The Sussex Republican., 1894-11-10

| hHiNbIbui. tH6 lTuplCdl SUNS lnab S10Ote.
Add 1t up, gather it into one line, com.
press it into one word, spell ii in one
syllable, Nlank il in one chain, pour il
out in one groan, distill2it into one tear.
Aye, the world has writhed in @, 00O
years of suffering. Why doubt the pos
sibility of future world of suffering
when we see the tortures that have been
inflicted in thisp A deserter from Seyas-
topol, coming over to the amy of the
allies, pointed back to the fortress and
said, 'That place is perfect hell. %
Our photographers, aware of the i'm
mense necessity of having plenty of
words to express the different shades of
trouble, have strewn over their pages
such words as annoyance, " distress, +"
"grief," bitterness" ''heartache, 4"
"misery," ''twinge," "pang," "tor-
ture, 4" "afiliction, " anguish, " "tribu-
lation, "wretchedness, " "woe. But
| have glad sound for every hospital,
for every sickroom, for every lifelong
invalid, for every broken heart. "There
shall be no more pain. Thank Godl
Thank God
Recognition.
No malarias float In the air. No
bruised foot treads that street. No wea-
ry arm. No painful respiration. No
hectic flush. No one can drink of that
healthy fountain and keep faint hearted
or faint headed. He whose foot touches
that pavement becometh an athlete
The first kiss of that summer air will
take the wrinkles from the old mans
cheek. Amid the multitude of songsters
not one diseased throat. The first flash
Of the throne will scatter the darkness
of those who were born blind. See, the
lame man leaps as hart and the dumb
sing. From that bath of infinite delight
we shall step forth, our weariness for
gotten. Who are those radiant ones?
Why, that one had his jaw shot off at
Fredericksburg; that one lost his eyes
in powder blast; that one had his
back broken by a fall from the ships
halyards; that one died of gangrene in
the hospital. No more pain. Sure
enough, here is Robert Hall, who never
before saw well day, and Edward
Payson, whose body was ever torn of
distress, and Richard Baxter, who pass
ed through untold physical torture. All
we'll. No more pain. Here, too, are the
Theban legion, great host of 9, 666
put to the sword for Christ's sake. No
distortion on their countenance. No
fires to hurt them, OF floods to drown
them, OF racks to tear them. All we'll.
Here are the Scotch Covenanters, none
to hunt them now. The dark cave and |
of Lord Claverhouse ex-
changed for temple service, and the |
presence of him who helped Hugh Lati-
mer out of the fire All well. No more
pain.
set open the door of heaven until |
there blows on you this refreshing
breeze. The fountains of God have made
it cool, and the gardens have made it
sweet. do not know that Solomon ever
heard on hot day the ice click in an
Ice pitcher, but he wrote as il he did
when he said, "As cold waters to
thirsty soul, SO is good news FROM far
country.
Clambering among the Green noun
tains was tired and hot and thirsty,
and shall not forget how refreshing it
was when, after awhile, l heard the
brook tumbling over the rocks
had no cup, no chalice, so / got down
IN my knees and face to drink. Oh,
70 climbers on the journey, with cut
eet and parohed tongues and fevered
emples, listen to the rumbling of sap
,hire brooks, amid flowered banks, over
GOLDEN shelvings. Listenl "The Lamb
which is i'll the midst of the throne
hall lead them unto living fountains
II water. =" | do not offer it to You in
halice. To take this you must bend
Jet down on your knees and ON your
ace, and drink out of this great foun-
ain of Gods consolation. "And, 10,
eard voice from heaven. as the voice
4 many waters.