Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1892-10-27

1 congratulate you, for when yon "a
tbere will be fewer here to hold you back
and more there to pull you in. Look ahe,d
RE finger of God is pointing forwarl W.
ii here in church, and by hymn and pray.
sr and sermon and Christian association
we rry 10 yet into frame OF mind thar
gill be acceptable to God and pleasant to
ourselves. But what stupid thing it all
i compared with what it will be when we
have gene beyond psalmbook and sermon
and Bible. and we stand, our last impsr
lection gone, in the presence Of that charm
of the uuiverse-tLe blessed Christ-and
have him look Ia our face and say: Il have
been watching you and sympat HIKING with
Won and helping you all these years, aud
row YOU are here. Go where you please
and never krsw sorrow and never shed
tear. There is your mother now-she is
coming to greet you-and there is your
father. and there are your children Sit
down under this tree Of life, and on the
banks of this river talk it all over"
tell YOU there will be more joy in one
minute of that than in fifty years Of earth
" exultation Look aheadl Look at the
finest house on earth. and know that you
will have finer one in heaven. Look 10
the ntHiIHlcSi prlcOl gNA NeAh Alils AM
know YOU will yet be healthier. Look up
the one who has the best eyesight of any
one YOU have ever heard OF. and know you
will have better vision. Listen to the
sweetest prima donna that ever trod the
platform, and know that in heaven you
will lift more enrapturing song than
ever enchanted earthly auditorium.
THE sPLENDOR OF HEAVEN.
NV friends, do not know how we are
going to stand it'll mean the full thrush
Of that splendor Last summer saw Mos
COW. in some respects the most splendid
city under the sun. The emperor after
ward asked me if / had seen it, for Mos
COW is the pride Of Russia. told him yes
nd that had seen Moscow burn. will
tell you what | meant. After examining
nine hundred brass cannons which were
picked out of the snow after Napoleon re
treated from Moscow, each cannon deep
cut with the letter IN, +" / assembled
tower of some two hundred and fifty feet
lust before sunset, and on each platform
there were bells, large and small, and
climbed up among the bells, and then as
reached the top all the bells underneath
me began to ring, and they were Joined by
the bells OF fourteen hundred towers and
domes and turrets.
Some of the bells sent out a faint tinkle
of sound, sweet Standardization that
seemed to bubble in the air, and Others
thundered forth boom after boom, boom
after boom, until it seemed to shake the
earth and Gil the beayens-sounds 50
weird, so sweet, so awful, so grand 50
charming, 40 tremendous so soft, so rip
ping, so reverberating-and they seemed
to wreathe and whirl and rise and sink
and burst and roll and mount and die
When Napoleon saw Moscow burn, it
could not have been more brilliant than
when saw all the fourteen hundred tur-
rets afiame with the sunset, roofs Of gold
and walls Of malachite, and architecture
OF all colors mingling the brown Of au-
tumnal forests, and the blue of summer
heavens, and the conhagration Of morning
skies, and the green of rich meadows. and
the foam OF tossing seas
The mingling of so many colors with so
many sounds was an enhancement
almost too much for human nerves
or human eyes, or human ears
expect to see nothing to equal it until
you and see heaven. But that will sur
pass il and make the memory Of what
saw that July evening in Moscow al
most tame and insipid. All heaven aglow
and all heaven airing, not in the sunset
but in the sunrise Voices of our own kin,
bred mingling with the doxologies Of EN-
pires. Organs OF eternal worship respond
ing TO the trumpets that have Weakened the
dead Nations in white. Centuries in cor
onation Anthems like the voice Of many
waters, Circle of martyrs. Circle Of apps
ties Circle Of prophets. Thrones Of cheru-
bin. Thrones of seraphim Throne Of
archangel Throne Of Christ. Throne Of
God Thronesl Thronesl Thrones The
finger of God points that way. Stop not
until you reach that place Through the
atoning Christ all / speak of and more
may be yours and mine. Do you not now
hear the chime of the bells OF that metrop-
oils of the UNIVERSE Do you not see the
shimmering Of the towersi Good morn
ing.