The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1891-07-31

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boisterous brass band; and while tha
band was playing an infants voice
was heard crying, and all
the miners were startled, and
the swarthy men began to think OF
| their homes on the eastern coast, and
Of their wives and children far away.
and their hearts were thrilled with
Inconsistencies as they hear the babe
cry. But the music went on, and the
child cried louder and louder, and the
brass band played louder and louder.
trying u drown out the in
fantile interruption, when a swarthy
miner, the tears rolling down
his face, got up and shook his
fist and said: "Stop that noisy band
and give the baby a chance!" OH there
was pathos in it, as well as good cheer
in il. There is nothing to arouse and
melt and subdue the soul like a child's
voice. But when it goes away from you
the high chair becomes a higher
chair, and there is d~esolation cIl about
you. In three-fourtbs of the homes
of this congregation there is = va-
cant high chair. Somehow you never
get over it. There is no one to put to
bed at night; no one to ask strange
questions about God and Heaven Oh,
what is the use OF that high chair? 1t
is to call you higher What a drawing
upward it is to have children in Heaven!
And then it is such a preventive
against sin. If a father is going
away into sin, he leaves his living
children with their mother; but If a
father is going away into sin, what
is he going to do with his dead chill
dren floating about him and lowering
over his every hayward step? Oh,
speak out, vacant high chair, and say:
Father, come back from sin; mother,
come back from worldliuesa. i am
watching you. / am waiting for you"
With respect to your child, the words
of my text have been fulfilled. Thou
shalt be missed, because thy seat will
be empty"
NY hearers. / have gathered up the
voices of your departed friends and tried
to intone them into one invitation up
ward. / set in array all the vacant
chairs of your homes and of your social
circle, and I bid them cry ont this morn
ing: "Time is short. Eternity is near.
Take my Saviour. BE at peace with
my God. Come up where I am
We lived together on earth, come
let us live together in Heaven" We
answer that invitation. We come. Keep
a seat for us, as Saul kept a seat for
David, but that seat shall not be empty.
And OH when we are all through with
this world, and we have shaken hands
all around for the last time, and all our
chairs in the home circle and ia the
1,,4etIo rr0r1I cho11 he vacant n y xu0
be w~orshipping God in hat place from
which we shall go out no more
forever. / thank God there will
be no vacant chairs in Heaven.
There we shall meet again and talk
over our earthly h~eartbreaks. How
much you nave been through since you
saw them lastl On the shining shore
YOU talk it all over. The h~eartaches.
The loneliness. The sleepless nights.
The weeping until you had nc more
power to weep, because the heart was
withered and dried up. Story of empty
cradle and little shoe only half worn out
never to be worn again, just the shape
of the foot that once pressed it.
And dreams when you thought he de-
parted 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, nc
tears, no death. Oh, Heavenl beautiful
Heavenl Heaven where our friends are.
Heaven where we expect to be. In the
east they take a a of birds and bring
it TO the tomb of the dead, and hen they
open the door of the cage, and the birds
flying out and sing. And / would to-day
bring a cage of Christian consolation to
the grave of your loved ones, n /
would open the loo and let them fill
all the air with the music of their voices
Oh, how they bound in these spirits
before the throne! Some shout with
gladness. Some break forth into I'M
comfortable 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 garlands,
they spring it into t~riumphal arches,
they strike in ON timbrels, and then all
the loved ones gather in a great circle
around the throne of God-fathers,
mothers, brothers, sisters, sons and
daughters, lovers and friends, hand to
hand around about the throne of God
thecircle 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 a young
hart upon the mountains of Bother"
Dialects I'm the East.