The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1890-07-25

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 en-
ters the gates of heaven. You tell
me that that mothers Joy canrot be
augmented. Let them confront each
other, the son and the mother. s'Oh,"
she says to the angels of God, 'sre-
joice with me! The dead is alive
again, and the lost is found. Halle
luJah! L never expected to see this
lost one come back"
The Bible says nations are tc be
born in day. When China comes
to God will it not know .rr Abeel?
When India comes will it not k:l,w
DIR. John Scudder? When the In
dians come to God will they not
know David Brainerd?
with sec ee1eTs9 seY es enteT1g Fl I hsayen Sss ATT ct
has done so little for Christ, and feel
ing borne down with unworthimess,
and it says to itself, II have no right
to be here" A voice from throne
says, "Oh, you forget that Sunday
school class you invited to Christ! 1
was one of them" And another
voice says, you forget that poor
man to whom you gave n loaf of
bread, and told of the heavenly
bread. was that man." And an
other says, "You forget that sick one
to whom you gave medicine for the
body and the soul. was that one"
And then Christ, from throne over
topping oil the rest, will say, "Inas-
much as we did it to one of the least
of these, you did it to me-" And
then 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, SHAH say,
"It Shall be the, Harvest Homef"
One mogs; aaaQaa NIB -
ed to accept this ddtldMS % tht !fu-
ture recognitioR7s that SO many in
their last hour on earth have confirm
ed this theory. I speak not of per
sons who have been delirious in their
last moments and knew not what
they were about, but of persons who
died in calmness and placidity, and
who were not naturally superstitious.
often the glories of heaven have
struck the dying pillow, and the de-
parting 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 de-
parted parents! came down to the
banks of the Mohawk river. 1t was
evening and wanted to go over the
river, and 80 I waved my hat and
shouted, and after awhile saw some
one waving on the opposite bank,
and heard him shout, and the boat
trans pofted. And 30 supposs It
will be in the evening of oIr 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 departed kindred are
the oarsmen, the fires of the setting
day tinging the tops of the paddles.
Oh, have you never sat by such a
deathbed? 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 it's 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 lit
tie one lifted her hands, while her
face ightalkd8Nith the glory of the
Yt tsfld ts me- Sgd fSea aH1 MasseH m
mother? She did. So in my first
settlement at Belleville O plain man
said to me, "What do you think
heard last night? I was in the room
where one of myneighbors was dying.
He was q good man, and he said he
heard the angels of God singing be-
fore the throne. / haven't much
poetry about me, but listened and
l heard them too Said I, 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 Jerusalem? Oh, no; our gloriied
kindred are going to troop around us.
Heaven is not a stately, formal
place, as sometimes hear it described,
very frigidity of splendC., where
people stand on cold fo,malities and
go round about with heavy crowns of
geld On their heals. No, that is not
my idea Of heaven. My idea of heaven
in 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 enjoying the evening hour
there is knock at the door and the
door opens, and there comes in O
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. 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 2" You were
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