The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1890-07-25
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bread. was that man" And another
voice says: "You forget that sick one to
whom you gave medicine for the body
and the soul I was that one" And
then Christ, from throne overlapping
all the rest will say: ''Inasmuch as ye
did 1t to one of the least of these, you
did 1t to me" And then the seraphs
will take their harps from the side of
the throne and cry; "what song shall il
be?" And Christ bending over the
harpers, shall say: st shall be the Har-
vest Home"
One more reason why am disposed
to accept this doctrine of the future rec
ognition is that 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 see their departed
children and children see their departed
parents! i came down to the banks of
the Mohawk river. 1t was evening and
/ wanted to go over the river, so waved
my hat and shouted and after awhile I
saw some one 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 signal to our friends on the other
shore, and they will give signal back
to us, and the boat comes, and our de-
parted kindred are the oarsmen, the
fires Of the setting day tinging the tops
of the paddles.
o, have you never sat by such DEATH
bed? In that hour you hear the depart
ing soul cry: ''Hark! look" You
hearkened 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 picture Of her
mother. She seemed to enjoy looking
at it and then she was taken away, and
after awhile 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 mother? She did. So
in my first settlement at Belleville
plain man said to me: what do you
think heard last night? 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. / 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? o, no; our glorified kim
dred are going to troop around US.
Heaven is not 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 more
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
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, 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. 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 and flung herself into
your lap, 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 you will talk 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
prescott 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 and !!
you found yourself standing amid-room
in the midnight-alone. Talking it all !
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 friends !
are. Heaven where we expect to be.
o, how different it is on earth from !
the way it is in Heaven when Christian !
dies! We say: CLOSE his eyes" In
Heaven they say: 'Give him a palm"
On earth we say: 'tLet him down in the |
ground" In Heaven they say: "Raise
him on a throne" On earth it is: