The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1892-02-04

the time in crowds and under publi'
scrutiny and amid excitements, ant
I have sometimes thought for feY
weeks after | reach heaven | woult
like to 90 down in some quiet part o
the realm, with few friends, ant
for little while try comparative
solitude.
Then there are those whose hear
ny is 50 delicate that they get Ii
salisfaction when you describe thu
crash Of the eternal orchestra and
they feel like saying, as the gooG
Woman in Hudson, Y. Y. said, after
lcaTiug me speak Of the mighty
chorus Of heaven, That must be {
rreat heaven, but what win become
o. my poor head."
Yes, this half hour Of my text is G
-.I experience. There was silence
u heaven for half an hour" You
iii find the inhabitants all at home.
Enter the Kings palace and take only
. glimpse, for we have only thirty
minutes for all heaven. is that
JesusP Yes" Just under the hal,
along his forehead is the mark of g
wound made by a bunch of twisted
brambles, and his foot on the throne
has on the round Of his instep another
mark of wound made by spike,
and scar on the palm of the right
hand and scar on the palm of the
left hand. But, what a counte-
nance! What smilei What gran
deur! What loneliness! What an
overwhelming look of kindness and
grace! Why, he looks as if he had
+ redeemed a world. But come on. for
cur time is short. Do you see that
row of palaces2 That is the Apos-
tOlic row. Do you see that long
reach of architectural glories2 That
is Martyr row Do you see that i'm
mense structure? That is the biggest
house in heaven; that is the House
of Many Mansions" Do you see that
wall? Shade your eyes against its
burning splendor, for that is the wall
Of heaven, jasper at the bottom and
SA4IiSIil tIlC lcD.
See this river rolling through the
heart of the great metropolis! That
is the river concerning which those
who once lived on the banks of the
Hudson, or the Alabama, or the
Rhine, or the Shannon, say, 1--WE
never saw the like of this for clarity
and sheen" That is the chief river
Of heaven-so bright. so wide, so
deep. But you ask, Where are the
asylums for the oldl" / answer,
The inhabitants are all young. ="
Where are the hospitals for the
lame?" ''They are all agile" Where
are the infirmaries for the blind and
deaf!" They all see and hear. "
Where are the almshouses for the
poor9" They are all multimillion-
aires" Where are the inebriate
asylu1ns?" why, there are no
saloons" Where are the grave
yards?" why, they never die"
Pass down those boulevards of gold
and amber and sapphire and see those
lntermlnable streets built by the
Architect of the universe into homes,
over the threshold of which sorrow
never steps, and out Of whose win
doWS faces, once pale with earthly
sickness, now look rubicund with i'm
mortal health. ooh, let me go in
md see themn' you say No, you
cannot go in. There are those there
who would never consent to let YOU
come up. You say, Let me stay
here III this place where they never
sl1, where they never suffer, where
hey never part" No, no. Our time
$ short, our thirty minutes are al
most gone. Come on. We must get
back to earth before this half hour
q heavenly silence breaks up, for in
your mortal state you cannot endure
TEE pOmp and splendor and resonance
when this half hour Of silence is
ended.
The day will come when you can
see heaven in full blast, but not now.
am now only showing you heaven
at the duIlest half hour of all the
eternities. Come on. There is some
thing in the celestial appearance
which makes me think that the half
hour Of silence will soon be over.
IOnder are the white horses being
hitched to chariots, and yonder are
seraphs lingering harps Us if a..,..t
to strike them into harmony, aIl
yonder are conquerors taking GJAn
from the blue halls of heaven tie
trumpets of victory.
Remember, we are mortal 1T. al
cannot endure the full roll of heaven
" harmonies and cannot endu. : even
the silent heaven for more than half
an hour. Hark! the clock in the
tower of heaven begins to strike and
the half hour is ended. Descend,
Come back! Come down! till your
work is done. Shoulder little longer
your burdens. Fight little longer
your battles. Weep a little longer
your griefs. And then take heaven.
not in its dullest half hour, but in it's
pomp, and instead of tax
ing it for thirty minutes, take it
world without end.
YOUR FIRST HALF HOUR.
But how will you spend the first
half hour of your heavenly citizen
ship after you have gone in to stay2
After your prostraton before the
throne in worship of him who made
it possible for you to get there at all
| think the rest of your first half
hour in heaven will be passed in re-
celving your reward if you have been
faithful. I have strangely beauti-
ful book containing the pictures of
the medals struck by the English
in honor of great bat
ties; these medals pinned over the
heart of the returned heroes of the
army on great occasions, the royal
family present-the Crimean medal
the Victoria Cross, the Waterloo
medal
In your first half hour in heaven
u some way you will be honored
Tor the earthly struooles in which