Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1893-09-02
This summer many of you will espe-

This summer many Of you will espe-
cially feel your grief as you so to places
where once you were accompanied by
those who are gone now. Your trou-
bles will follow you to the seashore and
will keep up with the lightning express
in which you speed away. Or, tarTying
at home, they will sit beside you by.
day and whisper over your pillow night
after night. want to assure you that
you are not left alone and that your
weeping is heard in heaven.
You will wander among the hills and
say, up this hill last year, our boy
climbed with great glee and waved his
cap from the top" or '.This Is the place
where our little girl put flowers IN her
hair and looked up in her mothers
face" until every drop Of blood in your
heart tingled with gladness, and you
thanked God with q thrill Of rapture
and you look around as much as TO say.
"Who dashed out that light2 Who filled
this cup with gall? What blast froze up
these fountains OF tho hearth
Some of yon have lost your parents
within the lust l3months. Their payers
for you are cncel. You take up their
picture and try to call back the kind
ness that once looked out from those
old, wrinklcsl faces and spoke in such a
tremulous voice, and you say it is a good
picture, bnt all the while you feel that.
after all, it docs not do justice. md you
would give almost anything would
cross the sea; you would walk the earth
over-to hear just one word from those
lips that few months ago used to call
you by your first name. though so long
you yourself hive been o. parent.
Now, you have done your best to hide
your grief. You smile when you do not
feel like it. But though you may de-
ceive the world, God knows. He looks
down upon the empty cradle, upon the
desolatcd nursery, upon the stricken
home and upon the broken heart, and
says: "This is tho way l thrash the
wheat; this is the way scour my Jew
elsl Cast thy burden on my arm, and !
will sustain You. All those tears have
gathered into my bottle!"
USES OF GODS LAcHRYMAToRY.
But what is the use Of having SO many
tears In Gods lachrymatory2 In that
great cnshct OF vase, why does GOD pre-
serve all your troubles? Through all
the ages of eternity, what use OF great
collection of tcars lido not know that
they will be kept there forever. do
not know but that in some distant age
OF heaven an angel Of God may look
into the bottle and find it as empty Of
tears as the lacllrymals Of earthenware
dug up from the ancient city. Where
have the tears gone? What sprite of
hell hath been invading Gods palace
and hath robbed the lachrynatories?
None. These were sanctified sorrows,
and those tears were changed into pearls
that are now set in the crowns end
robes of the ransomed.
I walk up to examine this heavenly
coronet, cleaning brighter than the sun
and cry, From what river depths of
heaven were those gems gathered2 and
thousand voices reply, These are
transmitted tears from Gods bottle" ]
see scepters of light stretched down from
the throne of those who on earth were
trod on of men. and IN every scepter
point and inlaid in. every ivory stair VI
golden throne l behold an indescribable
richness and luster and cry, From
whence this streaming light-these fash
ing pearls?" and the voices of the elders
before the throne, and of the martyrs
under the altar, and Of the hundred and
forty and four thousand radiant on the
CLASSY sea exclaim. Transmitted tears
from Gods bottle
Let the ages Of heaven roll on-the
story Of earth's pomp and pride Ions
ago ended, the kohinoor diamonds that
make kings proud, the precious stones
that adorned Persian tiara and famed
In the robes Of Babyionian professions
forgotten, the Golconda mines. charred
in the last oonfagration, but firm as the
everlasting hills and pure as the light
TINT streams from the throne. and bright
MS the river that flows from the eternal
rock, shall CLEAN. shall sparkle, shall
flame forever these transmitted tears of
Gods bottle.
Meanwhile let tho empty iachryma-
tory of heaven stand for ever. Let no
hand touch it. Let no wing strike it.
Let no collision crack it. Purer than
beryl or chrysoprasus. Let it stand OIL
the step of Jehoveh's throne and under
the arch of the unfading rainbow. Pass
ing down the corridors of the palace,
the redeemed of earth shall glance at 1t
and think of all the earthly troubles
from which they were delivered and
say, each to each: THAT is what we
heard of on earth. THAT is what the
psalmist spoke Of" There once were
put our tears THAT is Gods bottle
And while standing there inspecting this
richest inlaid vase of heaven the towers
of the palace domc strike mp this silvery
chime: God hath wiped away all tears
from all faces Wherefore comfort one
another with these words