Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1894-09-08

burn, the light OF the stars may be bloWn
out by the blast Of che Judgment hurri.
cane, but life and death. things present
and things to come. are mine Yea.
further than that, IL means peaceful
death, Mrs. Hemans. Mrs sigourneyi
DR.. Young and almost all the poets
have said handsome things about death
There Is nothing beautiful about 1t
When we stand by the white and rigid
features of those whom we love, and
they give no answering pressure OF the
hand and no returning kiss Of the lip,
we do not want anybody poetizing round
about u.s. Death Is loathsomeness and
midnight and the wringing of the heart
until the tendrils snap and CURL In the
torture unless Christ shall be with Us.
confess to you an infinite fear. con-
suming horror of death unless Christ
shall be with me- would rather go
down into cave of wild beasts or
Jungle of reptiles than into the grave
unless Christ goes with me. Will you
tell me that am to be carried out from
my bright home and put away i'll the
darkness2 cannot bear darkness At
the first coming of the evening I must
have the gas lighted, and the farther on
In life get the more / like to have my
friends round about me.
Fearless of Death.
And am I to be put off for thousands
of years in dark place, with 10 one TO
speak tor When the holidays come and
the gifts are distributed, shall add no
10Y to the Merry Christina" or the
Happy New Year," All, do not point
down to the hole in the ground, the
grave, and call it beautiful place. I'm
less there be some supernatural illuml-
nation / shudder back from it. My
whole nature revolts at it. But now this
glorious lamp is lifted above the grave,
and all the darkness is gone, and the
way is clear. l look into 1t now without
a single shudder Now my anxiety is
not about death; my anxiety is that l
may live Alright.
What power is there i'll anything TO
chill me in the last hour if Christ wraps
around me the skirt Of his own gar
ment2 What darkness can fall upon my
eyelids then, amid the heavenly day
break? 0 death, will not fear thee
then. Back to thy cavern of darkness,
thou robber of all the earth. Fly, thou
despoiler of families With this battleax
l hew thee in twain from helmet to
sandal, the voice of Christ sounding all
over the earth and through the heavens:
20 death, 1 will be thy plague. y
grave, will be thy destruction.
To be saved Is to wake up in the pres
ence of Christ You know when Jesus
was upon the earth how happy ne made
every house he went into, and when he
brings us up to his house in heaven how
great shall be our gleel His voice has
more music in it than ihto be heard III
all the oratorios Of eternity Talk not
about banks dashed with efaorescenee.
Jesus is the chief bloom Of heaven. We
shall see the very face that beamed
sympathy In Bethany and take the very
hand that dropped Its blood from the
short beam of the cross. Oh, i want tt
stand in eternity with him Toward
that harbor steer. Toward that goal
run. shall be satisfied when l awake
inahis likeness.
l. z-.sas,ori fed I'M Heeyen.
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i0h, broken hearted men and women
how sweet it will be in that good lane
to pour all of your hardships and be
reayements and losses into the loving
ear of Christ and then have him explain
why it was best for you to be sick, anc
why it was best for you to be widowed
and why it was best for you to be per
secuted, and why 1t was best for you tt
be tried and have him point to an ele
walton proportionate to your disquietudt
here, saying, "You suffered with me OIL
earth; come up now and be glorifed with
me in heaven.
Some one went into house where
there had been a good deal of trouble
and said to the woman there, "Y OF
seem to be lonely Eyes, she said
II am lonely" ''How many in the fam
ilyp" "Only myself. " Have you had
any children" II had seven children. "
Where are theyi' "Gone F." "All
gomez" "All." "All dead?" "All. u
Then she breathed long sigh into the
loneliness and said, ooh, sir, have
been good mother to the grave. y
And so there are hearts here that are
utterly broken down by the bereave
ments of life point you today to the
eternal balm of heaven. Oh, aged mel
and women who have knelt at the
throne of grace for threescore year!
and ten will not your decrepitud'
change for the leap Of heart when yot
come to look face to face upon hin
whom having not seen you love? Oh,
that will be the Good Shepherd, no
out in the night and watching to keel
off the wolves, but with the lamb re
clining on the sunlit hill. That will bt
the Captain of our salvation, not amlt
the roar and crash and boom Of battle
but amid his disbanded troops keepin!
victorious festivity. That will be thu
Bridegroom of the church coming from
afar, the bride leaning upon his am
while he looks down into her face ant
says: Behold, thou art fair, my love
Behold, thou art fairl'
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