Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1893-06-17
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circumference, and we said, ssOh, my, what
world !" Troubles came in after life. and
this trouble sliced OF one part Of the world,
and that trouble sliced on another part of the
world, and it has got to be smaller world,
and in some Of your estimations very In
significant world. and it is depreciating all
the time as a Spiritual property. Ten per
cent. of, fifty per cent OF, and there are
those here who would not give ten cents for
this world-fer the entire Wofld-as soul
possession.
We thought that friendship was grand
thing In school We used TO write compost
tions about friendship, and perhaps we
made our graduating speech on commence
ment day on friendship. Ga, il was a charmed
thing. But does it mean as much to you as
Ii used to? You have gone on in life, and
one friend BIAS betrayed you; and another
friend has misinterpreted you, and another
friend has neglected you, and friendship
comes now sometimes to mean to you merely
another az to grind
So with money. We thought if Il man had
competency he was safe for all the future,
but we have learned that mortgage may be
defeated by an unknown previous incum-
brance that signing your name on the back
of a note may be your business death war
rant : that new tariff may change the cur
rent OF trade that a man may be rich to-day
and poor tomorrow And God; by all these
mis.ortunes is trying to loosen our grip, but
still we held on. G5i snjtes us with STAFF;
but we hold on. And He strikes US with a
rod. but we hold on. And He sends over us
the iron wheel Of misfortune. but we hold on,
There are men who keep their grip on this
world until the last moment who suggest to
me the condition and conduct Of the poor In
dian In the boat in the Niagara rapids COM
ing on toward the fall. Seeingthat he could
not escape; d moment or two before he got
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bottle and drank 1t of and then tossed the
bottle into the air. SO there are men who
clutch the world, and they go down through
the rapids of temptation and sin. and they
hold on to the very last moment of life, drink
Ing to their eternal damnation as they go
over and go down.
On, let 90 Let go ! The best fortunes are
In heaven. There are no ASCENDING cashiers
from that bank; no failing in promises to pay.
thing on the earth. Let go! Depend upon
it that God will keep upon you the staff, or
the rod, or the iron wheel until you do let go.
Another thing my text teaches us is that
Christian sorrow is going to have sure
terminus My text says Bread corn IS
bruised because he will not be ever thrashing
it." Blessed be God for that Pound away,
D fail. Turn on, wheel? Your work will
Soon be done. ''He will not be ever thrash-
ing IT, Now the Christian has almost as
much use In the organ for the stop tremulant
as he has for The trumpet. But after awhile
he will put the last dirge into the portfolio
forever So much Of us as is wheat will be
separated from so much as is chaff; and there
will be no need Of pounding.
They never cry in heaven because they
have nothing to cry about. There are NO
tears Of bereavement for you shall have your
friends all round about you. There are no
tears Of poverty because each one sits at the
Kings table and has his own chariot of sal
Walton and free access to the wardrobe where
princes get their array. Notears OF sickness,
for there are no pneumonias on the air, and
no malarial exhalations from the rolling
river Of life, and no crutch for the lame limb,
and no splint for the broken arm; but the
pulses throbbing with the health OF the eternal
God in climate like our June before the
blossoms fall, or our gorgeous October be-
fore the leaves scatter.
In that land the souls will talk over the
different modes of thrashing Oh, the story
of the staff that struck the fltches and the
rod that beat the cummin, and the iron
wheel that went over the corn Daniel will
describe the lions, and Jonah leviatnans,
and Paul the elmwood whips with which
he was scourged. and Eve will tell how
aromatic Eden was the day she left it, AMI
John Rogers will tell OF the smart of flame,
and Elijah of the fiery team that wheeled
him up the sky sleeps; and Christ of the
humbness and paroxysm and hemorrnages
of the awful crucifxion. There they are be-
fore the throne of God. On one elevation
all those who were struck Of the staff. On
higher elevation all those who were struck
of the rod. On highest elevation, and
amid the highest attitudes of heaven, all
those who were under the wheel. He Will
not ever be thrashing it.
Oh, my hearers; is there not enough salye
in this text to make a plaster large enough
to heal all your wounds2 When child is
hurt, the mother is very apt to say to it,
''Now. it will soon feel better" And this is
what God says when He unbosoms all the
trouble in the hush of this great promise.
'iWeeping may endure for night, but JOY
cometh in the morning." You may leave
your pocket handkerchief sopping wet with
tears on your death pillow; but you will go
up absolutely sorrowless. They will wear
black YOU will wear white. Expresses for
them, palms for you.
You will say SIS it possible that 1 am
here? Is this heaven? Am l so pure now l
will never do anything wrong? Am l so well
that will never again be sick? Are these
comprehensive SO firm that they will never
again be broken? Is that Mary? Is that
John? 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 Oh
how radiant thev are. Look at them How
radiant they are
''Why. how unlike this place is from what
Thought when l left the world below. Min
listers drew pictures CT This land, hut how
tame compared with the reality They told
me on earth that death was sunset. No, no !
II is sunrise? Glori5us sunrise / see the
light now purpling the hills. and the clouds
fame with the coming day"
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and the entranced soal. with the aeuteness
and power OF the celestial vision. will look
ten thousands of miles down upon the BAN
nered proeession-a river OF shimmering
splendor-and will cry out. "Wbo are they?"
And the angel of God standing close by will
say. "Dont you know who they are?' ''No."
says the entrancei soul. 81 cannot guess who
they are" The angel will say II will tell
you, then. who they are. These are they
who came out OF great tribulation. or
thrsshin1. 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. Ifyou would take enough
of If. it would cure all your pangs. The
thought that you are going to get through
with this after swhile-all this sorrow and
all this trouble. We shall have a great many
grand DAYS in heaven. but I will tell you
which will be the grandest day of all the mil
lion ages of heaven. You say care you sure
you can tell me?'' Yes. can. II will he the
day we get there. Some say heaven is grow
ing more glorious. ] suppose 1t is. but I do
hot 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
a massacre had occurred at Cawnpore, and
260 women and children had been put in a
room. Then five professional butchers went
In and slew them. Then the bodies of the
slain were taken out and thrown into 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 door. 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 fow-
ing 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 starvation, but
waiting heroically. 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
horr;d 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
blaekened soldiers on the other, right there
in front of the kings palace there was such
scene of handshaking and embracing 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 inear-