News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1893-06-01

! will go through no more hurt by the
water than when in boyhood we rolled
our garments to the knee and barefoot
crossed the meadow brook on the old
homestead The odds may seem to be
all against you, but l guess it will be all
right with you if you have God on your
side and all the angelic, cherubic, Sc
raphic and archangelic kingdoms. eff
God be for you, who can be against
your
Lay hold of the Lord in prayer, and
YOU will go free, as did Richard Cecil
with ego of missionary money in his sad
dlebags, and the highwaymen grabbed
his horse by the bride and told him to
deliver, and he prayed God for safety,
and suddenly one of the robbers said:
''Mr. Cecil, l once heard you preach.
Boys, let the gentleman CO."
AN IDEA OF HEAVEN.
But let me criticise Miriam little for
the instrument of music she employed
in the divine service on the sandy beach.
Why not take some other instrument?
The harp was a sacred instrument. Why
did she not take that? The cymbal was
4 sacred instrument. Why did she not
take that? The trumpet was a sacred in
strument. Why did she not take that?
Amid that great host there must have
been musical instruments more used in
religious service. No. She took that
which she liked the best and on which
she could best express her graduation
over a nations rescue, first through the
retreat of the waves of the Red sea, and
| he oil nf hn 1c
of their destruction. So l withdraw my
criticism of Miriam. Let every one take
her or his best mode of divine worship
and celebration. My idea of heaven is
| that it is q place where we can do as we
please and have every thing we want. OF
course we will do nothing wrong and
want nothing harmful.
How much of the material and phys
zeal will finally make up the heavenly
world | know not, but l think Gabriel
will have his trumpet, and David his
! harp, and Handel his organ, and Thai
berg his piano, and the great Norwegian
performer his violin, and Miriam her tim
brel, and as 1 cannot make music on any
of them l think will move around
among all OF them and listen. But there
are our friends of the Scotch Covenanter
church who do not like musical instru-
ments at all in divine worship, and they
need not have them.
tell Duncan and Mcleod and Bruce
they need never hear in heaven a single
string thrum, or single organ roll. We
will all do as we please in that radiant
place if through the pardoning and
n
there. What day it will be when we
stand on the beach of heaven and look
back ON the Red sea of this worlds sin
and trouble and celebrate the fact that
we have got through and got over and
got up, our sins and our troubles at
tempting to follow gone clear down I'M
der the waves.
Oh, crimson floods, roll over them and
drown them, and drown them forever!
What celebration it will bs-our resur-
rected bodies standing on the beach
whose pebbles are amethyst and emerald
and agate and diamonds! What shak-
ing of hands! What a talking over old
times! What a jubilee! What an OPP
portunity to visit! In this world we
have so little time for that, l am looking
forward to eternal socialities. To be
with God and never sin against him. To
be with Christ and forever feel his love.
To walk together in robes of white with
those with whom on earth we walked
together in black raiment of mourning.
To gather up the members of our scat
tered families and embrace them with no
embarrassment, though all heaven be
looking on.
TOGETHER AT THE LAST.
A mine in Scotland caved in and
caught amid the rocks a young man
who in few days was to have been
united in holy marriage. No one could
get heart 10 tell his affianced of the
death of her beloved, but some one made
her believe that he had changed his mind
about the marriage and willfully disap-
peared. Fifty years passed on, when
one day the miners delving in the earth
suddenly came on the body of that young
man, which had all those years been
kept from the air and looked just as it
was the day of the calamity. Strong,
manly, noble youth, he sat there looking
as ON the day he died. But no one
recognized the silent foS2.
habitants to come and see if any one
could recognize him. A woman with
bent form and her hair snowy white with
years came last, and looking upon the
silent form that had been so completely
preserved gave bitter cry and fell into
a long swoon. 1t was the one to whom
half century before she was to have
been welded, looking then just as when
in the days of their youth their affec-
tons had commingled. But the emotion
of her soul was too great for mortal en-
durance, and two days after those who
so years before were to have joined
hands in wedlock were at last married
in the tomb, and side by side they wait
for the resurrection.
My friends, we shall come at last upon
those of our loved ones who long ago
halted in the journey of life. They will
be as fair :Ld beautiful-yea, fairer and
more beautiful than when we parted
from them. 1t may be old age looking
upon childhood or youth. Oh, my Lord,
how we have missed them! Separated
for 10 years or 90 years or so years, but
together at the last. Together at the
last. Just think of it! Will it not be
glorious? Miriam's song again appro-
pirate, for death riding on the pale horse
with his four hoofs ON all our hearts shall
have been forever discomforted.
l see them now-the glorifed-as-
sembled for celebration mightier and
more jubilant than that on the banks of
the Red sea, and from all lands and ages,
on beach of light above beach of light,
gallery above gallery and thrones above
thrones, in circling sweep of 10000 miles
of surrounding and upheaved splendor,
while standing before them on "sea of
glass mingled with fire" Michael, the
archangel, with swinging scepter beats
time for the multitudinous chorus, cry
ing: "Sing! Singl Sing we to the Lord,
for he hath triumphed gloriously; the
horse and his rider hath he thrown into
the sea-"
Ran With Bullet In It's Heart.
While working ON q cattle ranch in the
Cherokee Nation in 1885, L, in company
with several other cattle punchers, as
we were called, was riding over the
crest of hill, when we saw at short
distance five deer feeding ON the short,
tender grass. Bringing my trusty win
chester to level, / singled out a fine,
large buck, with a pair of magnificent
antlers, and took deliberate aim, firing