The free press. (Poplarville, Miss.) 1890-19??, 1892-09-22

IA nIly group III Ac1f
Jonn Bradford. who said in the fire, y" 9
sna,I nave a merry suDosr with toe Lori
to-nightr Yonder IS Henry Woes, VINO ex-
r. am ID as b. die1 ''It | ma TN heads they
shou d ali fall of for CHRISTI
oa FRAT taroas OF the martyrsl They
had not leaf Dodre down their tnroats;
Lor.es were fastsne to their hanis, and
other horses 10 their feet, and thus they
were pul ed apart; Jney had their tongues
pullei out oy red not pincers; they were
sawed up in the SKINS Of animals and then
thrown 20 the dogs; they were dluo9 / VITA
combustiblp AMI then set on lire! II all
the raar.yr, STAKES that have been KIN lied
could be set at proper distances they would
make the midnight all the world over as
bright MONDAY.
And now they sit yon Ter in the martyrs
ga lery. For tlern the fires OF persecution
have zone ouc. Tue s~or is are s1eatae1
an the moo nuslet. Now they watcd US
wiLl an all oJssrging synpaC1y. Ehsy
know ali the pa j, ali tie narislios, all tne
anguish, all the mi tea, ali the priylti)1.
Tarv cannot keep SIT. rney cry: Dur
age inc ire VIII not consu n. The h)1t5
cannot drown Tne lions cannot devouri
Couraget do.gn tn re in the arena"
What, are they ali boxing? Tnis night
weauswer oacK the salvation they give an
crc. ",1ail! sons and daughters OF the ire"
| .ook again AMI sea anO11er CALLER. t19t
OF EN- nent Christ ans. WnaG strikes ms
strangely is the mixing in CO noanionship OF
those wno on ear5h could not agree. Iners
is AlbarC Barnes. AMI around MIN the pres
terry VINO triei him for hetero io1y!
Yon er is Lyman Baecler and tae cnurch
court that den0uncsl MIN. Stranger tnan
a. taere is john calvin All ia nes Ar MIN
lu,! VINO would have thought that theY
would sit so iovin yly tog tner? Ihere IS
George Whitehall AMI the ministers VINO
would not let nj n cone into their puiplJs De-
cause they thought hin fanatic. mere
are the sweet sin gers To-Day, Montgomery,
Charles Wesley, lsaac Watts AMI Mrs. sig
ourney. Ii heaven had had no music be.
fore they went up, they would nave sOarUea
tine singing.
And there the band of missionaries-Dav
Abel talking OF China redeemed: am
Johu Scudier of India saved; an DaVli
Branard OF tine aboriti evan seiiZe l, ana
Mrs. Adoniram Ju ison, whose prayers Ior
Bur nah took heaven oy vloi3nce! All THESE
Christian, are ioozing INTO tue arena. Gar
struggle is nothing TO theirs. DO we. ID
ga. -, clI,a, suf-r fro n the coli? They
walked Greenan IS icy mountains. Do va
sIifer from the neat? They swelterei in
toe tropics. D. W. get fatigusi? They
faiate1, with none 10 care for them nut can
bias. Are We parsecutsi? They were
mathematical. Aud a they loos from their
y
the lions, [ seen to hear Isaac Watts address
Ing Us in his oil nvnn, only little changed
Must Won be carried to the skies
~ flo ge-y De1S OF ease.
While others fought 70 win the Drizs
Or sailed through bloody seas!
Toplaiy snouss in MS old hymn:
Yon- hqrDs We trem Wing saints,
Down from tn willows take;
Loud - me praise o. love divine,
Bid every string awake.
While Cdares Wesley, the Matho1ist,
brea : forth il his favorite words, little
varIeI:
charge TO keep You have,
4 God to 2 oritg:
A uevsr 1vtny soIl to save,
And lit il for Jne SKY,
loox again ami sea the gallery of our
deJar ed. Many o. those In toe o5nar
r. cries we have heard o.; out these we
knew. On, how familiar ia .lr faces! They
sat at our tables, and We wa ke to the
hou OF Col in co npany. Have they for
gotten u! Those Ia yhers AMI mothers
started US on tde road OF life. Ara they
care .ess as to wn4t becomes o. Us? AMI
tno.a cal iren- o tiey l1oi on with s5oIll
mai fer n"e As to wnetaa- We win or lose
this oat,.e for eternity? Nav; | see tlat
c1lld running It's nand over your brow and
saving, Father, DO not fret" "Motner,
90 not worry"
new rene noer the DAY they left US. They
re.nem Der the agony of the ast farewell.
Though vars in heaven tnev know our
faces. TIey remem Ger our s7rrows. They
50 a our names. They watcl this fight Tor
heaven. Nay, | see tuem ris- up and lean
over and wave before US their recognition
and encouragement That gallery is not
tull. Iney are keep NJ places Tor Us. a tar
we nave slain tie ION uh2v ex 1ect the King
to call US, savins: 'Come 10 higher" Be
tween the hot struggles in the arena [ wioe
the sweat from my brow anu stand on tip
toe, reacAinE 10 my II sht hand to clasp
theirs III ra )Jurnus nandslaking, wnile their
voices come ring n Gown from the gallery,
or ing: - 5e 5AoI faith I'll unto death. and
yOu ~ual nave 2 crOw1"
,u5 mere i pause, overwhelmed with the
maJ-sY AMI jOv OF the scene, Gallery OF
the Nlny! Gau.ry OF angeisl Gallery OF
propAsJs ana a. jsCesi Gallery OF marCyrs.
Ga.ery o. SAINTS! Gallery OF friends ami
kindred Ga, majestic circles OF lignt and
love! Tnron 5S inrongs! Throngsl How
snaA We stani the gaze of the universe.
Myria IS o. eyes Deamins on us! Mvriais of
hearts beating IN sympathy for u.s. now
slaA we ever care TO stu againl now shall
we ever become discourage againl How
snail We ever feel lonely a9ain!
@ith Col lor as, and ge,s for us, and
proone5s an apostles tor u, and the great
~
kin ire for us-shaIt We give no tine ignt
and die? NO! Scr OF God, WAC didst die TO
save u. No, ye angels, whose wings are
Sprea1 4ortn 10 Sn-lter US. No! We prophets
and apostles, whose warnings startle us. Mol
ye loved ones, whose arms are outstretcde1
10 receive Us. No! we viii never surrender!
Sure must fight il | wo1I reign
BE faltlfdl 70 my LorI;
An bear the Cross endure the pain,
supported By Tny Word.
Thy saints in all this glorious war
snail conquer thou n they die;
They sel ths triumph from afar
AMI seze II WI n their
When tina. iliustuous day snail rise,
And al Thine armies SHINE
In 70 OF victory Jnrougl me skies,
The CORY snll De Time.
Ny nearer, snall we de in the arena or
rise to join our friends in the gallery?
through ClrisJ We may come off more
tnan conquerors. A soldier dying in the
hospital - { = "a 81 tho as mo -,cnt ami
cr.e!, "Here! Herew His attea ants put
him ulcl on mis- pillow au1 asked hin why
b. shouted "dere" "Jh, / heard the roll
can OF heaven and was only answering to
my name" l Won er whether. after this
na-te OF lite Is over, oar ma ne wiil be called
IN the muster roe OF the oardonel ana glori-
lied, aut with the joy of n-aven braaKing
upon our souls, we cry, "Herel Herew