The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1892-10-28

able to God and pleasant to ourselves.
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But what u stupid thing it all is COM
pared with what it will be when we have
gone beyond psalmbook and sermon and
Bible, and we stand, our last inperfec.
ton gone, in The presence of that charm
of the universe-the blessed Christ-and
I have him look in our face and say: II
have been watching you and sympathiz-
ing with you and helping you all these
years, and now you are here Go where
You please and never know 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 tall
1T all over" | tell you there will be
more JOY in one minute of that than in
fifty years of earthly exultation Look
ahead! Look at the finest house on earth
and know Fat you will have a finer one
in heaven. Look up the healthiest pei.
son you can find and 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
enr&pturing song than ever enchanted,
earthly auditorium.
VISION OF sPLENDoR.
My friends. do not know how we are
going to stand it-Imean the full thrush
of that splendor. Last summer | saw
MnCCnu N L..
splendid city under the SUM- The en-
peror afterwarl asked me if had seen
it, for Moscow is the pride of Russia.
| told him yes, and that had seen Mos
COW burn. will tell you what meant.
After examining nine hundred brass
cannons which were picked out of the
snow after Napoleon retreated from
Moscow, each cannon deep cut with the
letter IN" assembled the tower of some
two hundred and fifty feet, just 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 faint tinkle of sound, a
sweet naturalization that seemed 10
bubble III the air, and others Numbered
forth boom after boom, boom after
boom, until it seemed to shake the earth
and fill tie heayens-sounds SO weird
so sweet, so awful, so grand, so charm
ing, so tremendous, so soft, so ripping,
SO reverberating-and they seemed to
wreatle 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 |
turrets afame with the sunset, roofs of |
gold and walls Of malachite, and archi-
lecture of all colors mingling the brown
of autumnal forests and the blue of |
summer heavens, and the confagration
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 10
see nothing to equal it until you and
see heaven. But that will surpass it and
make the memory of what I saw that
July evening in Moscow almost tame
and insipid. All heaven aglow and all
heaven a-ring-not in the sunset, but in
the sunrise. Voices of our own kindred
with the doxologies of empires.
Organs of eternal worship responding to
the trumpets that have Weakened the
dead. Nations in white. Centuries in
coronation. Anthems like the voice Of
many waters. Circle of martyrs. Circle
of apostles. Circle of prophets Thrones
of cherubim. Thrones of seraphim.
Throne of archangel. Throne of Christ.
Throne of God, Thronesl Thronesi
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 metropolis of the uni
verse? Do you not see the shimmering
of the towers? Good morning.