Connecticut western news., 1892-02-04

huSl oS dlIioAt h HeFNOuS SHOCK tu those who have all their lives been crowded by many people and who want a quiet heaven. For the last thirty five years have been much of the time in crowds and under public scrutiny and amid excitements, and l have sometimes thought for a few weeks after l reach heaven would like to go down in some quiet part of the realm with a few friends. and for a little while try comparative solitude.
 Then there are those whose hear ing is so delicate that they get no satisfaction when you describe the crash of the eternal orchestra and they feel like saying, as the good woman in Hudson, N. Y., said. after hearing me speak of the mighty chorus of heaven, That must be n great heaven, but what will become of my poor head2"
 Yes, this half hour of my text is a still eXpeneace. There was silence in heaven for half an hour" You will find the inhabitants all at home. Enter the Kings palace and take only a glimpse, for we have only thirty minutes for all heaven. "Is that Jesusl" Yes" Just under the han along his forehead is the mark of wound made by bunch of twisted brambles. and his foot on the throne has on the round of his instep another mark of wound made by a spike and scar on the palm of the righ hand end a scar on the palm ot the left hand. But, what counte nancel What smile Wat gran deurt What lovelinezSl What an overwhelming look If kind1sess and gracel Why, he looks e.s if he had redeemed world! Put come on. for our time is short. Do you zee that row of palacesi That is the Apos toic sow. Do you see that long reach of architectural glories2 That is Martyr TOW. Do you see that i'm mense st,ucyure2 That ls the biggess; house in heaven; that is the House of uany Mansions lso you see that walll Shade your eyes against its burning splendor, for that is the wall of heaven, jasper at the bottom and amethyst at the top.
 See this river rolling through the heart of the great metopolisG That Is the river concerning which thos, who once lived on the banks of thu Hudson, or the Alabama. or tht Rhine, or the Shannon. say. "Wt never saw the like of this for clgrity and sheen. That is the chief river of heaven 50 bright, 30 vlde, 30 deep. But you ask. "Whe,e are the asylums for the oldY" answer. The inhabitants are all young. Where are the hoapitals for the lamee" They are sll lflgile." Where are the infirmaries kLr the blind and deaff" They all see and hear. B Where are the alInshouses for the poorf' 'TEay are all multimillion aires" Where are the inebriate asylunsl" Why, there are no saloons" Where are the grave yarlsl~ Why. they never die"
 Pass down those boulevaris of gold and amber and sapphire and see those lnterminable streets built by the Architect of the universe into homes. over the threshold of which sorrow never steps. and out of whose win. dows faces, once pale with earthly sickness. now look r-ubicund with i'm mortal health. Oh. let me go in and see theml" you say. No, you cannot go in. There are those there who would never consent to let you come up. You say. Let me stay here in this place where they never sin, where they never suffer. where they never part. No. no! Our time is short, our thirty minutes are al most gone. Come onl We must get back to earth before this half hour of heavenly silence breaks up. for in your mortal state you cannot endure the pomp and splendor and resonance when this half hour of silence is ended.
 The day will come when you can see heaven in full blast, but not now l am now only showing you heaven at the dullest half hour of all the eternities. Come onl There is some thing in the celestial appearance which makes me think that the half hour of silence will soon be over. Wonder are the white horses hing hitched to chariots. and wonder are seraphs lingering harps as if about to strike them into harmony. aIsd yonder are conquerors taking down from the blue halls of heaven the trumpets of victory
 Remember. we are mortal yet, and cannot endure the full roll of heaven ly har1nonie% and cannot endure even the silent heaven for more than half l an hour. Harki the clock in the | tower of heaven begins to strike and the half hour is ended. Descend | Come back Come down. till your work is done. Shoulder little longer your burdens. Fight little longer your battles Weep a little longer your griefs. And then take heaven. not in its dullest half hour, but in it's mightiest pomp. and instead of talk ing it for thirty minutes take it world without end.
 YOUR FIRST HALF HOUR.
 But how will you spend the first half hour of your heavenly citizen ship after you have gone in to stayi After your prost1ation before the throne in worship of him who made it possible for you to get there at all, l think the rest of your first half hour in heaven will be passed in re- ceiving your reward if you have been faithful. have a strangely beauti- ful book containing the plrtuNs of the medals struck hy the English government in honor of great hat ties; these medals pinned over the hanr.f ,,f tb. raty,rr.,,l baYs,,.,.. ,F cha