Connecticut western news., 1892-01-07

master, said "It grows dark The | boys may dismiss. Lord Tenteiden. supposing himself on the bench of a courtroom. said in lis last.mument. "Gentlemen of the jury you will now consider your verdict v A dying play actor said Drop the curtain The farce is played out"
 I would rather have for my dying 1 words those of ono greater than Chesterfield or Dr. Adam or Lorl Tenterden: "I am now ready to be offered and the time of my departure is at hand. have fought good fight, l have finished my course, l have kept the faith; henceforth there is laid up for me n crown of righteous ness which the Lord, the righ,,ous Judge, shall give me-"
 The sooner the last hour comes the better if we arc fitted for entrance in the celestial world. There k no clock in heaven, because it is an everlasting day; yet they keeps.a ac count of the passing years beoause they arc all the timo hearing from our world. The angels flying through heaven report how many times the earth has turned on its axis, and in that way the angels can keep diary and they say it is almost time now for father to come up or for mother to come up.
 Some day they see cohort leaving heaven and they say, "Whither boundr and the answer is ITO bring up a soul from earth" And the ques. ton is asked, What soul" And family circle in heaven find that 1t is one of their own number that is to be brought up, and they come out to watch, as on the beach we now watch for a ship that is to bring our friends home. After awhile the cohort will heave in sight, flying nearer and nearer, until with a great clang the gates hoist and with an embrace wild with the ecStacy of heaven old friends meet again.
 Away with your stif, formal heavenl want none of it. Give me a place of infinite and eternal sociality. My feet free from the clods of earth, shall bound the hills with gladness and break forth in n laugh of triumph Anal ahal We weep now, but then we shall laugh. "Abra, hams bosom" means that heaven has open arms to take us in Now we fold our arms over our heart and tell the world to stand back. as though our bosom was two barred gate to keep the world out. Heaven stands not with folded arms but with heart open. It is "Abraham's bosom"
 CHILDHOOD IN HEAVEN.
 see mother and her child meet ing at the foot of the throne after some years absence. The child died twenty years ago, but is a child yet think the little ones who die will remain children through all eternity. It would be no heaven without the little darlings. l do not want those that arc in heaven to | grow up. We need their infant voices in the great song And when we walk out in the fields of light we want them to run ahead and clap their hands and pick out the bright est of the field flowers. Yes, here is a child and its mother meeting. The child long in glory, the mother just arrived.
 How changed you are, my dar hngr says the mother. Yes, says the child, this is such a happy place, and Jesus has taken such care of me, and heaven is so kind, l got right over the fever with which l died. The skies are so fair, motherl The flowers are so sweet, mother The temple is so beautiful, mother Come, take me up in your arms as you used to-" Oh, l do not know how we shall stand the first day in heaven. Do you not think we will break down in the song from over delightl l oncc gave out in church the hymn;
 There is land of pure delight,
 Where saints Immortal reign.
 and an aged man standing in front of the pulpit sang heartily the first verse and then he sat down weep ing. l said to him afterward. "Fa. ther Linton. what made you cry over that hynn7" He said, Il could not stand 1.-the joys that are coming" When heaven rises for the doXology I cannot see how we can rise with it if all these waves of everlasting de light come upon the soul, pillow of joy after pillow of joy. MethinlB Jesus would be enough for the first day in heaven, yet here ho approach es with all heaven at his back
 But must close this sermon. This Is the last January to some who are present You have entered the year, but you will not close it. Within these twelve months your eyes will shut for the last sleep. Other hands will plant the Christmas tree and give the New Years congratulations AS a proclamation of joy to some, and as a matter of warning to others, leave in your ears these five words of one syllable each, This year thou shalt die"