The intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1887-1891, 1890-07-19
be?" And thrist, bending over the
harpers, shall Jay: at shall be the Har-

be?" And thrist, bending over the
harpers, shall ) ay: sit shall be the Har-
vest Home"
One more reason why | am disposed
to accept this doctrine of the future rec !
ognition is thai so many in their last
hour on earth have confirmed this the
DRY. ] speak not of persons who have
been delirious in their last moments and
knew not what they were about, but of
persons who died in calmness and pla-
cidity, and who were not naturally
superstitious. Often the glories 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 in the dying
moments parents SEQ thoir departed
children and children soc their departed
parents! | came down to tho banks of
the Mohawk river. 1t was evening and
l wanted to go over the river, SO | waved
my hat and shouted and after awhile |
saw some n waving on the opposite
bank and | heard him shout, and tho
boat came across, and ! got In and was
transported. And 40 | suppose it will
DO in the evening of our life. We will
come down to tho river of death and
give a signal to our friends on the other
shore, and they will give n signal back
to us, and tho boat comes, and our de-
parted kindred are tho oarsmen, the
fires OF h setting day tinging tho tops
of the paddles.
o, have you never sat by such death
bed? In that hour you hear the depart
ing soul cry: clark! lookv" You
~hearkened and you looked. A little
child pining away because of the death
of its mother, getting weaker and
weaker every day, was k into the
room where hung the picture of her
mother. She seemed to enjoy looking
at 1t, and then she was taken away and
after awhile died. In tho 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 mo she
did not see her mother? She did. So
In my first settlement at Belleville a
plain man said to me: what do you
think l heard last night? | was in the
room where n of my neighbors was
dying. He was n good man, and he
said he heard the angels of God singing
before the throne. l haven't much
poetry about me, but I listened and l
heard them, too" Said |: 81 have-no
doubt of it." Why, we are to be taken
up to Heaven at last by ministeriDg
spirits. Who are they to be? Souls
that went up from Madras, or Antioch,
or Jerusalem? o, no; our glorified kim
dred are going to troop around us.
Heaven is not a stately, formal place,
as / sometimes hear it described, a very
frigidty of splendor, where people stand
on cold formalities and go around about
with heavy crowns of gold upon their
heads. No, that is not my idea of
Heaven. My Idea of Heaven is moro
like this: You are seated in the even
ing tide by the fireplace, your whole
family there, or nearly all of them
there. While you are seated talking
and enjoying the evening hour, there Is
q knock at the door and the door opens,
and there comes in a brother hat 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, than you leap up,
and the question is who shall give him
the first embrace. That is my
lQ6d Ol IledVtH-d BTchb uoiio
circle, where they are waiting for
US. o, 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 any thing 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 playing inc flung herself into
your lap, q very shower of mirth and
beauty? Why. the picture is craven in
your soul. 1t can not wear out If that
little one should stand on the other side
Of some heavenly hill and call to you, you
would hear her voice above the burst Of
Heavens great orchestra. Know it?
You could not help but know it.
o, We whose hearts are down under
the sod of the cemetery, cheer up at the
thought of this ~reunion! o! how much
you will have to tell them when once
you meet them! How much you have
been through since you saw them last!
On the shining shore o will al it all
over. The heart-aches. The loneli.
ness The sleepless nights. The weep
ing until you had no more power to
weep, because the heart was withered
and dried up Story OF vacant chair,
and empty cradle, and little shoe only
half worn out, never to be worn again,
Just the shape of the foot that once
pressed 1t. And dreams when you thought
that the departed 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 anG
you found yourself standing amid-room
in the midDight-alone. Talking it al,
over, and then, hand in hand, walking
up and down in the light. No sorrow
no tears, no death. o, Heaven! beauti
full Heaven! Heaven where our friend
are. Heaven where we expect to be.
o, how different it Is on earth from
the way it is in Heaven when a Christian
diesl We say: ''Close his eyes" IL
Heaven they say: Give him a palm.
On earth we say: "Let him down in tn,
ground" In Heaven they say ''Rais'
him on q throne" On earth it is
Farewell, farewell" In Heaven 1t is
"Welcome. welcome" And so ! see
Christian soul coming down to the rive
OF death, and he steps into the river
and the water comes to his ankle. HI
says: Lord Jesus, is this death?'
NO" says Christ, ''this is not death
And he wades still deeper down int
the waters until the flood comes to TIT
knee, and he says: LORD Jesus, tell me
tell me, is this death?" And Chris
says; mo, no; tSis is not death" AM
he wades still further down until thu
wave comes to the giFdie, and the SOU
says: Lord Jesus, is this death?
NO" says Christ, this is not" AnG
deeper in wades the soul till the billoy
strikes the lip, and the departing on,
cries: Lord Jesus, is this death?
"No," says Christ, this is not" Blu
when Christ has lifted that soul on
throne of glory, and the pomp and JOY