Connecticut western news., 1893-02-02


 And geologyi What place that will be to study geology, when the world is being picked to pieces as easily as a schoolgirl in botanical lessons pulls the leaf from the corolla! What place to study architecture, amid the thrones, and the palaces, and the cathedrals-St. Marks and St. Paul's rookeries in con- parison.
 Sometimes you wish you could make the tour of the whole earth, going around as others have gone, but you have not the time; you have not the means. You will make that tour yet during one musical pause In the eternal anthem. say these things for the comfort of those people who are abridged in their opportu- nities-those people to whom life is a hurndrum, who toll and work, and toll and work, and aspire after knowledge, but have no time to get it, and say, eff I had the opportunities which other people have, how I would fill my mind and soul with grand thoughtsr' Be not discour- aged, my friends. You are going to the university yet. Death will only matricu late you into the royal college of the uni verse.
 What a sublime thing 1t was that Dr. | Thornwell, of South Carolina, uttered in his last dying momentsl AS he looked | up he said, 1t opens; it expands; it ex- | pands." Or as Mir. Toplady, the author of Rock of Ages" in his last moment, or during his last hours, looked up | and said, as though he saw something supernatural, '.Lightr' and then as he came on nearer the dying moment, his countenance more luminous, he cried, "Lightr' and at the very moment of | his departure lifted both hands, some- | thing supernatural in his countenance as he cried, '"Lightp Only another name | for sunshine.
 Besides that we shall have all the pleasures of association. We will go | right up in inc front of God without any | fright. All our sins gone, there will be nothing to be frightened about. There our old Christian friends will troop ! around us. Just as now one of your sick friends goes away to Florida, the land of flowers, or to the south of France, and you do not see him for a long while, and after awhile you meet him, and the | hollows under the eyes are all filled, and the appetite has come back, and the crutch has been thrown away, and he is so changed you hardly know him. You say, "Why, I never saw you look so we'll" Eo says: II couldn't help but be we'll. I have been sailing these rivers I and climbing these mountains, and that's how got this elasticity. I never was ! so we'll"
 Oh, my friends. your departed loved ones are only away for t..eir health in a better climate, and when you meet them they will be so changed you will hardly 1 know them they will be so very much changed, and after awhile, when you | are assured that they are your friends, your departed friends, you will say: | 'Why, where is that cough? Where is ] that paralysis? Where Is that pneumo- mia? Where is that consumption" And he will say: "Oh, I am entirely well! | There are TO sick ones in this country. I have been ranging these hills, and hence this elasticity. have been here now twenty years, and not one sick one have I seen-we are all well in this climate" THE ETERNAL JOY.
 And then I stand at the gate of the celestial city to see the processions come out, and see long procession of little 1 children with their arms full of flowers. and then see procession of kings and l priests moving in celestial pageantry-a I long procession, but no black 2tasseled vehicle, no mourning group, and Iasay: "How strange it isl Where is your Green | wood? where is your Laurel Hill? where Is your Westminster abbeyP" And they shall cry, "There are no graves here"
 And then listen for the tolling of the old belfries of heaven, the old belfries of eternity. I listen to hear them toll for the dead, but they toll not for the dead. i They only strike up silvery chime, tower to tower, east gate to west gate, is they ring out, "They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more, neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat, for the Lamb which is in the midst of tains of water, and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes,"
 Oh, unglove your hand and give it to me in congratulation on that scenel feel as if I would shout. I will shout halleluiah! Dear Lordj forgive me that ever complained about anything. If all this is before us, who cares for anything but God and heaven and eternal broth erhood? Take the crape off the doorbell. | Your loved ones are only away for their health in {. land ambrosial. Come, Low ell Mason; come, Isaac Watts, and give us your best hymn about joy celestial.
 What is the use of postponing our heaven any longer? Let it begin now, xxyhn l1 lot ha,, it, and whosoever hath trumpet let him blow it, and whosoever hath an or gan let him give us a full diapason. They crowd down the air, spirits blessed moving in cavalcade of triumph. Their chariot wheels whirl in the Sabbath sum- light. They come. Halt, armies ot Godl Halt until we are ready to join the battalion of pleasures that never die.
 Oh, my friends, it would take a ser mon as long as eternity to tell the joys that are coming to us. I just set open the sunshiny door. Come in, all ye dis ciples of the world who have found the world mockery. Come in, all ye disci- ples of the dance, and see the bounding feet of this heavenly gladness, Come in, ye disciples of worldly amusement, and seo Iuo stage where kings are the acCOrS, and burning worlds the footlights, and thrones the spectacular.
 Arise, ye dead in sin, for this is the morning of resurrection. The joys ot heaven submerge our soul. pull out the trumpet stop. In thy presence there is fullness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures forevermore.
 Blessed are the saints beloved of God;
 Washed are their robes in Jesus' blood;
 Brighter than angels, lol they shine,
 Their glories splendid and sublime
 My soul anticipates the day,
 Would stretch her wing and soar away