The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1894-11-14

back to the fortress and
said: "That place is q. perfect hell 7
Our photographers, aware of the inn
mense necessity OF having plenty OF
words to express the different shades
of trouble, have strewn over their pages
such words as annoyance" "''distress, y"
'grief," "bitterness," 'heartache, >
misery" 'twinge," "'pang," ""torture," :"
"aff1iction," anguish" "tribulation, y
"wretchedness," "woe." But have
glad sound for every hospital, for every
sick room, for every lifelong invalid,
for every broken heart. "There shall
be no more pain" Thank God! Thank
God!
No malarias float in the air. No
bruised foot treads Tat street. No
painful respiration. No hectic flush.
No one can drink of that healthful
fountain and keep faint-hearted or
faint-headed. He whose foot touches
that becometh an athlete. The first
kiss of that summer mir will take
the wrinkles from an old mans
cheek. Amid the multitude of song
sters, 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 a
hart, and the dumb sing. From that
bath of infinite delight we shall step
forth, our weariness forgotten.
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 q
fall fran the ships halyards; that one
died of gangrene in the. hospital. No
more pain. Sure enough, here is Rob-
ert Hall, who never before saw we'll
day. and Edward Payson, whose body
was ever torn OF distres, and Richard
Baxter, who passed through untold
physical torture. All well. No more
pain. Here, too IRE the Thebar
Legion, a great host of six thou.
sand six hundred and siEty-six
put to the sword Tor Christ's
sake. No distortion on their coun-
tenance. No fires to hurt them, or
floods to drown them, or racks to tear
them. All well. Here are the Scotch
Covenanters, none to hunt them now.
The dark cave and imprecations OF
Lord Claverhouse exchanged for temple
service, and the presence of Him who
helped Hugh Latimer out OF 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. 1 do not know that
Solomon ever heard on hot day the
ice click in the ice pitcher, but he
wrote as ffshe did when he said: "As
cold waters to thirsty soul, so is good
news from far country"
/ CIambering among the Green noun
tains was tired and hot and thirsty, and
Ishall not forget how refreshing twas
when, after awhile, heard the noun
tain brook tumbling over the rocks.
had no cup, no chalice, so I got down
on my knees and face to drink. Oh, ye
climbers on the journey, with cut feet
and parched tongues and fevered
temples, listen to the rumbling of sap
phire brooks amid lowered banks,
over golden shelvings. Listen! 1.-THE
Lamb which is in the midst of the
throne shall lead them into living
fountains of water" I do not offer it
to you in chalice. To take this you
must bend. Get down on your knees
and on your face, and drink out Of this
great fountain of Gods consolation.
"And 10! I heard voice from Heaven,
as the voice of many waters"