Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1893-06-23

he was scourged, and Eve Will tell how
aromatic Eden was the day she left It. III |
John Rogers will tell of the smart OF Z ann
and Elijah Of the fiery team that wheeled
him up the sky sleeps, and Christ OF the
numbneSs and paroxysm and hemorrhapaS
OF the awful crucifixion. There tbs are be-
fore the throne OF God On one elevation
all those who were struck of the staff. On n
higher elevation all those who We're struck
OF the rod On a highest elevation. and
amid the highest attitudes of heaven. all
those who were under the wheel he will
not ever be thrashing If.
Oh. nv hearers. is there not enough saIve
in this text to make plaster large enough
to heal all your wounds When child Is
hurt, the mother Is very apt to say 70 1t,
''Now, ii will soon feel better" And this is
what God SAYS when He unbosoms all the
trouble in the hush Of this great promise.
Weeping may endure Tor night. but JOY
cometh in the morning. You may leave
your pocket handkerchief sopping wet with
tears on your death pillow, but yor will 20
up absolutely sorrowless. They Will wear
black you will wear white. Expresses for
them, palms for you
You will say: lis it possible that I am
here? Is this heaven? Am SO pure now l
will never do anything wrong? Am so we'll
that will never again be sick? Are these
companionships so firm that they will never
again be brokenr Is that Mary? Is that
John? Is that my loved one put away into
darkness? Can it be that these are the fl, IS
of those who Law so wan and emaclated in the
back room on that awful night dying? OH.
how radiant they are Loo 1T them. How
radiant thev are!
why. how unlike this place is from what
Thought when left the world below Min.
listers drew pictures Of this land, but how
tame compared with the reality They told
me on earth that death was sunset. No. no,
It is sunrise? Glorious sunrise I see the
light now purpling the hills, and the clouds
flame with the coming day"
Then the gates OF heaven will be opened.
and the entranced soul, with the acuteness
and power of the celestial vision. will look
ten thousands of miles down upon the BAN
nered prOcession-a river of shimmerinC
splendor-and will cry out. ''Who are they?"
And the angel of God standing close by will
say. Don't you know who they are?" No"
says the entranced soul. II 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
thrashing, 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. If 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
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. ''Are you sure
you can tell me?" Yes, I can. It will be the
day we get there. Some say heaven is grow
ing more glorious. I 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
a massacre had occurred at Cawnpore, and
260 women and children had been 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 we'll.
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 We're flow
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
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
DlackeneQ SOlOlerS on the OCner, r1gnC 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 incar-
cerations 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 womenm
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 incarcerations of this world,
streaming with the wounds of battle and won
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 bontires on every hill
of heaven, and there will be illumination in
every palace, and there will be candle in
every window. All, no; forget, I forget.
They Will have no need of the candle Of
the sun, for the Lord God giveth them light,
and they shall reign forever and ever. Hail,
hail, sons and daughters of the Lord God
Almighty!