The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1893-06-02

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all lightnings. all time and all eternity.
Come, look mo in the face while utter
the word God commands me TO speak to
you, mo weapon formed against you
shall prosper" Don't throw away your
tambourine. You will want it as sure
as you sit there and stand here, and the
tune you will yet play on it. whether
standing on beach of time or beach of
eternity, will be the tune that Miriam
played when she cried, "Sing ye to the
Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously;
the horse and his rider hath he thrown
into the sea-"
Iexpect to have good laugh with You
inheaven, for the Bible saysin Luke, sixth
chapter, twenty-first verse, BLESSED are
ye that weep now, for we shall laugh"
We shall not spend all eternity psalm
singing, but sometimes in review of the
past, as Christ says, we shall laugh.
There is nothing wrong in laughter. 1t
all depends on what you laugh at, and
when you laugh, and how you laugh,
Nothing, it seems, will more thoroughly
kindle our heavenly hilarities after we
have got inside the pearly gate than to
see how in this world we got scared at
things which ought not to have fright
ened us at all.
How often we work ourselves up into
a great stew about nothing! The Red
sea before may be deep. and the Egyp-
tian cavalry behind us may be well
mounted, but if we trust the Lord we
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 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. IF
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 eco 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, 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 sacred instrument. Why
did she not take that? The cymbal was
sacred instrument. Why did she not
take that? The trumpet was 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 nations rescue, first through the
retreat of the waves Of the Red sea, and
then through the clapping of the hands
of their destruction. So 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 place where we can do as we
please and have erything we want. OF
course we will do nothing wrong and
want nothing harmful.
How much of the material and phys
ical will finally make up the heavenly
world I know not, but 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 cannot make music on any
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 a single organ roll. We
will all do as we please in that radiant
place if through the pardoning and
sanctifying grace of Christ we ever get
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 be-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 jubilee What an op
portunity to visit! In this world We
have so little time for that, 1 am looking
forward to eternal socialities. To be
with God and never sin against him. Tt
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 ne
embarrassment, though all heaven b.
looking on.
TOGETHER AT THE LAST.
A mine in Scotland caved in ant
caught amid the rocks a young MAI
who in few days was to have beer
united in holy marriage. No one coult
get heart to tell his affianced of tn,
death of her beloved, but some one mad,
her believe that he had changed his mint
about the marriage and willfully disap
peared. Fifty years passed on, whei
one day the miners delving in the eartl
suddenly came on the body of that youns
man, which had all those years beel
kept from the air and looked just as i
was the day of the calamity. Strong
manly, noble youth, he sat there looking
as on the day he died. But no on
recognized the silent form.
| After awhile they called the oldest in
habitants to come and see if any on
could recognize him. A woman witt
bent form and her hair snowy white wit
years came last, and looking upon tn
silent form that had been SO completed,
preserved gave bitter cry and fell int
long swoon. 1t was the one to whom
half century before she was to hav
been welded, looking then just as whel