The Bossier banner., 1892-03-10

cuffed Him. They scoffed at Him.
They scourged Him. They murdered
Him. Blood! blood! AS He stoops
down to lift you up, the crimson drops
upon you from His brow, from His
side, from His hands DO you hot feel
the warm current on your facep Oh,
for Thee the hunger, the thirst. the
thornstine. The suffocation, the dark
ness, the groan, the sweat, the struggle,
the death!
A great plague came in Marseilles.
The doctors held consultation and de-
cided that corpse must be dissected,
or they would never know how to stop
the plague. A DR.. Guyon said: "To-
morrow morning l will proceed to b
dissection" He made his will, prepared
for death, went into the hospital, dis
sected a body, wrote out the results of
the dissection and died In twelve hours.
Beautiful self-sacri6ce, you say. Our
Lord Jesus looked out from Heaven
and saw a plhgue-stricken race. Sin
must be dissected. He made His will,
comes down into the reeking hospital of
earth. He lays His hand to the work.
Under our plague He dies-the healthy
for the sick, the pure for the polluted
the innocent for the guilty. Behold the
love! Behold the sacrifice! Behold the
rescue!
know not what our last words may
be. Lord Chesterfield prided himself
on his politeness, and said, in his last
moment: Give Dayrolles a chair"
DR.. Adam, a dying schoolmaster, said:
ut grows dark. The boys may dis
miss" Lord Tenterden, supposing him
self on the bench in court room, said,
in his last moment: "Gentlemen of the
jury, you will now consider your ver-
dict" A dying play-actor said: Drop
the curtain. The farce is played out"
would rather have, for my dying
words, those of one greater than Ches-
terfield, or DR.. Adams. or Lord Tcnter-
den: 81 am now ready to be offered,
and the time of my departure is at
hand. l have fought good fight,
have finished my course, l have kept
the faith; henceforth there is laid up
for me a crown of righteousness, which
the Lord, the righteous Judge, shall
give me-"
The sooner the last hour comes the
better if we are fitted for entrance in
the celestial world. There is no clock
in Heaven, because it is an everlasting
day, yet they keep an account of the
passing years, because they are all the
time hearing from our world. The an
gels flying through Heaven report how
many times the earth has turned on it's
axis, and in that way the angels can
keep diary; and they say it is almost
time now for father to come up, or for
mother to come up. Some day they see
cohort leaving Heaven, and say:
"Whither bound?" and the answer is:
TO bring up soul from earth" and the
question is asked: What soul?" And
a family circle in Heaven find that it
is one of their number that is to be
brought up, and they come out to
watch, as on the beach we now watch
for a ship that is to bring our friends
home. After awhile the cohort will
heave in sight, flying nearer and nearer,
until with a great clang the gates
hoist, and with an embrace, wild
with ecstacy of Heaven, old
friends meet again. Away with
stiff. formal Heaven! / want none of it.
Give me place of infinite and eternal
sociality. My feet free from the clods
of earth, / shall bound the hills with
gladness and break forth in laugh of
II tiiumph. Aha! aha. We weep now,
but then we shall laugh. "Abraham's
bosom" means that Heaven has open
| arms to take us in. Now we fold our
arms over our heart and tell the world
to stand back, as though our bosom
| was a two-barred gate to keep the world
| out. Heaven stands not with folded
arms, but with heart open. 1t is
''Abrahaln's BOSOM"
see mother and her child meeting
| at the foot of the throne after some
years absence. The child died twenty
| years ago, but it is child yet. think
| the little ones who die will remain
! children through eternity. 1t would
| be no Heaven without the little dar-
| lings. do not want those that are in
Heaven to grow up. We neeo their in
| FAINT voices in the great song. And
| when we walk out in the fields of
light, we want them to run ahead and
clap their hands, and pick out the
| field-howers Yes, here is child and
ITS mother meeting. The child long in
glory, the mother just arrived. How
changed you are, my darling" says the
mother. Yes" says the child. this is
srch happy place, and Jesus has
taken such care of me. and Heaven is 81,
kind, l got right over the fever with
which died. The skies are so fair,
mother! The flowers are so sweet,
mother! Come, take me up in your
arms as you used to-" Oh, I do not
| know how we shall stand the first day
in Heaven. Do you not think we will
break down in the song from override
| light? l once gave out in church the
hymn.
There is a land of pure delight
| Where saints immortal reign,
and an aged man standing in front of
the pulpit sang heartily the first verse,
and then he sat down weeping l said
to him afterward: Father Linton,
what made you cry over that hymn?"
He said: Il could not stand 1.-THE
joys are coming" When Heaven rises
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