Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-07-14

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the evening of our life. We will come dowr
to the river Of death and give a signal to oul
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 tingeing the topt
of the paddles.
Oh, have you never sat by such death
bed? In that hour you hear the departing
soul cry, clark lookr' 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 1t,
ana then she was taken away, and after
awhile she 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 Belle
vile a plain man said to me, "What do you
think heard last night? I was in the
room where one of my neighbors was dying.
He was good man, and he said be heard
the angels of God singing before the throne.
haven't much poetry about me, but list
ened and I heard them too" Said 1, 81
taken up to heaven at last by ministering
spirits. Who are they to be? souls that
went up from Madras, or Antioch, or Jeru-
salem? Oh, no, our gloriied kindred are
going to troop around u.s.
PICTURE OF HEAVEN.
Heaven is not stately, formal place, as
sometimes hear it described, q 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
eveniug-tide by the fire place, 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
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 Tor 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 Mis-
ter? You were never anything 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 play and flung herself into
your lap, very shower of mirth and beau
ty? Why, the picture is craven in your
soul. 1t cannot 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.
Now 1 bring you this glorious consolation
OF future recognition. If you could get
this theory into your heart it would lift a
great manv shadows that are stretching
across it. When was lad used to go
out to the railroad track and put my ear
down on the track, and / could hear the ex-
press train rumbling miles away, and COM
had faith enough we could put our ear
down to the grave of our dead, and listen
and hear in the distance the rumDling on
of the chariots of resurrection victory. Oh
heaven Sweet heaven You do not spell
heaven as you used 10 spell it. You used to
spell it h-e-a-v-e-n, heaven. But now when
you want to spell that Word you place side
by side the faces Of the loved ones who are
gone, and in that irradiation of light and
love, and beauty and Joy, ,,you spell it out as
never before. in songs and hallelujahs.
THE JOYOUS MEERfNG.
oh, We whose hearts are down under the
sod OF the cemetery, cheer up at the thought
Of this reunion Obi how much you will
have to tell them when once yon meet tbeml
How much you have been through since
you saw them lastl On the shining shore
you will talk II all over. The heartaehes.
The loneliness. the sleepless nights. The
weeping until you had no more power 10
weep, because the heart was withered aud
,drled up. Story OF vacant chair and empty
cradle, and little shoe only hall worn out,
never to be worn again, Just the shape Of
the foot that once pressed It. And dreams
when you thought that the departed had
come back again, and the room seemed
bright with their faces, and you stared up
broke and you found yourself standing
amid room In the middIght-alone. Talk
Ing II all over, and then, hand in hand,
walking up and down 10 the light. No
sorrow, no tears, no death. Oh, heRveni
beautiful heavenl Heaven where our friends
are. Heaven where we expect TO be.
In the East they take u cage Of birds and
bring II to the tomb Of the dead, and then
they open the door Of the cage, and the
birds, flying out, sing. And / would to-
day bring u cage OF Christian consultations
10 the grave OF your beloved ones, and /
would open the door and let them Gil all
the sir with the music Of their voices. Oh,
how they bound In, these spirits before the
thronel Some shout with gladness. Some
break forth into uncomfortable weeping for
Joy. Some stand speechless In their shock
of delight They sing. They culver with
excessive gladness. They gaze on the
temples, on the palaces on the waters, on
each other. They weave their Joy into
garl4nds, they spring II Into triumphal
arches, they strike II on timbrels, and then
all the loved ones gather in q great circle
AROUND THE THRONE
of God-fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters,
sons and daughters, lovers and friends, hand
TO hand around about the throne o God
the circle ever widening-hand to hand, Joy
TO joy, jubilee to jubilee, victory to victory,
until the day break and the shadows flee
away. "Turn thou; my beloved, and be
like a roe or young hart upon the mountains
of Bether." Oh, how different IL Is on earth
from the way II Is in heaven when O
diesl We say "close his eyes" In
heaven they say, "Give him palm" On
earth we say, LET him down In the ground"
In heaven they say, Raise him ON the
throne" On earth It is, Farewell, fare
WE'LL" In heaven 1t is, WELCOME, well
come.
And so see a Christian soul coming
down to the river Of death, and he steps into |
the river, and the water comes to the ankle. |
He says, Lord Jesus, is this death?"
''No," says Christ, "this is not death"
And be wades still deeper down into the
waters until the food comes to the knee, and
he says, "Lord Jesus, tell me, tell me, is
this death?" And Christ says, "No, no,
this is not death" And he wades still
further down until the wave comes to the
yirdle, and the soul SAYS, "Lord Jesus, is
his death?" "No," says Christ, "this is
not.". And deeper in wades the soul till
he billow strikes the lip, and the departing
,ne cries, "Lord Jesus, is this death"
NO." says Christ, 'this is not" But when
Christ has lifted that soul on throne of
glory, and the pomp apd joy of heaven came
'urging to its ieet, then Christ said. This,
,hl transported soul! This is death"
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