Connecticut western news., 1892-10-27
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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 talk It all over." l tell you there will be more joy in one minute of that than in fifty years of earthly exultation. Look aheadl Look at the finest house on earth and know that 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 aAhe sweetest prima donna that ever trod the platform, and know that in heaven you will lift more enrapturing song than ever enchanted earthly auditorium.
 A VISION OF sPLENDoR-
 My friends, 1 do not know how we are going to stand it-I mean the full thrush of that splendor. Last summer I saw Moscow, in some respects the most splendid city under the sun. The em- peror afterward asked me if l had seen it, for Moscow is the pride of Russia. told him yes, and that had seen Mos COW burn. 1 will tell you what l 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 "N," ascended 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 1 reached the top all the bells underneath me began to ring, and they were joined by the bells of fourteen hundred towers and domas and turrets. Some of the bells sent out faint tinkle of sound, a 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 fill the heavens-sounds so weird. so sweet, so awful, so grand, so charm ing, so tremendous, so soft, so ripping, 80 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 l saw all the fourteen hundred turrets aflame 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 conhagration of morning skies, and the green of rich meadows, and the foam of tossing seas. The mingling of so many colors wi0h SC almost too much for human nerves oI human eyes or human ears. expect to see nothing to equal it until you and see heaven. But that will surpass it and make the memory of what l saw that July evening in Moscow almost tame and insipid All heaven Aglow ;cld all heaven a-ring-not in the sunset, out ir the sunrise, Voices of our own kindred mingling with the doxologies of empires Organs of eternal worship responding to the trumpets that have wakened the dead. Nations in white Centuries in coronation. Anthems like the voice oi 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 Thrones Thronesl 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.