Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1892-02-01
your life and become a Christian.
Pray for a regenerated spirit.

garden at Versailles met Mansard,
| the great architect, and the architect
took off his hat before the king.
Put on your hat. said the king,
for the evening is damp and cold.
And Mansard, the architect. the rest
of the evening kept on his hat The
dukes and marquises standing with
bare heads before the king expressed
their surprise at Mansard, but the
king said, Il can make a duke or a
marquis, but God only can make Il
Mansard And | say to you, my
hearers, God only by his convicting
and converting grace can make a
Christian, but he is ready this very
half hour to accomplish it.
A STUDY OF HEAVEN
Again, my text suggests a way Of
studying heaven so that we can bet
ter understand it. The word "eterni-
ty" that we handle SO much is an
immeasurable word Knowing that
we could not understand that word,
the Bible uses it only once. We say,
Forever and ever" But how long
is Forever and ever?H am glad that
my text puts under our eye heaven
for thirty minutes. AS when you
would see a great picture, you put
sheet Of paper into scroll and look
through it, or join your forefinger to
your thumb and look through the
circle between, and the picture be-
comes more intense, SO this master
piece of heaven by ST. John is more
impressive when we take only thirty
minutes of it at time
Now we have something that we
can come nearer to grasping and it is
a quiet heaven. When we discuss
about the multitudes of heaven, it
must be almost a nervous shock to
those who have all their lives been
crowded by many people and who
want quiet heaven. For the last
thirty-five years have been much of
the time in crowds and under public
scrutiny and amid excitements, and
[ have sometimes thought for a few
weeks after | reach heaven | would
like to go down in some quiet part of
the realm, with a few friends, and
for a little while try comparative
solitude
Then there are those whose hear
ing is so delicate that they get no
satisfaction when you describe the
crash of the eternal orchestra and
they feel like saying, as the good
woman in Hudson, N. Y, said, after
hearing me speak of the mighty
chorus of heaven, THAT must be
great heaven, but what will become
of my poor head"
Yes, this half hour of my text is a
still experience. There was silence
in heaven for half an hour" You
will find the inhabitants all at home.
Enter the Kings palace and take only
a glimpse, for we have only thirty
minutes for all heaven. us that
Jesus2" Yes" Just under the hair
along his forehead is the mark of
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 counte-
nancel What a smilel What gran
deurl What loneliness What an
overwhelming look of kindness and
gracel Why, be looks as if he had
redeemed world But come on, for
our time is short. Do you see that
row of palaces? That is the Apos-
tolic row. Do you see that long
reach of architectural glories? That
is Martyr row. Do you see that i'm
mense structures 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
amethyst at the top.
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, 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 old?" | answer,
1.-THE inhabitants are all young"
where are the hospitals for the
lame?" '"They are all agile Where
are the infrmaries for the blind and
deaf?" ''They all see and hear"
"Where are the almshouses for the
poor?" 'They are all multimillion
aires" ''Where are the inebriate
asylums?'' 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
interminable streets built by the