The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1891-05-14

Ch"stia',," aud nc Saw / "a old Christian
man go To his room and sit down on tho
chair beside the stand. and open the BIZ
bic aud begin to read. lie read on and
on, chapter alter chapter, nour after
hour, until his face was all aglow with
the tidings from heaven, and when the
clock struck twelve, he arose and shut
his Bible, and sal |, blessed Lord. we
are on the same old terms yet. Good.
night, goodnight" Oh, YOU sn-par-
ched and you trouble-poundcd, here is
satisfaction. VIII you come and get it?
L cannot tell YOU what the Lord offers
you hereafter so we'll as | can tell YOU
now. ut doth not yet appear what we
shall be-" Have you read of the Tai
Mahal in India. in some respects the
most majestic building on earth? Twcn-
Ly thousand men were twenty years in
building it. 1t cost about SIG ,O0O, 900.
The walls arc of marble, iulaid with cor.
nellan from Bagdad. and turquoise from
Thlbct, and Jasper from the Puniaub,
and amethyst from Persia, and all man
Ter OF pr, clous stones. a traveller soys
that 1T seems TO him like the shining of
an enchanted castle OF FURNISHED silver.
The walls arc 245 feet high, and from
the top OF these springs Il dome thirty
more feet high, that dome containing the
most wonderful echo the world has ever
known; so that ever and anon travellers
standing below with flutes, and drums,
and harps, are testing that echo, and the
| sounds from below strike up and then
come down as 1t were the voices of an-
gels all around about the building.
There Is around it garden of tamarind,
and banyaD, and pal and all the floral
glorlcs OF the ransacked earth. But that
IS only tomb OF Il dead empress, and it
is tame compared with the grandeurs
which God has builded for your living and
| immortal spirit. Oh, home Of the bless
ed! Foundations of gold! Arches of
victory! Cap-StOncs CT praise! And Il
dome i'll which there are cchoing and re-
cchoing the hallelujahs of the ages. And
around about that mansion is a garden
the garden OF God-and all the sprinyng
louatans are the bottled tears of the
church in the wilderness, and all the
crimson of the flowers is the deep hue
that was caught up from the carnage of
earthly martyrdUmS, and the fragrance
Is the prayer OF all the saints, and the
aroma puts into utter Jorge tfulness the
casSia and the spikcnard, and The frank
Incense, and the world-renowned spices
which the Queen l}alkis, of AbysSinia,
flung at the feet OF King Solomon.
When shall these eyes thy heaven built
walls
And pcarly gates behold,
my DulwarkS, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold:
Through obluracy On our part, and
through the rejection of that Christ who
makes heaven possible, I wonder If any
OF us will miss that spectacle? l fear!
tcn! The queen of the south will rise
up in Judgment against this generation
and condemn it because she came from
the uttcrmost parts Of the earth to hear
the wisdom OF Solomon, and behold,
greater than Solomon is here! May God
grant that through your own practical
experience you may find that rellgion's
ways arc ways OF pleasantncss, and that
all her paths are paths of pcace-that it
Is perfume nov and perfume forever:
And there was an abundance of SPICE
''ncithcr was there any such spice as the
Queen Of Shcba cave to KING Solomon. -