The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1893-06-14

II cannot guess who they are" Tile
angel will say; 81 will tell you, then,
who they are. These are they who
came out of great tribulation, or thresh-
ing, 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. 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 awhile, all this sorrow and all
this trouble. We shall have greGt
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, 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
English army upon Lucknow, India.
A few weeks before massacre had
occurred at Cawnpore, and two hun
dred and sixty women and children
had been put in room. Then i've
professional butchers went in and slew
them. Then the bodies of the slain
were taken out and thrown into .
well. 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 had
been 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 the
floor of blood there were flowing 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; wait
ing amid anguish untold; waiting in
pain and starvation, but waiting heroic
ally-when, one day, Havelock, and
0utram, 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-black'
ened soldiers on the other-right there,
In front of the kings palace, there was
such scene of handshaking, and EN-
bracing, and boisterous joy as would
utterly confound the pen Of the poet
and the pencil of the painter. And nc
wonder, when these emaciated women
who had suffered so heroically fol
Christ's sake, marched out from theil
incarcerations, one wounded English
soldier got up in his fatigue anC
wounds, and leaned against the wall
and threw his cap up and shouted
"Three cheers, my boys, for the brav'
womenp
Oh! that was an exciting scene. Bu
a gladder and more triumphant seem
will it be when you come up int
; Heaven from the conflicts and incaI
cerations Of this world, streaming witt
the wounds of battle, and wan wit
hunger; and while the hosts of God ar
cheering their great hosanna, you vii
: strike hands of congratulation an
eternal deliverance in the presence 0
|, the throne. On that night there vii
be bonfires on every hill of HEAVIER
2 and there will be illumination in ever
palace, and there will be a candle
every window-ah, no; forget, fol
get; they will have no need OF tn
candle or of the sun, for the Lord Go
giveth them light, and they shall reig
forever and ever. Hail! hail! sons an
!! dauohters of the Lord God Almighty