The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-06-12

tbr.Ibfrr with the health OF The eternal
. Good. .u O. climate like uur june before The
blossoms fall. or our gorgeous October be.
fore the leaves scatter
iu that lana the souls will talk over the
different modes of thrcshinR. OF the
story of the stan that struck the iltchcs.
and the rod that beat the Cummiu, and
the iron wheel that Went over the corn.
Daniel viii describe the lions. and Jonah
leviathau. and Paul the elmwO0d whips
with which he was scOurgcd, and Eve
/ will tell how aromatic Eden was the day
she left IT, and John Rogers viii tell OF
I the smart of the flame, and Elijah OF the
| fiery team that wheeled him up the sky
. sleeps. and Christ Of the numbuess and
paroXysm and hemorrhages Of the awful
| cruci6Xion. There they are before the
throne of God. On one elevation all those
. who We're struck Of the staff. On higher
/ elevation all those who We're struck Of
the rod On a highest elevation, and
amid the highest attitudes Of heaven, all
those who were under the wheel. He will
not ever be threshing it.
| o. my hearers, is there not enough
| salve in this text to make plaster large
/ enough 10 heal all your wounds When
| child is hurt the mother is very apt to
say to iu:'"Now, it will soon feel better. ="
! And that is what God says when he I'M
| bOsoms all the trouble in the hush of this
/ great promise: weeping may endure for
a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
| You may leave your pocket handkerchief
| sopping wet with tears on your death pill
low, but you will go up absOlutely sorrow
less They will wear black; you will
wear white. Expresses for them; palms
! for you.
You will say: 'Is it possible that I am
| here? Is this heavenl Am ! so pure now
| will never do anything wrong2 Am | so
well that l will never again be sick Are
| these cOmpanionships so firm that they
will never again be broken2 Is that
Maryg Is that Johnl Is that my loved
one put away into darkness} Can it be
that these are the faces of those who lay
so wan and emaciated in the back room
on that awful night dying2 O, how radi
ant they arel Look at them How radi-
ant they are
why how unlike this place is from
what l thought when l left the world be-
low. Ministers drew pictures of this
land but how tame compared with the
reality They told me on earth that
death was sunset. No, no! 1t is sunrise
Glorious sunrise! / see the light now
purpling the hills, and the clouds flame
with the coming day"
Then the gates of heaven will be opened,
and the entranced soul, with the acute
ness and power of the celestial vision,
will look ten thousands of miles down
upon the hammered processiOn-a river of
shimmering splendor-and will cry out:
''Who are they2" And the angel of God
standing close by, will say: Don't you
know who they are?" mo" says the en-
tranced soul, II cannot guess who they
| are" The angel will say: i will tell
you, then, who they are. These are they
who came out of great tribulatiOn, or
threshing, and had their robes washed
and made white in the blood of the Lamb. "
O! that ] could administer some of
these drops of celestial anodyne to those
nervous and excited souls. If you would
| take enough of 1t it would cure all your
pangs. The thought that YOU are going
to get through with this after a while, all
this sorrow and all this trouble. We shall
have a great many grand days in heaven,
but l will tell you which will be the
grandest day of all the million ages of
heaven. You say: Are you sure you can
tell me?" Yes, l can. 1t will be the day
we get there, Some say heaven is grow
ing more glorious. ] suppose it is, but
do not care much about that Heaven
now is good enough for me.
History has no more gratulatory scene
than the breaking in of the English army
fore massacre had occurred at Gavin
pore, and two hundred and sixty women
and children had been put in a room.
Then five professional butchers went in
and slew them. Then the bodies of the
slain We're taken out and thrown into
well. AS the English army came into
Cawnpore they went into the room; and
o. what horrid scene! Sword strokes
on the wall near the floor, showing that
the poor things had crouched when they
died; and they saw also that the floor
was ankle deep in blood The soldiers
walked on their heels across it, lest their
shoes be submerged of the carnage. And
on that floor of blood there were flowing
locks of hair and fragments of dresses.
Out in Lucknow they had heard of the
massacre, and the women were waiting
for the same awful death; waiting amid
anguish untold waiting in pain and star
walton, but waiting DISQUALIFICATION, one
day, Havelock and Outram and Norman
and Sir David Baird and Peel, the heroes
of the English army-huZZa for them -
broke in on that horrid scene, and while
yet guns We're sounding and
cheers were issuing from the starving,
dying people on the one side, and from
the travel-worn and powder blackered
soldiers on the other-right there, in
front of the kings palace, there was
such a scene of handshaking, and en-
bracing, and boisterous JOY as would
utterly confound the pen of the poet and
the pencil of the painter And no wonder,
when these emaciated women, who had
suffered so heroically for Christ's sake,
marched out from their incarcerations,
one wounded English soldier got up in his
fatigue and wounds, and leaned against
the wall, and threw his cap up and
shouted, "Three cheers, my boys, for the
| brave womenl"
| OF that was an exciting scene. But a
! gladder and more triumphant scene will
it be when you come up to heaven from
| the conflicts and incarcerations of this
world, streaming with the wounds of bat
tie and wan with hunger; and while the
| hosts of God are cheer ing their great
| hosanna you will strike hands of congrat-
| u,ltion and eternal deliverance in the
| presence of the throne. On that night
! there will be bOnfires on every hill of
! heaven, and there viii be illumination in
| every palace, and there will be a candle
in every windOw-ah, no; | forget, for
! get; they will have no need of the candle
! or of the sun, for the Lord God giveth
| them light, and they shall reign forever
! and everl Hail! hail sons and daugh-
tiers of the Lord God Almighty.
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