bible says ma
tons are to be born in a day. When
China comes to God will it not know
! DR.. Abeel? When India comes will il
not know Dr. John Scudder? When
| the Indians come to God will they not
know David Brainard?
1 see a soul entering heaven at last
with covered face at the idea that il
has done so little for Christ, and feeling
borne down with unworthiness, and il
says to itself, Il have no right to be
here" A voice from throne says,
''Oh, you forget that Sunday school
class you invited to Christ. was one
of them" And another voice says.
''You forget that poor man to whom
you gave q loaf of bread and told OF
The heavenly bread. I Was that man"
And another one says, ''You forget that
lick one to whom you gave medicine
Tor the body and the soul. was that
one." And then Christ, from throne
Dvertopping all the rest, will say, "Inas-
much as We did it to one of the least of
To An
the seraphs will take their harps from
the side of the throne and cry, What
song shall it be-" And Christ, bending
over the harpers, shall say, 1T shall be
the Harvest Home"
CONFIRMED IN THIS WORLD.
One more reason why / am disposed
to accept this doctrine of future recog-
milton 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 pla-
cidity, and who were not naturally su-
perstitious. Often the glories of heaven
have struck the dying pillow, and the
departing man has said he saw and
heard those who have gone away from
him. How often it is in the dying mo-
ments parents see their departed chill
dren and children see their departed
parents. came down to the banks of
the Mohawk river. 1t was evening, and
| wanted to go over the river, and
so | waved my hat and shouted,
and after a while l saw some one
waving on the opposite bank and
1 heard him shout, and the boat
came across and l got in and was
transported And so l suppose it will
be in the evening of our life We will
come down to the river of death and
give signal to our friends on the other
shore, and they will give a signal back
to us, and the boat comes and our de
parted kindred are the oarsmen, the
fires of the setting day tingeing the
tops of the paddles.
Oh, have you never sat by such a
deathbed2 In that hour you hear the
departing soul cry, clark, look!" You
hearkened and you looked A little
child pining away because of the death
of its mother, getting weaker and weak
er every day, was taken into the room
where hung the picture of her mother
She seemed to enjoy looking at it, and
then she was taken away and after a
while died. In the last moment that
wan and wasted little one lifted her
hands, while her face lighted up with
the glory of the next world, and cried
out, ''Mother" You tell me she did
not see her mother2 She did. So in
my first settlement at Belleville plain
man said to me, What do you think |
heard last night? l was in the room
where one of my neighbors was dying.
He was a good man, and he said he
heard the angels of God singing before
the throne. l haven't much poetry
about me, but l listened, and heard
them, too" Said l, Il 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 Jerusa-
lem? Oh, no; our glorified kindred
are going to troop around us.
DIR. TALMAGE'S IDEA OF HEAVEN.
Heaven is not stately, formal place,
as l sometimes hear it described, a
very frigidity of splendor, where people
stand on cold formalities 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 evening
tide by the fireplace, your whole family
there, or nearly all of them there.
While you are seated talking and en-
jOying the evening hour there is a
knock at the door, and the door opens
and there comes in a brother that has
been long absent. He has been alb
sent-for years you have not seen him
and no sooner do you make up your
mind that it is certainly he than 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 waiting for us.
Oh, will you not know your mothers
voice there? She who always called
you -by your first name long after others
had given you the formal Mister"
You were never anything but James,
or John, or George, or Thomas, or
Mary, or Florence, to her. Will you
not know your chiIds voices? She of
the bright eye, and the ruddy cheek,
and the quiet step, who came in from
play and flung herself into your Ian q