The Penn's Grove record., 1892-09-09

eoWou up IN tue SKINS OF 0n1fna8 anu tod4
thrown 70 the dogs; thsy vera d4ubsi with
combustibles and then set on flrsi II eli
the martyrs stakes that havs bean kindied
could be set at proper distances they would
make the midnight all the world over -
bright as MONDAY.
And now they sit yonder in the martyrs
gallery. For them the fires Of persecution
have gone out. The swords arc sbeathed
and the mob husbei. Now tbsy wntch Us
with an all observing sympxthy. They
know all the pain, all the hardships, AL the
anguish, all the injustics, all the privatiou-
They cannot keep still. They cry: ''Cour-
agei The fire will not consume. The Hoods
cannot drown. The lions cannot devour'
Couragei down there in tho ARENA
What. are they all lookings This nigh,
wesnswer back the situation they give. 2
cry. "Haili sons Inc daught. RS Of the nrer
look again and see another gallery, that
of eminent Christians. What strlkes ms
strangely Is the mixing in G npenicnshtp Of
those who on earth could not agrss. There
Is Albert Barnes, and around him the YrSs-
bytery who tried him for hetsroduxyl
SSHa 81 L h &Ssn sies ss$l sd sr sas ss sacs
Ill, there Is John Calvin aud James Armtnr
tusi Who would have thought that they
would dt 30 lovingly togstherf There
George Whitefeld and the minister's VINO
would not let him come into thsir pulpfl b.
aug tney tnougne Mn telsttc.
are the sweet singers Toplady, M~ontyomerys
Cnaries wesley, Isaac Watts Ars- Sle-
Quincy. Ii heaven had bad no music %.
fore they went no, they would have started
thu singing.
And there the band of missionaries-l)avid
Abeel, talking of China redeemed: and
John Scudder, Of India saved: and DAVID
Brainard, Of the aborigines evangetixsd. and
Mrs. Adoniram Judson, whose prayers for
Burmah took heaven BY violencei All thsss
Christians are looking into the Arena Our
struggle IL netting 70 theirs. Do we. In
Onrises cause, suffer from the eeldf They
walked Greenland's icy mountains. Do VI
suffer from the heatf They sweltered n
the tropics. Do We get fatieued3 They
tainted, with none to care for them but can-
nibals. Are we persecutedf They wsrs
mathematical. And as they look from their
gallery n see us falter IN the presence OF
the lions. l seem to hear Isaac watts address,
ing rs In his old hymn, only q little changed
Must You be carried to the sk,es
On dowery beds OF ease,
while others fought to win the priss
" sAnea through bloody sessa
Toplady shouts In his old hymn:
Your hsrp.. We trembling satnt,.
Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise OF love divine.
Bio every string awake.
While Charles Wesley, the Methodist.
breaks forth in his favorite words, ! ittls
varied:
A charge to keep you have,
a God to glorify:
never uy'ng SOU 70 save.
"
! iooa again ana see Tue gattery OF wi
oePareeu. many OF tnose Ia the other
gdiierieS we nave neard Oh; but these We
NEW. On now familiar Their facesi They
sab az OUT taoies, ana we Ma'ked 70 the
aouse Q. Soo IN company. Save they tor
goecen usr inose Istners mothers
starsed us on the road OF HE. Are they
careless az 10 wnat becomes OF uss And
tnose cnli1ren-do tney iook on with stolid
inu'1erence as 70 wneener we win or lose
tnis oatue tor eternityr Nay; sac that
cnilo running its mana over your brow
saying, .ratner, 90 not iret. 'Motner,
w T NJ. wo.ay. -. ~
Ihey remember tine Jay tney tett Us. Tney
remember tine agony OF the last farewell.
Ihough Years In heaven they know our
races. aney remember Q sorruws. lney
speak our names. Ihey waica THIS ng7iior
heaven. Nay, see them rise up and lean
over and wave before US their recognition
s snm TS Suraseme Inas ssiess 10y.
iuii: AuSy are keep'ns piaces LOT ~. asee1
we nave slain the hon tney exoect the King
to call us, saying: Come up higher !" Be-
tha .we.t from INV hrovg and seand an "a.
toa ra.china nm INV right h.,a ~ clssc
tLhss.s ;n... ~ "a IN L;nr .-s;,. sass;r
eneits nIap.utous AnH' enon
crying: 3 thou faithful unto death, and
you shall have a crowaf
But here | pause, overwhelmel with the
majesty and ioy OF the scene. Gallery Of
the King! Gallery of angels! Gallery OF
prophets and apostles, Gallery OF niarEyrsi
Gallery of samtsi Gallery OF friends and
kindred! On, maiestic c'rcles OF light and
Ioyel Thrones, rhrongsi Throncsi Hox
shall we stand the gas OF the universe.
Myriads Of eyes beamin9 on US. Myriais OF
hearts beating, 10 sympathy for usi How
shall we ever dare to sin again. How shall
We ever become discourage agaiuI How
| shalI we ever feel lonely asaini
With God for as, and an yeus for us, ami
n,onbsts and anosties for NJ and the great
y N, ! AZ tho ages for MS and onr g~iorifiei