Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1893-06-19

the tinkling of the bell of the Scotch
kirk. Your brother may have cone
down in the ship hat foundered off Cape
Hatteras. Your little child may be sleep
ing on the verge of the fover. west
ern prairie Zct God Will .ssat,.oT them
al I'D, however widely 1..e DIS may lie
scattered. New rtheless it is d ;t.:;;:.--.t to
think that We iii be buried "sct:.er
When rcy nor died and we l1irl
out ;.:2d put l..n down in the ,ve..-drt;
of Somcrvi.le. it did not seem -. %
leave him there. because RIG l.>,->.c
him was my dear, good, old.
! Christian mother, and it see..! u II
she said: 81 was tired, and ca: Iiel
little early. am glad you L .-t- GO -..e:
it seems as of old"
Oh, it is a consolation to feel ! .;.t vvhe.l
men come and with solemn T. ii carry
you out to your resting place t4cy will
open the gate through whic-I some of
ycrr friends have already zone and
through which many Of your f-ients will
! follow Sleeping under the Inc roof,
ut last Sleeping Under the same sod The
nutumnal leaves that drift across your
grave will drift across theirs, the bird
songs that drop on their mound will drop
Oh yours, and then in starless winter
! nights, when the wind comes bowling
through the gorge, you viii be company
for each ether. Tie child close up to
the bosom Of its mother. The husband
and wife remarried; on their lips tie
sacrament of the dust.
Brothers and sisters who used in sport
to fling themselves on the grass now
again reclining eby side in the grave,
in fiecks of sunlight sitting through the
! long, 1.-THE willows. Then at the trump
ct of the archangel to rise side by side,
shaking themselves from the dust of
ages. The faces that were CHASTITY and
fixed when you saw them last all afush
(! with the light of interruption. The
father looking around on his children
| and saying, Come, come, my darlings;
/ this is the morning of the resurrection"
/ Mrs Sigourney wrote beautifully with
the tears and blood of her own broken
! heart:
There was shaded chamber,
a silent watching band,
On q low couch a suffering child
Graspin:s her mothers hand.
But mid the gasp and struggle
With shuddering lips she cried,
Mother oh, dearest mother,
Bury me by your sidc.''
Only one wish she uttered
As life was ebbing fast,
'Sleep by my SIDE dear mother,
And rise with ne at last.
CLOUD OF WITNESSES.
Oh, yes, we want to be buried togeth-
er. Sweet antelope of everlasting resi-
dence in each others companionship.
When the wrecker went down into the
cabin of the lost steamer, he found the
mother and child in each others arms.
1t was sad, but it was beautiful, and it
was appropriate. Together they went
down Together they will rise. One on
earth. One in heaven. Is there not
something cheering in all this thought
and something to impress upon us the
idea that the departed are ours yet-ours
forever?
But I console you again with the fact
of your present acquaintanceship and
communication with your departed
friends. I have no sympathy, [ need not
/ say, with the IDEAS of modern spiritual
| ism. but what mean is the theory set
forth by the apostle when he says, I'VE
are surrounded by great cloud of wit
nesses." Just as in the ancient amphi-
theater there were $4,000 or 100, 900 peo-
pie looking down from the galleries upon
the combatants in the center, so, says
Paul, there is q great host of your friends
in all the galleries of the sky looking
down upon our earthly struggles. It is
q sweet, d consoling, Scriptural idea.
With wing of angel. earth and heaven
arc i'll constant communication.
Does not the Bible say, Are they not
sent forth as ninistering spirits 20 those
who shall be heirs of salvation?' And
/ when ministering spirits come Gown and
! see US, do they not take some message
! beck? It is impossible to realize, know,
/ the idea that there is such rapid and per-
petual intercommunication of earth and
! heaven. but it is a glorious reality. You
/ take rail train, and the train is in full
motion, and another train from the OPP
posite direction dashes past you SO
swiftly that you are startled. All the
way between here and heaven is r.
with the up trains and the down
spirits coning-spirits going-co--.-,;;
-going-coming- going.
Thai friend Of yours who died last
month-do you not suppose he told all
the family news about you in the good
land to the friends who are gone? Do you
not suppose that when there are hun
dreds Of opportunities every day for
them in heaven to hear from you that
they ask about you-that they know
your tears. your temptations, your st1>1g-
giles, your victories? Aye, they do.
Perhaps during the last war you had
a boy in the army, and you got pass,
and you went through the lines, and you
found him, and the regiment coming
from your neighborhood you knew most
Of the boys there. One day you started
for home You said: ''Well, now, have
/ Won any letters to send? ANY messages