The Brookhaven leader., 1891-02-19

hear much of him lie was good and he
got in, but he took most of his nav in
earthly applause; He had enough grace
to get through the gate, but Just where
he lives / know not. lie squeezed
through somehow, although think the
gates took the skirts off his garments.
l think he lives in one of those back
streets in one of the palmer residences" "
Then we shall see a palace, the door.
steps of gold and the windows of agate
and the towers like the sun for brill.
lance, and chariots before the door, and
people who look like Princes and Prin-
cesses going up and down the steps and
we shall say: "What one of the hie-
rarchs lives here That must be a resi-.
dence of a Paul or Milton, or some
one whose name resounds through all
the planet from which we have Just as.
cended." mo, no." says our celestial
dragoman, 'that is the residence
of soul whom you never heard
of. When she gave charity her
left hand knew not what her
right hand did. She was mighty in
secret prayer, and no one but God and
her own soul knew it. She had more
trouble than any body in all the land
where she lived, and without complain
ing she bore it; and, though her talents
were never great, what she had was all
eonsecrated to God and helping others,
and the Lord is making up for her
earthly privation by especial raptures
here, and the King of this country had
that place built especially for her. The
walls began to go up when her troubles
and privations and conservation begar
on earth, and it so happened-what a
heavenly coincidence!-that the last
stroke of the trowel of amethyst on
those walls was given the hour she en-
tered Heaven. You know nothing of
her. On earth her name was only once
in the newspapers, and that in the
column of the dead, but she is mighty
up here. There she comes now, out OF
her palace grounds, in her chariot be-
tween those two white horses, for a
a ride on the banks of the river that
flows from under the throne of God.
Let me see. Did you not have in your
world below an old classic which says
about these are they who
came out of great tribulation, and they
shall reign forever and ever?'"
AS we pass up the street I find a good
many on foot, and l say to the drago-
man: who are these?" And when
their names are announced recognize
that some of them were on earth great
poets, and great orators, and great mer-
chants, and great warriors, and when
express my surprise about their going
afoot the dragoman says: ''In this
country people are rewarded not accord.
ing to the number of their earthly
talents, but according to the use they
made of what they had" And then
thought to myself: "Why, that theory
would make snowflake that falls
and in the right place,
and does all the work assigned
it, as honorable as whole
Mont Blanc of snowfokes." eyes,
yes" says the celestial dragoman.
''Many of these pearls that you find
on the foreheads of the righteous, and
many of the gems in the jewel-case OF
Prince and Princess, are only the pet
rified snowfakes of earthly tempest,
for God does not forget the promise
made in regard to them: They shall
be mine, said the Lord of hosts, in the
day when l make up my jewels" Ac'
power! All the players and
charities, and kindnessess, and talents
of all the good concentered and COM
pacted will be the worlds evangelical
tion. This thought of the aggregation
of the many smalls into that one mighty
is another treasure of the snow.
In the time of Graham, the essayist,
in one mountain district of Scotland, an
average of ten shepherds perished
every winter in the snowdrifts, and SO
he proposed that, at the distance OF
every mile, a pole fifteen feet high and
with two cross-pieces be erected, show
ing the points of the compass, and {
bell hung at the top, so that every
breeze would ring it, and SO the lost
one on the mountains would hea:
the sound and take the dires
ton given by this pole with th<
cross-pieces and get safely home.
Whether that proposed plan was
adopted or not do not know, but de-
clare to all you who are in the heavy
and binding drifts of sin and sorrow
that there is a cross near by that can
direct you to home, and peace, and Col;
and hear you not the ringing of tho
Gospel bell hanging to that cross, say
ing: This is the way, walk ye in it?"
No wonder that the sacred poet put
the Psalmist's thought into rhythm
with that ringing chorus we have SO
often sung:
Dear Jesus, long to be perfectly whole;
l want Thee forever to live in my soul.
Break down every idol, cast down every foe
Now wash me, and 1 will be whittier t. an
snow!
Whittier than snow, yes, whittier than snow!
Now wash me. and 1 shall be whittier than
snow!
Get that prayer answered, and we viii
be fit not only for earth, but for the
Heaven where every thing is so whits
because every thing is so pure. You
know that the redeemed in that land
wear robes that are white, and the con
ouerors in that land ride horses that
are white, and John in vision says OF
Christ: .'His head and His hairs were
white" and the throne on which He
sits is great white throne. BY thu
and sanctifying grace of God
may we all at last stand amid that ra
dance!
Ten thousand times ten thousand,
In glittering armor bright,
The armies of the living God,
Throng up the sleeps of light
'Tis finished, all is finished,
Their fight with death and sin;