The free press. (Poplarville, Miss.) 1890-19??, 1893-03-30

an awful thing to make snip"i eI,,,yricaues
rock of ruir-masts falling. r in the
living. death coming. groan d Thunder in
water' meanings in the WHO, u Of light.
ths sky. while God, with the finger re; ~ tread
I'M, I'm writes all over the sky, II WI them
n thng, J., Nv wrath. and will trampie 'ne'n
in My fury" H., - this raging
torrent. and he knows he must pas ~ yats
as he comes toward the time MS u &c, as he
shorter. and his last breath iedses docs he
stens into the stream, and no sooness md he
ss.ioh tba stream than it is parted, any
GOES through dry shod, while an t,e ,vhere
100 their nIurnes. crying: ~ deauu. rrsp
y; .s1, stinos q crave, where is thy vlcOoi
ca shall wipe away all tears lroni . Inc
ewes. and there shall be no more "0'p
ond there shall be no more death; s,r roma
Some of your children nave .,, an down on
nm tbe other bank. You let tneni =, 49, Nv, the
MS side of the bank; they will be on atto
other bank to help you up with sup nv NV
ursI strength. The other mornins az ht n
tahie ali nv family present tnous
myself how pleasant it would be II l couIu
mt ali in boat and then go IN VIII one ~.
and we could pull across the river u Nc Nc
next world and be there altosebnei. ~
family parting, no gloomy ooseouleS;h y
wouldn't take five minutes to go from oahn
To bank. and then in that better worlu 70 10
And the time will come when these Snoes
WE wear now. lest we be cut OF tne snai
Dlaces of this world, shall be taken Oh, anu
with unsandled foot we will step lnOo tlo
he'd of the river; with feet unora'nuieieu,
free from pain and fatigue, we W. foos in
that last Journey, when. With ohe looo -
The bsd Of the river and the other 1907 u, on
the other bank, we struggle upward. Ina.
will ne heaven. Oh, pray Tor all my ueat
people safe Jordanic passagei lnaI
what the dying Christian husband lett WEI
he said: ''How the candle ficKers, Nelne,
Put it out l shall sleep well to-ni9uU anu
wake in the morning"
tos ether forever. Wouldn't it be pleasan.
for YOU to take all your family into tnae
blessed country if you could all go togetherf
T REMAINDER my notner in her dying hour
said to my father, "Father, wouldn,G IL pe
pleasant il we could all go together! bul
we cannot all go together, We must go one
by one. and we must be grateful IL we ses
there at all. What heaven 1t VIII pe II
we have all our families there TO LOOK
around and see all the children are present.
You would rather have them all tn ere, ana
YOU 20 with bare brow forever. t nan that
one should be missing to complete the gar
lands of heaven for your coronal. Inc Loru
God of Joshua gave them safe Joroanic
passage. ,,
Even children will go through dry shod.
Those of us who were brought up IN the
TeuclilOci, "hOh eiO S"AA 'N
coming on in our boyhood days, we always
loneei for the day when we were to 90
barefooted, and after teasing our mothers
in regard to it for good while, and they
consented we remember the delicious sensa-
ton of the cool grass wlen we put our uh.
covered foot on it.
One word of comfort on this subject for
all the bereaved. You see, our departed
friends have not been submerged, have not
been swamped in the waters. They have
only crossed over. These Israelites vera
lust as thoroughly alive on the western
banks Of the Jordan as they had been on the
eastern banks Of the Jordan, and our de-
parted Christian friends have only crossed
over-not sick, not dead, not exhausted, not
extinguished, not blotted out, but with
healthier respiration, and stouter pulses, and
keener eyesight, aud bstter prospects
crossed over, their sins, their physical and
mental disquiet, all left clear this side. au
externally flowing, impossible obstacle be-
tween them and all human and satanic pur-
suit. Crossed over On, shake hands OF
congratulate IN with all the bereaved in the
consideration that our departed Christian
friends are safe!
Why was there so much JOY III csrtaln
circles in New York when people heard
from the friends who were OH board that
belated steamer? 1t was feared that vessel
had gone to the bottom of the sea, and when
the friends on this side heard that the
steamer had arrived safely in Liverpool, mad
we not right to congratulate the people IN
New York that their friends had got safely
across? And is it not right TINS morning
that congratulate you that your departed
friends are safe on the shore OF heaven!
Would you have them back again? Would
you have those old parents back again? You
know how hard it was sometimes for tnen to
get their breath in the stihed atm osohere OF
the summer. Would you have them back in
this weather? Didn't they use their brain
long enough? Would you have your chill
dren back again? Would you have them
take the risks of temptation which throng
every human pathway? Would you have
them cross the Jordan three times? In ad-
dition to crossing it already, cross 1t again
to greeo you now and then cross back after
ward? For certrinly you would not want TO
keep them forever out OF heaven.
Pause and weep, not FOR the freed from psln'
But that the sign OF love would bring item back
again
l ask question, and there seems to come
back the answer in heavenly echo; What,
will you never be sick again" Never
sick-again. "-"What, will you never be
tired again. Never - tlre1- again."
what, will you never weep againT Never
"What, will you never
die again?" "Never-die-again
Oh, we army or departed KINDRED, we nail
you from bank to bank! Wait for US when
the Jordan OF death shall part for US. Come
down and meet US halt way between the
widowed banks of earth and the palm groves
of heaven. May our great High Priest go
anead OF us, ana with bruised feet touch the
water, and then shall be fulfilled the words
of my text, IAN Israel went over on dry
ground until all the people were gone clear
through Jordan"
l.. IL
of this morning, l think there would
be thousand voices that would choose the
same hymu-the hymn that illumines so
many death chambers-the hymn that has
been the parting hymn in many an instance
the old hymn:
On Jordan's stormy banks stand
And cast a wstfu eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
oh. the transporting rapturous scene
That rises oil my sghtl
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers OF delight