Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1893-06-15

how aromatic Eden was the day she
left it, and John Rogers W i'll tell Of the
smart of the flame, and Elijah of tho
fiery team that wheeled him up the
sky-steeps, and Christ of the NUM- ness
and paroxysm and hemorrha9es of the
awful crucifxion. There they are be.
fore the throne of God. On one eleva-
ton all those who were struck of the
staff. On a 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 threshing it.
Oh! my hearers, is there not enough
salve in this text to make plaster
large enough to heal all your wounds?
When child is hurt, the mother is
soon feel better" And that is what
God says when he unbosoms all the
trouble in the hush of this great
promise. Weeping may endure for a
night, but joy cometh in the morning"
You may leave your pocket handker-
chief sopping wet with tears on your
death pillow, but we will go up alb
solutely sorrowless. They will wear
for them; palms for you.
You will say: 'Is it possible that 1
am here? Is this heaven? Am / so
pure now that will never do any thing
wrong? Am | SO well that | will never
again be sick? Are these companion
ships so firm that they will never gain
be broken? Is that Mary? Is that
John? Is that my loved one | put
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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 l thought when / 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
flame with the coming day"
Then the gates of heaven will be
opened, and the entranced soul, with
the acutenesS and power of the celes-
tial vision, will look ten thousands of
miles down upon the hammered pro-
cessions-a river of shimmering SPLEEN
dor-and will cry out: who are
they?" And the angel of God stand
ing close by, will say: Don't you
know who they are?" 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
tribulation, or threshing, 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 ana 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 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 grahdest
day of all the million ages of heaven.
You say: Are you sure you can tell
me?' Yes, can. 1t will BE- the day
we get there. Some say heaven is
growing more glorious. 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 En-
glish army upon Lucknow, India. A
few weeks before a massacre had oc,
Cured at Cawnpore, aud 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
in well. As the English army came
into Cawnpora they went into the
room; and oh, what a horrid scene.
! Sword strokes on the wall near the
floor, showing that the poor things
had croached when they died; and they
saw also that the floor was ankle deep
in blood. The soldiers walked on their
heels across it, les their shoes be SUBJ
merged of the carnage. And on that
floor of blo1d there We're flowing locks
of hair and fragments of dresses.
Out in Lucknow they heard of the
massacre, and the women were wait
: ing for the same awful death; waiting
amid angu, sh untold; waiting in pain
( and starvation, but waiting heroically
I when, one day. Havelocl6 and Outram
and No man aud Sir David Baird and
/ Peel, the heroes of the English army
N-huZza for them!-brolSe 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 blackened soldiers
on the other-r ght there, in front of
/ frt mt of the Kings palace, there was
I such a scene of handshaking, and en-
braciug, and bo,sterous joy as would
utterly confound the pen of the poet
and the pencil of the painter. And no
wonder, when these emaciated women,
who hal suffered SO heroically for
| Christ's sake, marched out from their
/ incarcerations, 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
women"
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 incar-
cerations of this world, streaming
with the wounds OF battle, and wan
with hunger; and while the hosts OF
God are cheering their great hosanna,
you will strike hands of congratula.
! ton 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 a
candle in every window-ah, no; for,
get, forget; they will have no needle
of the candle or of the sun, for tn
/ Lord God giveth them light, and they
shall reigr forever and ever, Hail
hail! sons and daughters of the Lord
! God Almighty.
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