News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1893-06-15

ami Eve VIII tell now 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
highest elevation, and amid the highest
attitudes of heaven, all those who were
under the wheel. He will not ever be
thrashing it.
Oh, my hearers, is there not enough
salve in this text to make a plaster large
enough to heal all your wounds? When
a child is hurt, the mother is very apt to
say to it, CHOW, it will soon feel better"
And that is what God says when he I'M
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: us it possible that am
here? Is this heaven? Am I so pure now
will never do anything wrong? Am I
so we'll that l will never again be sick?
Are these companionships SO firm that
they will never again be 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 ra
diant they are! Look at them! How ra-
diant they are!
"Why, how unlike this place is from
what l thought when 1 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 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 they:" And the an
gel 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: 81
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 l could administer some of
these drops of celestial anodyne to those
nervous and 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 awhile
all this sorrow and all this trouble. We
shall have a great many grand days in
heaven, but l will tell you which will be
the grandest day of all the million ages
of heaven. You say, care you sure you
can tell me?" Yes, I can. 1t will be the
day we get there. Some say heaven is
growing more glorious. I suppose it is,
but l do not care much about that.
Heaven now is good enough for me.
History has Iso more gratulatory
scene than the breaking in of the Eng
lish army upon Lucknow, India. A
few weeks before a massacre had occur
red at CawEpore, and 260 women and
children had been put in a room. Then
five 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 horlid scene! Sword strokes
on the wall near the floor, showing that
the poor things had crouched when they
died, and they sac also that the floor
was ankle deep in blood. The soldiers
walked on their heels across it lest thei1
shoes be submerged of the carnage.
And ON that 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 wait
ing for the same awful death, waiting
amid anguish untold, waiting in pain
and starvation, but waiting heroically,
when one day Havelock and Outram 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 sid
and from the travel worn and powder
IL I IL L
there in front of the kings palace there
was such a scene of handshaking and
embracing and boisterOus joy as would
utterly confound the pen of the poet and
the pencil of the painter.
And no wonder, when these emaciated
women, who had suffered so heroically
for Christ's sake, marched out from thei
incarcerations one wounded English sol
der 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 womenw
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 incarcerations 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 con.
graduation and eternal deliverance in
the presence of the throne. On that
night there will be bonfres on every hill
of heaven, and there will be illumination
in every palace, and there will be can
die in every window. All, no; I forget,
| forget. They will have no need of the
candle or of the sun, for the Lord God
giveth them light, and they shall reign
forever and ever. Hail, hail, sons and
daughters of the Lord God Almighty!
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