Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1893-08-28

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horsemen. They charge upon you with
cleaning spear. They seem to come
hap-hazard, scattering shots from the
gun of careless sportsman. But not
so. 1t is good aim that sends them Just
right: for God is the archer. This sum-
mer many of you will especially feel
your grief as you go to places where
once you were accompanied by those
who are gone now. Your troubles Will
follow you to the seashore, ana VIII
keep I'D with the lighting express In
which you speed away. Or. tarrying
az home, they will sit beside you oy
day, and whisper over your pillow
night after night. 1 want to assure
YOU that you are not left alone; and that
your weeping is heard in heaven. You
will
WANDER AMONG THE HILLS.
and say, "Up this hill, last year, our
boy climbed with great glee, and waved
his hat from the top" or, This Is tue
place where our little girl put flowers
in her hair, and looked up in her
mothers lace" until every drop OF
blood in your heart tingled with glad
ness and you thanked god with a thrill
OF rapture; and you look around as
much as TO say: "Who dashed out that
light? Who filed this cup with gall?
What blast frose up these fountains OF
the hearth" Some of you have lost
your parents within the last twelve
months. Their prayers for you are
ended You take up their picture, and
try TO call back the kindness that once
looked out from those old, wrlnKled
faces, and spoke in such tremulous
voice; aud you say it Is good
picture bot all the while you
feel that, after all, it does
not do Justice; and you would do almost
anything-you would cross the sea, you
would walk the earth Over-to hear just
one word from those lips that few
months ago used to call you by your
first name, though so long you yourself
have been a parent. Now, you have
done your best TO hide your grief. You
smile when you do not feel like 1t.
But though you may deceive the world,
God knows. He looks down upon the
empty cradle, upon the isolated nurse
~, upon the stricken home, and upon
the broken heart, and says: "This is
the way l threSh the wheat; this is the
way / Scour my jewels! Cast thy bur-
den on my arm and will sustain you.
All those tears have gathered into my
bother
But what Is the use of having so
many tears in Gods lachrymatory? In
that great casket or vase, why does
God preserve all your troubles?
Through all the ages Of eternity, what
use Of great collection Of tears? do
not know that they will be kept there
Tor ever. do not know but that in
some distant age Of heaven
AN ANGEL OF GOD
may look into the bottle and find it as
empty OF tears as the lachrymals OF
earthenware dug up from the ancient
city. Where have the tears gone TO?
What sprite OF hell hath been invading
Gods palace and hath robbed the lach-
rymatorieS? None. These were sane
titled sorrows, and those tears were
changed into pearls that are now set In
the crowns and robes Of the ranSomed.
walk up to examine this heavenly cor
onet, cleaning brighter than the sun,
and cry, From what river depths OF
heaven were those gems gathere d"and
a thousand voices reply, "These are
transmitted tears from Gods BOTTLE"
see sceptres Of light stretched down
from the throne of those who on earth
were trod on Of men, and In every scep-
tire point, and inlaid in every ivory stair
of golden throne, l behold an indescrib-
able rio hness and lustre, and cry,
From whence this streaming light
these flashing pearls?" and the voices
OF the elders before the throne, and Of
the martyrs under the altar, and OF the
hundred and forty and four thousand
radiant on the CLASSY sea, exclaim,
Transmitted tears from Gods bottle"
Let the ages Of heaven roll on-the
story Of earth's pomp and pride long
ago ended; the Koh-i-noor diamonds
that make kings proud, the precious
stones that adorned Persian tiara and
flannel in the robes of Babylonian pro-
cessions forgotten; the GolConda mines
charred in the last conflagration; but
firm as the everlasting hills, and pure
as the light that streams from the
throne, and bright as the eiyer that
flows from the eternal rock shall sparkle,
shall flame for ever these transmitted
TEARS OF GODS BOTTLE.
Meanwhile, let the empty lachryma-
tory OF heaven stand forever. Let no
hand touch it. Let no wing strike it.
Let no collision crack 1t. Purer than
beyrl or chrysoprasus. Let it stand on
the step of Johovah's throne and under
the arch of the unfading rainbow.
Passing down the corridors of the pal
ace, the redeemed Of earth shall glace
at IT, and think Of all the earthly
troubles from which they were deliv-
cred, and say. each to each, THAT is
what we heard Of on earth" THAT is
what the Psalmist spoke Of" "There
once were put our tears" THAT is
Gods bottle" And while standing
there inspecting this richest inland vase
Of heaven. the towers OF the palace
dome strike up this silvery'chime: God
kotb ,yiDad ouou oil taarS from all