Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1893-06-17

iron wheel of mist rtune, 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 Indian in the boat in the MI
agara rapids coming Oh toward the fall
Seeing that no could not escape, a mo-
1nent or two before he got to the verge
of the plunge he lifted wine bottle
and drank it off and then tossed the bot,
tie 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, drinking to their eternal
damnation as they go over and go down.
Oh, let gol Let goi The best fortunes
are in heaven. There are no absconding
cashiers from that hank, no failing in
promises to pay. Set your affections on
things above, not on thing on the earth.
Let gol Depend upon it that God will
keep upon you the staff, or the rod, or
the iron wheel until you do let go.
THE STAFF AND THE ROD.
Another thing my text teaches US is
that Christian sorrow is going to have a
sure terminus. My text says, "Bread
corn is bruised because he will not be
ever thrashing it" Blessed be God for
that Pound away, O fail. Turn on.
o wheell Your work will soon be done.
"He will not be ever thrashing it." Now
the Christian has almost as much use in
the organ for the stop trenulant as he
has for the trumpet. But after awhile
he will put the last dirge into the porto
Ito forever. So much of us as is wheat
will be separated from so much as is
chaff, and there will be no more 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 be-
cause each one sits at the kings table
and has his own chariot of salvation
and free access to the wardrobe where
princes get their array. No tears 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 bios.
SONS 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
ftches, and the rod that beat the cum.
min, and the iron wheel that went over
the cornl Daniel will describe the lions,
and Jonah leyiathans, and Paul the elm,
wood whips with which he was scourged,
and Eve will tell how aromatic Eden
was the day she left it, and John Rogers
will tell of the smart of the fame, and
Elijah of the fiery team that wheeled
him up the sky sleeps, and Christ of the
numbness and paroxysm and hemor-
rhages Of the awful crucifxion.' There
they are before 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 a
highest elevation, and amid the highest
attitudes of heaven, all those who were
under the wheel. he will not ever be
thrashing 1t.
~ Oh, my- hearers, is there not enough
salve in this text to make plaster large
enough to heal all your wounds? When
q child is hurt, the mother is very apt to
say to it, Nov, it will soon feel better"
And thatis what God says when he IN
bosoms all the trouble in the hush of this
great promise, weeping may endure
for night, but JOY cometh in the morn
ing" You may leave your pocket hand
kerchief sopping wet with tears on your
death pillow, but you will go up abso-
lutely sorrowless, They will wear black;
you will wear white. Expresses for
them; palms for you.
You will say: "Is 1t possible that anu
here2 Is this heaven? Am I SO pure now
1 will never do anything wrong3 Am I
so well that Twill never again BIO sicka
Are these comprehensive so firm that
they will never again be brokenf Is that
Mary? Is that John? Is that my loved
one put away into darlness2 Can it be
that these are the faces of those who lay
SO wan and emaciated in the back room
on that awful night dying3 Oh, how RAJ
diant they are! Look at thenl How ra-
diant they are!
"Why, how unlike this place is from
what I thought when I left the world
below! Ministers drew pictures of this
land, but how tame compared with the
reality! They told me on earth that
death was sunset. No, mol 1t is sunrise!
Glorious sunrisel 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 vi
sion, will look ten thousands of miles
down upon the hammered procession-a
river of shimmering splendor-and will
cry out, "Who are theyf' And the an
gel of God standing close by will say,
"Don't you know who they areY' NO."
says the entranced 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 tribula-
ton, or thrashing, and had their robes
washed and made white in the blood OF
the Lamb"
DROPS OF CELESTIAL ANoDyNE
Oh, that I could administer some OF
these drops of celestial auodyne to those
nervous and excited souls. If you would
take enough of it, 1t 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 great many g8nd days in
heaven, but will tell you Which will be
the grandest day of all the million ages
of heaven. You say, care you sure you
can tell me2" Yes, can. It will be the
day we get there. Some say heaven is
growing more glorious. I suppose 1t is,