Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1892-09-24


be weak of arm, and slow Of tongue,
and be struck through with great
many mental and moral deficits, by His
almighty grace you shall yet arrive in
the Kings Palace--not such an one as Is
spoken OF in the teXt-not one of mar
ble-not one adorned with pillars Of
alabaster and thrones of ivory, and
flagons of FURNISHED gold-but palace
in which God is the King and the angels
of Heaven are the cup-bearers The
spider crawling up the wall OF Solo
mons palace was not worth looking
after or considering rs compared with
the fact that we, who are worms of the
dust, may ascend into the palace of the
King immortal BY the grace OF God
may we all reach it. o, Heaven is not
dull place. 1t is not worn out man.
sion with faded curtains and outland-
ish chairs and cracked ware. No; 1t Is
fresh and fair and beautiful rs though
it were completed yesterday. The
kings of the earth shall bring their
honor and glory into it.
A palace means splendor of apart.
ments. Now, l do not know where
Heaven is, and do not know how 1t
looks, but If our bodies are to be resur-
rected in the last day think Heaven
must have material splendor as well
rs n spiritual grandeur. o, what
grandeur Of apartments when that
Divine hand which plunges the sea into
blue and the foliage into green and
sets the sunset on fire shall gather all
the beautiful colors of earth around his
throne, and when that arm which
lifted the pillars of Alpine rock and
bent the arch of the sky shall raise be-
fore our soul the eternal architecture,
and that hand which hung with loops
of fire the curtains of morning shall
prepare the upholstery of our kingly
residence.
Years ago, with lanterns and torches
and guide, we went down in the
Mammoth cave of Kentucky. You may
walk fourteen miles and see no sunlight
1t is a stupendous place. Some places
the roof of the cave is one hundred feet
high. The grottoes filled with wierd
echoes, cascades falling from invisible
height to invisible depth. Stalagmites
rising from the floor of the cave-stal-
actites descending from the roof of the
cave-joining each other and making
pillars of the Almighty's sculpturing.
There are rosettes of amethyst in halls
of gypsum. AS the guide carries
his lantern ahead of you the shad-
ows have an appearance supernatural
and spectral. The darkness is fear
full. Two people, getting lost from
their guide for only few
hours years ago, were demented, and
for years sat in their insanity. You
feel like holding your breath as you
walk across the bridges that seem to
span the bottomless abyss. The guide
throws his calcium light down into the
caverns and the light rolls and losses
from rock to rock and from depth to
depth, making at every plunge a new
revelation of the awful power that
could have made such place rs that.
A sense of suifocation comes upon you
as you think that you are $50 feet in
straight line from the sunlit surface OF
the earth. The guide, after awhile,
takes you into what is called the star
nv Chamber" and then he says to you:
sit here" and then he takes the
lantern and goes down under the
rocks, and it gets darker and darker
until the night is so thick that the
hand an inch from the eye is unobserva-
BILE. An then, by kindling one OF the
lanterns, and placing in a cleft OF the
rock, there is reflection cast on the
dome of the cave, and there are stars
coming out in constellations-a bril-
liant night heavens-and you involun-
tarilv exclaim: Beautiful! beautiful!
Then h g takes the lantern down in
other depths of the cavern and wanders
on, and wandcrs on, until he comes up
from behind the rocks gradually, and IT
seems like the dawn of the morning
and it gets brighter. The guide is q
skilled ventriloquist, and be initiates
the voices of the morning, and soon the
gloom is all gone, and you stand con-
graduating yourself over the wonder-
full spectacle.
Well, there are great many people
who look down into the grave as great
cavern. They think it is thousand
miles subterraneous, and as the echoes
seem to be the voices of despair, and
the cascades seem to be the falling
tears that always fall, and the gloom
of earth seems coming up in stalagmite,
and the gloom of the eternal world
seems descending in the stnlactite,
making pillars of indescribabie horror.
The grave is no such place as that to
me, thank God! Our Divine Guide
takes us down into the great caverns,
and we have the lamp to our feet and
the light to our path and all the echoes
in the rift of the rock are anthems, and
all the falling waters are fountains OF
salvation. and, after awhile, we look up,