Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1892-09-16
7. B. BISHOP, Island Pond, u


became a martyr. rnsre they are together
"a family group IN heaven. Yonisr IL
John Bradford, who said in ths fire. I'VE
shall have a merry supper with the Lord
to-nightT Yonder Is Henry Woes, who ex-
Gained as he died. 'If had ten heads they
should all fall OF for Christi
The great throny OF the martyrsl They
had hot lead pourei down thar throats:
horses we're fastened TO their handa and
other horses 10 their feet and thus they
were pulled apart; they had their tonguss
pulled out BY red hot pincsrs; they ware
| sewed up In the szins OF animals and then
thrown 90 the doss, I'll " wers daub,i with
| ombustibles an then set on firel IL all
/ the martyrs stakes that havs been hndlsd
could be set at proper distances they would
make the mi1niydt all tn, world over a.
bright as monday.
| AID now they sit yon1er in che martyrs
| gallery. For them the fires ol persecution
| have gone OUT. The swords are sheathef
and the mob hushe1. Now they watch Us
with an all Observing sympathy. They
know all the pain, all zoe hardships, all tbs
anguish, all the injustica, all the privation-
| They cannot keep still. They cry: "Cour-
age! The fire will not consume fhe fools
cannot drown. The lions cannot devouri
| Courage down tn re in "a aroma"
What, are they all lookiag' This night
Ieanswer back the sllutatios they give, aut
.ry, Hail! sons AMI daughters Of the hreP
l look again and seq anosher gallery. that
of EN- nent Christians. What strIkss ms
strangely is the mixing in CO npanionship OF
hose who on earth could not agree. There
S Albert Barnes. and around him the pres
oytery who trisi him for heterodoxyi
Sonder Is Lyman Beecher and the church
court that denouncei MIN! Stranger rnan.
ali, there Is John Calvin AMI James Armins
usl Who would have thought that they
would sit 80 lovingly tog sther' There B
George Whiteheli and ths ministers who
would not let him come into their pulpits be-
cause they thought him fanatic. There
are the sweet singers Toplady, Montgomery,
Charles Wesley, Isaac Watts and Mrs. Sig
ouruey. II heaven had had no music be-
fore they went up they would have started
the singing.
And there the band OF issionaries-David
Abeel talking OF China redeemed; and
John Scudder, Of India saved; and David
Brainard, OF the aborigines svangelizsd, and
Mrs. Adoniram Judson, whose prayers Tor
Burmah took heaven by violencei AL these
Christians are looking into the arena Our
struggle Is nothing TO theirs. Do we In
Christs cause, suFar from the cold, They
walked Grsenlani's icy mountains. Do wa
suffer from the heat? They sweltered in
the tropics. Do va get fatigued, They
faintel, with none to cara for them bat cam
n balls. Are Wa pers scute1f They wers
anathenanzsd. And as they look from theiE
gallery and see US falter in the presence Of
the lions seem to hear Isaac Watts address
ins Us in his oil hymn, only little changed
Mus. YOU be carried to the skies
IN hOwery beds OF ease,
While others fought 10 win the prtx,
Or sailed through bloody seAsT
Toplady shouts in his old hymn:
Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud TO toe praise Of love dlvius,
Bid every string awake.
While Charles Wesley, the Methoiist
breaks forth in his favorits words Ht1s .
varis1,
A charge to keep you have,
God to gio iortfv:
A Anever dying sou to save,
And ht II for the sky!
rooE again an1 sea the gallery of our
departed. Many OF thoSs in the other
r9llerleS We have heard Of; but these wa
knew. Oi, how familiar their faces! They
sat at our tables and We walked to the
house OF God in company. Have they for
gotten u.s. Those fathers ami mothers
started US on the road OF life. Are they
car' ess as to what becomes OF usi And
those chill treu do they looE on with stolid
Indifference az TO whether we win or lose
this battle for eternity Nay; see that
child running its hand over your brow and
SAYING, Father, do not fret" Mother,
| do not worry"
They remember the day they left us. Thsy
remember the agony OF the last farewell.
! Though years in heaven they know our
faces, They remember our sorruws. They
| speak our names. They watch this fight for
| heaven. Nay, | see them rise up and lean
| over aud wave before us their recognition
aud encouragement. That gallery is no,
full. They are keeping places for us. After
we have slain the lion they expect the King
to call us saying: Come up higherr Be-
tween the hot struggles in the arena wips
the sweat from my brow and stand on tip
toe, reaching up my right hand to clasp
theirs in rapturous handshaking, willis their
voices come ringing down from the gallery,
CRYING: "9e thou faithful unto death, and
you snall have crown"
5us here | pause, overwhelmed with the
majesty and joy OF the scene! Gallery Of
the King Gallery OF angelsl Gallery OF
prophets and apostlesl Gallery OF martyrsi
Gallery of saints Gallery OF friends and
Kindred On, majestic circles of light and
lovsl Throngs! Throngsi Throngsi How
shall We stand the gaze OF the universal
Myrads OF eyes beamins on usl Myriads Of
hearts beating in sympathy for usl How
shall We ever dare to sin againl How shall
we ever become discourage againl How
shall we ever feel lonely again
With God for as, and angels for us, and
prophets and apostles for US and the great
sou OF the ages for US and our glorifisd
kindred for us-shall we give up the fight
and die' MOI Sor OF God, who didst die to
save us. No! ys angels, whose wings ars
spread forth to shelter US. No! 70 prophets
and apostles, whose warnings startle uS No
ye loved ones, whose arms ara outstrstchsd
to receive US. Mo- We will never surrender
surs must dght II would reign
Be faithful 10 my Lord;
And bear the Cross, endure the pain,
Supported BY Thy Word.
Thy saints 10 all this glorious war
Shall conquer. though they dies
They sec ths triumph FROM afsr
And seize IL with their eye.
When that iustnous day shall rIss,
And all rhine armies shine
, In roIes OF victory through the skiss.
The glory shall DO Thine.
Nv hearer, shall we die in the arena ol
rise to Join our friends in the gallery
Through Christ we may come OF NOR
than conauerors. soldier dying In th,
hospital ro % up in bed the last moment ant
cried, "Herei Hsrep His attendants pu
him back on his pillow and asked him why
he shouted "Hers" "Oh. l heard the rol
call OF heaven and l was only answering +
my name" 1 wonier whether, after thi
battle OF life Is over, our name will be calles
in the muster role or the pardoned and glori
fed, and with the joy OF h.avsn breaking
upon our souls, we cry. "Herel HereP
Kentucky Camp Meetings.
A writer claims that camp meeting
originated in Kentucky in the year 1900
at Casper River Church, In Logan