The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1893-06-28

81 cannot guess who they are" Tie
angel will say: 81 will tell you. then,
who they are. These are they who
came out of great tribulation, or thresh-
ing, and had their robes washed and
made white in the blood of the Lamb"
Oh! that could administer some OF
these drops of celestial anodyne to
those nervous and excited souls. Ii
you would take enough of it it would
cure all your pangs. The thought that
you are going to get through with this
after awhile, all this sorrow and all
this trouble. We shall have a great
many grand days in Heaven, but 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, can. 1t will be the day
we get there. Some say Heaven is
growing 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 upon Lucknow, India.
A few weeks before massacre had
occurred at Cawnpore, and two hun
dred and sixty women and children
hadAsbeen put in room. Then five
professional butchers went in and slew
them. Then the bodies of the slain
were taken out and thrown into a
well. AS the English army came into
Cawnpore they went into the room;
and oh, what horrid scene Sword
strokes on the wall near the floor,
showing that the poor things had
been 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 the
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; watt
ing amid anguish untold; waiting in
pain and starvation, but waiting heroic
ally-when, 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
the guns were sounding, and while
cheers were issuing from the starving,
dying people on the one side, and
from the travel-worn and powder-black-
ened soldiers on the other-right there,
in front of the kings palace, there was
such 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
womenr'
Oh! that was an exciting scene. But
a gladder and more triumphant scene
will it be when you come up into
Heaven from the conflicts and incar-
cerations of this world streaming with
the wounds of battle, and wan with
hunger; and while the hosts of God are
cheering their great hosanna, you will
strike hands Of congratulation and
eternal deliverance in the presence OF
the throne. On that night there will
be bonfires on every hill of Heaven
and there will 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 Goo
giveth them light, and they shall reigr
forever and ever. Hail! hail! sons ano
daughters of the Lord God Almighty.