Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1893-01-25

| her husband from onacting q judicial
Foutrage. But Jacob, at Bethel, with q
pillow of mountain rock, had q blissful
dream of the ladder angel )lossoming.
Bunyan, with his head on hard plank
Of Bedford jail, saw the gates of the
celestial city. ST. John, on the bar
renest island Of the Egean Sea, in his
dream heard trumpets and saw cavalry
men on white horses and q new Heaven
and new earth. No amount of rough
pillow can disturb the night vision of a
saint, and no amount of amethystine
charm can DELEGATE the dream of a mis-
creant.
| But, some one will say. why have you
brought us to this amethyst, the top row
of the foundation of the Heavenly wall,
| ii you are not able to accept the theory
of the ancient Greeks, who said that the
amethyst was a charm against intoXica-
ton, or II you are not willing to accept
the theory Of the ancient Hebrews that
the amethyst was q producer of pleasant
dreams? My answer is, [ have brought
| you to the top row, the twelfth layer of
| the foundation of the heavenly wall of
1,500 miles of circling amethyst to put
You in q position where you can get a
new idea of Heaven; to let you see that
after you have climbed up twelve strata
of glory you are only at the base of the
eternal grandeurs; to let you, with en-
chantment of soul, look far down and
look far up, and to force upon you the
conclusion that if all our climbing has
only shown US the foundations of the
wall, what must the wall itself be? and
if this is the outside of Heaven, what
must the inside be; and if all this is fig
urative, what must the reality be? Oh,
hi Io1 - h.
enly wall! Oh, this eternity of decora-
ton! Oh, this Opalescent, forescent,
prismatic miracle of architecture. What
enforcement of all colors! A mingling
of the blue of skies, and the surf of SEAS
and the green of meadows, and the up
holstery of autumnal forests and the fire
of August sunsets. All the splendors Of
earth and Heaven dashed into those
twelve rows of foundation wall. All
that, mark you, only typical of the spir-
itual glorieS that roll over Heaven like
the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans swung
in one bilOw.
Do you not see that it was impossible
that you understand hundredth part of
the SuggeStiveneSS Of that twenty first
chapter of Revelation without going in to
some of the particulars of the wall OF
Heaven and dipping up some of it's drip
ping colors, and running your eye along
some Of it's wondrOus crystaliZations, and
examining some Of the frozen light in
it's turquoise, and feeling with your own
finger the hardness Of its sapphire, and
shielding your eyes against the simmer
ing brillianCe in its beryl, and studying
the l. 500 miles of emerald without a flaw?
Yet all this only the outside of Heaven,
and the poorest part of the outside; not
the wall itself, but only the foot Of the
wall, for my text says, 1.-THE foundations
of the wall of the city were garnished
| with all manner Of precious stones" Oh,
| get down your harp if you can play one
Get down q palm branch if you can
reach one! Why, it makes us all feel
like crying out with James Montgomery:
When shall these eyes thy Heaven built walls
And pearly gates behold?
Oh, my soul! If my text shows us only
the outside, what must the inside be-?
While riding last summer through the
Emperor'S park, near ST. Petersburg [
was captiyated with the groves, trans
planted from all zones, and the flower
beds--mlles this way and miles that way
-incarnadined with beauty, and the
fountains bounding in such revel with
the sunlight as nowhere else is seen,
said: This is beautiful. l never saw
anything like this before"
Bnt when / entered the palace and
saw the pictured walls, and the long
line Of statuary, and aquariumS afiOat
with all bright scales, and aviaries
a-chant with bird voices, and the inner
doors of the palace were swung back by
the cham berlain, and | saw the Emperor
and Empress and princes and princesses,
and they greeted me with cordalty of
old acQuaintanceship | forgot all the
groves and moral bewitchment [ had
seen outside before entrance. And now
l ask, if the outside of Heaven attracts
our souls to-day, how much more will be
the uplifting when we get inside and
see the King in his beauty and all the
princes aud princesses Of the palaces of
amethyst?
Are you not glad that we did not stop
in our ascent this morning until we got
to the top round of the foundation wall
of Heaven. the twelfth row, the anne
| thyst. Perhaps the ancient Hebrews
were not, after all, so far out of the way
| when they thought that the touch of the
| amethyst gave pleasant dreams, for tle
touch of it this hour gives me very
pleasant dream. Standing on this am
ethyst dream a dream. L close my eyes
and l see it all. We are there. This is
Heaven! Not the outside, but the in
side of Heaven.
With what warmth of welcome our
long ago departed loved ones have kissed
US. My! How they have changed in
looks! They were so sick when they
! went away, and now they are so we'll.
Lock! Yonder is the palace of our Lord
the King. Not kept moment outside
we are ushered into the throne-room.
Stretching out His SCARED hand He says,
81 have loved thee with an everlasting
love-" and we respond ''Whom have
in Heaven but thee?"
Children in Heaven.
But, look! Yonder is the playground
Of the children. Children do not want d
throne. A throne would not fit a child.
There they are on the Fairgrounds of
Heaven-the children. Out of the sick
cradle of earth they came into this
romping mirth of the eternal play
grounds. clap my hands TO cheer them
in the glee. Yonder are the palaces OF
the martyrs, and before their doorway
the flowers, crimson as the bloody mar