The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1893-06-16

leviathan. and Paul the elmwood WHIPS
with which he was scour-ed, and Eve
will tell how aromatic Eden was the
day she left it. and John Rogers will
tell of the smart of the flame, and Eli
jah of the fiery team that wheeled MN
up the sky-steeps. and Christ u the
numbness and paroxism and hemor-
rhapes 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 high
est attitudes of Heaven. all those who
were under the wheel He will not
ever be threshing it
Oh. nv hearers, is there not enough
salve in this text to make plaster
large enough to heal all your wounds?
When a child is hurt. the mother is very
apt to say to it: Now, it will soon feel
better" And that is what God says
when He unbosoms all the trouble In
the hush of this great promise: Weep
ing may endure for a night, but JOY
cometh in the morning.
You will say: us it possible l am
here? Is this Heaven? Am so pure
now will never do anything wrong?
Am so well that will never again be
sick? Are these comprehensive so
firm that they will never again re
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 dying? Oh. how radiant
they are. Look at them How radiant
they are.
why. how unlike this place is from
what thought when l 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. no. 1t is sun
rise. Glorious sunrise. see the light
now purpling the hills, and the clouds
aflame with the coming day.
Then the gates of Heaven will he
opened. and the entranced soul. with
the acuteness and the power of the ce-
lestial vision, will look ten thousands
of miles down upon the hammered pro-
cession-a river Of shimmering spiendor
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. Il cannot guess who they are.
The angel will say: Il will tell you.
then, who they are. These are they
who come out of great tribulation, or
threshing. and had their robes washed
and made white in the blood OF the
Lamb"
Oh. that l 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 a while, all this sorrow and all
| this trouble. We shall have 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. l can. 1t will be the day we get
there. Some say Heaven is growing
more glorious. l suppose it is: but l dc
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 chill
dren had been put in room. Then
five professional butchers went in and
I,x~l Of
slain were taken out and thrown into
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 floor
showing that the poor things hat
crouched when they died: and they alst
saw that the floor was ankle deep IL
blood. The soldiers walked on their
heels across it. lest their shoes be sub
merged of the carnage. And on that
floor of blood there were flowing lock:
of hair and fragments of dresses.
Out in Lucknow they had heard o
the massacre and the women were
waiting for the same awful death
waiting amid anguish untold: waiting
. in pain and starvation, but waiting he
roically-when. one day. Havelock ant
Outram and Norman and Sir Davi'
Beard and Peel. the heroes of the I'm
| glish army. broke in on that horri'
. scene: and while yet the guns wer
, sounding and while cheers We're issuin.
/ from the starving, dying people Oh
the one side and from the travel-worl
and powder blackened soldiers on tn
other-right there, in front of tn
, kings palace. there was such seem
: of handshaking and embracing AM
boisterous joy as would utterly con
| found the pen of the poet and the pen
Gil of the painter. And no wonder
| when these emanciated women. VIII
had suffered so heroically for Christ
5 sake. marched out from their incarcera
: ton. one wounded English soldier go
| up in his fatigue and wounds an
threw his cap up and shouted, ''thre
: cheers, my boys, for the brave women!
Oh! that was an exciting scene. Blu
a gladder and more triumphant seen
> will it be when YOU come up into HeaS
en- from the conflicts and Incarceration
Z of this world. streaming with tn,