Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1894-11-16
REV. DR. TALMAGE
Tn eminent Brooklyn Divine's Sun
day Sermon.
Subject: "Victory Over PAIN.

| How high rises the thermometer?" And an
not reasonable in asking, What are the
sanitary conditions OF the heavenly city into
which we all hope to NOV? My text an
sw9rs it by saying, "Neither shall there be
any more pain"
First. I remark. there will he no pain OIL
disappointment in heaven. If could put
the picture Of what you anticipated OF life
when YOU began it beside the picture oil
what you have realized, would find great
difference. You have stumbled upon great
Gisappoinlments Perhaps you expected
riches, and you have worked hard enough
to gain them; you have Planned and
worried an / persisted until your hands were
worn. and Your brain was racked. and Your
heart tainted, and at the end of this long
strife with misfortune you find that If you
have rot been positively defeated ii has been
drawn battle. Its still tug and tussle,
this year losing what you gained last,
financial uncertainties, pulling down faster
than you build. For perhaps twenty or
thirty years you have been running your
craft straight into the teeth OF the wind.
Perhaps YOU have had domestic disappoint-
ment. Your children, upon whose educa-
tiOn you Law she'd your hard earned dollars,
have not turned out rs expected Notwth-
standing all your counse's and prayers aud
painstaking they will not do right. Many
a good father has had bad boy. Absalon
tro1 on David's heart. That mother never
imagined all this as twenty or thirty years
ago she sat by that child's cradle.
Your life has been chapter of disap-
pontments. But come with me and will
Show you different scene. By Gods grace
entering the other city. you will never again
have blasted hope. The most jubilant of
expectations will not reach the realization.
Coming TO the top OF one bill OF JOY, there
will be other heights rising up in the vision.
This song of transport will but lift you TO
higher anthems, the sweetest choral but
prelude TO more tremendous harmony, all
things better than you had anticipated
robe richer, the crown brighter, the temple
granter, the throng migntier.
Further, remark, there will be no pain
o. WEAKNESS. 1t may be many hours since
you quit work, but many OF you are unrested,
some from oveTwork, and some from dull
ness Of trade, the latter more exhausting
than the former Your ankles ache, your
spirits flag. you want rest. Are these whess
always to turn. these shuttles to fly, these
axes to hew, these slovels 10 deve, these
pens o fly, thess books to be posted, these
goods 10 be sold?
Alb, the great holiday approaches. No
more curse OF taskmakers. No more stoop-
ing until the back aches. No more calcutta
ton until the brain is bewilierej. No more
pain. No more carpentry, for the mansions
are all tuilt No more masonry. for the
walls are all reared. No more diamond cu.-
ting. for the gems are ali set. No more gold
beating, for the croHns are all completed.
No more agriculture, for the harvests are
Spontaneous.
Further, there will be no more pain OF
poverty. 1t is a harl thing to be really
poor 10 have your coat wear out and no
money to get another; 10 have your -four
barrel empty and nothing to buy bread with
for your children to live in an unhealthy
row and no means 10 change your habita-
ton; to have your child sick with some
mysterious disease an ! not be able to secure
eminent medical ability; 10 have son or
daughter begin the world and YOU not have
anything TO help them IN starting, with
min capable Of research AMI high contem-
plation to be perp ,tualiy fixed on questions
o. mere livelihooj.
Poets try TO throw romance about tha
poor mans cot, but there is no romance
about ii. Poverty is hard cruel, unrelent.
ing. But Lazarus walked up without his
rags and his diseases, and so all of Christ's
poor wake up at last without any of their
disadysntages-no q mshouses, for they are
all princes; 10 lenis 10 pay, for the resi-
dence is gratuitous no garments to buy, for
the robes are divnply fashioned no seats in
church for poor folks, but equality among
temple worshipers no hoyes, no hard
crusts. no insufficient apparel "Fhey shall
hungerno more, neither Shall the sun light
on them nor any heat" No more pain
Further, there will be no pain Of parting.
AL these associations must some tins break
up. We clasp hands and walk together,
and talk and lau yh and weep together, but
we must after awhile separate. Your grav3
will be in one place, mine in another. W0
LOOK each other full in the face for the last
time. We Will be sitting together some even
ing, or walking together some day, and
nothing will be unusual in our appear
ance, or our conversation, but Col
knows that it is the last time, and
messengers from eternity on their errani TO
take US away know it is the last time, and in
heaven. where they make ready for our de-
parting spirits, they know it is the last time.
Oh, the long agony OF earthly separation
1t is awful to stand in your nursery fighting
death back from the couch of your child, and
try to hold fast the little one, and see all the
time that he is getting weaker, and the
breath IS shorter, and make QUERY 10 God
10 help us and 10 the doctors to save him,
and see it is OF no avail, and then to know
that his spirit is gone and that you have
nothing left but the casSet that held the
jewel, and that in two or three days you
must even Put that away AMI walk around
about the house and find it desolate, some
times feeling rebelious, and then to
resolve 10 feel differently ana TO re.
solve on self contro'. and Just as you
have come to what you think is perfect self
control 10 suddenly come upon some little
coat or picture or shoe half worn out and
how all the foods of the soul burst in ona
wild wall OF agony! On; my God, how hard
it is 10 part TO close the eyes that never can
look merry at our coming. 10 kiss the hant
that will never again do rs a Kindness. l
know religion gives great consolation in
such an hour. and We ought to be com'vrted,
but anyhow and anyway you make it it is
awu'.
On steamboat wharf and at rail car n
dow We may smile when we say farewell, but
these gOodbys at the deathbed-they just
take hold OF the heart with iron pincher5
and tear it out By tie roots until all the
fbsrs culver and curl in the torture and
drop thick blood. These separations are
wine presses, into which our hearts, like red
clusters, are thrown, ana taen trouble turns
the windlass round and round until we are
utterly crushed and have no more capacity
to suffer. AMI we stop crying because We
have wtpt all our tears.
On every street, Ga every doorstep, by
every couch, there have been partings, But
once past the heavenly portals, and you are
through with such scenes forever. In that
land there are many hand claspings AID en-
bracings. hut only in recognition. That
great home circle never breaks. Once tind
your comrades there, and you have them
forever. No Grape floats from the door of
that blissful residence. No cleft, hillside
where The deaf sleep. All awake, wide
awake, ana forever. No pushing out OF
emigrant ship for foreign shore. No tolling
OF bell rs the funeral passes. Whole genera
tions in glory Hand to hand, heart 10