The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1894-03-08

{ can not bear the overwhelming SYM
phony."
But / noticed as I was about to turn
away that on the steps of the altar was
something like the lachrymel or tear
bottle, as I had seen it in the earthly
museums, the lachrymais or tear-bot-
ties into which the orientals used to
weep their griefs and set them away as
sacred. But this lachrymal or tear
bottle, instead of earthenware as those
the oriental used, was lustrous and
fiery with many splendors, and it was
to Ee1ing and of great capacity. And
l said to my attending angel: What is
that great lachrymal or tear-bottle
sta lding on the steps of the altar?"
ana the angel said: "Why, dc you not
know? That is the bottle to which Da-
vid, the psalmiSt, referred to in his fif-
ty-sixth psalm, when he said: Put
thou my tears into thy bottle 1t is
full of tears from earth, tears of re-
pentance, tears of bereavement, tears
of Joy, tears of many centuries" And
then / saw how sacred to the sympa-
thetic God are earthly sorrows
AS was coming out of the temple
saw all along the pictured walls there
were shelves, and golden walls were be-
ing set up on all those shelves. And
said: why the setting up of those
walls at this time? They seem just
now to have been filied?" And the at
tending angel said: The week of
prayer all around the world has just
closed, and more supplications have
been made than have been made for
long while, and these new walls, newly
set up, are what the Bible speaks of
as golden Walls full odors, which are
the prayers of saints" And 1 said to
the accompanying angel: Can it be
possible that the prayers of earth are
worthy of being kept in such a heaven
ly shape?" "Why," said the angel,
there is nothing that so moves
Heaven as the prayers of earth, and
they are set up in sight of these in
finite multitudes. and. more than all, in
the sight of Christ, and He can not for
get them, and they are before Him
world without end"
Then we came out, and as the tenn
pie is always open, and some worship
at one hour and others at other hours,
we passed down the street amid the
throngs coming to ana going from the
great temple. And we passed along
through u street called Martyr place,
and we met there, or sitting at the
windows, the souls of those who on
earth went through fire and flood, and
under sword and rack. We saw John
Wickliffe, whose ashes were by decree
of the council of Constance thrown
into the river; and Rogers, who bathed
his hands in the fire as though it
had been water; and Bishop Hooper,
and McKail, and Latimer, and Ridley,
and Polycarp, whom the flames refused
to destroy as they bent outward till
spear did the work, and some of the
Albigenses, and Huguenots, and conse-
Grated Quakers who were slain for
their religion. They had on them
many scars. but their scars were il
lumed, and they had on their faces a
look of especial triumph.
Then we passed along Song Row,
and we met some Of the old
Gospel singers. THAT is Isaac
Watts" said my attendant. AS we
came up to him he asked me if the
churches on earth were still singing
the hymns he composed at the house
of Lord and Lady Abney, to whom he
paid visit of thirty-six years, and
told him thai many of the churches
opened their Sabbath morning with
his old hymn, "Welcome. Sweet Day
of Rest" and celebrated their Gospel
| triumphs with his hymn, salvation,
o the Joyful Song" and often reused
their devotiors by his hymn, Come We
that Love The Lord"
While we were talking he introduced
me to another of the song writer's, and
said: "This is Charles Wesley, who be-
longed on earth to different church
from mine, but we are all now mem
bers of the same church, the Temple of
God and the Lamb" And | told
Charles Wesley that almost every Sab
| bath we sang one of his old hymns:
"Arm of the Lord, Awake" or Come,
Let Us Join Our Friends;'' or Love
Divine, All Love EXcelling." And while
we were talking on that street called
Song Row, Kirk White, the consump-
tive college student, now everlasting
ly well, came up, and we talked over
his old Christmas hymn, when
Marshaled on the Nightly Plain" And
William Cowper came up, now entirely
recovered from his religious melan-
choly, and not looking as if he had
ever in dementia attempted suicide,
and we talked over the wide earthly
celebrity and heavenly power of his
old hymns, "When | Can Read NV
Title Clear" and There Is Fountain
Filled with Blood"
And there we met George w. Beth
une, of wondrous Brooklyn pastorate,
and l told him of how his comforting
hymn had been sung at obsequies all
around the world-"It Is Not Death to
Die" And Toplady came up and
asked about whether the church was
still making use of his old hymn:
Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me- And
we met also on Song Row Newton, and
Hastings, and Montgomery, and
Horatio Bonar, and we heard floating