The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1891-12-17

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as ;, and the urns Of the gateway B q
al )on with the century plants Of ett r.
nj y. The Queen of Sheba hath walk ID
tt nails, and Esther and Marie Autui-
nCi.c and Lady Huntington and Cecil
at Jeremy Taylor and Samuel tuthcr-
foY'i and John Milton, and the widow
who gave two mites, and the poor men
from the hospital these last two per-
hans Outshining all the kings and queens
OF eternity.
\ family mansion means rcun,or.
Some Of your families are very much
SCI; tered. The children married, and
wc!4t Of to st. Louis or Chicago or Char.
lesion; hut perhaps once year you
come together at tho old place. How
you wake up the old piano that has been
silent for years! (Father and mother
do not play on it.) How you bring out
the old relics, and rummage the garret,
and open old scrapbooks, and shout and
cry and talk ever old times, and, though
you may be lorty-liyc years of age, act
as though you were sixteen! Yet soon
it is goodby at the car window, and
Soodby at the steamboat wharf. But
how will we act at the reunion in the
old family mansion of heaven? 1t is Il
good while since you parted at the door
OF the grave. There viii be Grace and
Mary and Martha and Charlie and Liz
zle and all the darliRgs of your house.
hold-noL pale and sick and gasping for
breath, as when YOU saw them last, but
their eye bright with the luster of heav-
ell, and their cheek roseate with the
flush OF celestial summer.
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bracings, What coming together of lip
to lip! What tears of joy. You say, II
thought there were no tears In heaven" ;"
There must be, for the Bible says that
| GOD shall wipe them away" and if
there were no tears there, how could he
Wire them awayf They cannot be
tr"rs of grief or tears of disappointment.
They must be tears Of gladness. Christ
Will come and say, "What! child of
feaven, is it too much for thee? Dost
| thou brea k down under the gladness of
| TN reunion? Then / will help thee
A:', with his one arm around us and
the other arm around our loved one, he
Shall hold us up in the eternal jubilee.
| '.hile | speak, some Of you, with
broken hearts, can hardly hold your
| peace. You feel as If you would speak
Ou' and say: "Oh, blessed day! speed Oh.
IoWard thee press with blistered feet
over the desert way. My eyes fail for
th2lr weeping. | faint from listening
for feet that Will not come aud the
Sound of voices that will not speak.
| Sr.* q on, Oh, day OF reunion! And then,
]n:d Jesus, be not angry with me t
after | nave Just once kissed thy blessed
feet turn around to gather up the long
lost treasures Of my heart. Oh, be not
an. ry With me. One look at thee were
hv"Eer. But all these reunions are
R"hNen encircling heaven, heaven over
toNnlng heaven, heaven commingling
WA eaven."
! Was at Mount Vernon and went i'll
to &c dining room in which our first
president entertained The prominent
ms !. o. this and other lands. It was
We interesting spot. Eut, oh, the ban
qu> ing hall of the family mansion Of
which speak. Spread the table; spread
IT ids, fer great multitude are to sit
at i. From the Tree by the River
ga;lcr the twelve manner of fruits foi
thn', table. Take the clusters from the
he ienly vineyards and press them into
the golden tankards for that table. on
baS;ietS carry in the bread Of which, if
man eat, he shall never hunger. Take
all The shot-torn flags of earthly con-
qur5 and cntWinc them among the
arches. Let David come with his harp,
anu Gabriel with his trumpet, and Mi
riatA with timbrel, for the prodigals are
at lone, and the captives are free, and
the Father hath invited the mighty of
| heaven and the redeemed of earth to
come and dine.