Connecticut western news., 1894-02-08


 I said: .'Why the setting up of those vials at this timer They seem just now to have been filled," and the attending angel said, "The week of prayer all around the earth has just closed, and more applications have been made than have been made for a long while, and these new vials, newly set up, are what the Bible speaks of as golden vials full of odors, which are the prayers of saints" And I said to the angel, Can it be possi- ble that the prayers of earth are worthy of being kept in such heavenly shapef" Why" said the angel, there is noth- ing that so moves heaven as the prayers of earth, and they are set up in sight of these infinite multitudes, and, more than all, in the sight of Christ, and he cannot forget them, and they are before him world without end"
 THE GREAT CHRISTIAN SEEN.
 Then we came out, and as the temple is always open and some worship at one hour and others at other hours we passed down the street amid the throngs coming to and going from the great tenn pie. And we passed along through street called Martyr place, and we met there, or saw sitting at the windows, the souls of those who on earth went through fire and blood and under sword and rack. We saw John Wyclif, whose ashes were by decree of the coun- cil 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 consecrated Quakers who were slain for their religion. They had on them many scars, but their scars were illumined, and they had on their faces 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 attend ant. 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 88 years, and l told him that many of the churches opened their Sabbath morning services with his old hymn, Welcome, Sweet Day of Rest, and celebrated their gos- pei triumphs with his hymn, "Salva- ton, Oh, the Joyful Songl" and often reused their devotions by his hymn, Come. We That Love the Lord.'
 While we were talking he introduced me to another of the song writers 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 1 told Charles Wesley that almost every Sab bath we sang one of his old hymns, Arm of the Lord, Awakei" or, "Come, Let Us Join Our Friends Above" or, Love Divine, All Love Excelling." And while we were talking on that street called Song row Kirk White, the con- ,umptive college student, now everlast- ingly well, came up, and we talked over his old Christmas hymn, When Mar shaled on the Nightly Plain" And William Cowper came up, now entirely recovered from his religious melancholy and not looking as if he had ever in de- mentia attempted suicide, and we talked over the wide earthly celebrity and heavenly power of his old hymns, When Can Read My Title Clear, and "There Is Fountain Filled With Blood"
 And there we met George W. Be thune of wondrous Brooklyn pastorate, and I 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 mak- ing use of his old hymn, Rock of Ages, Cleft For Me. And we met also on Song row Newton and Hastings and Mont yomery and Horatio Bonar, and we heard floating from window to window snatches of the old hymns which they started on earth and started never to die.
 "But," say some of my hearers, "did you see anything of our friends In heaven2" Oh, yes, did. Ibid you see my children there?" says some one, and are there any marks of their last sickness still upon themr" l did see them, but there was no pallor, no cough, no fever, no languor, about them. They are all we'll and ruddy and songful and bounding with eternal mirth. They told mo to give their love to you; that they thought of you hour by hour, and that when they could be excused from the heavenly playgrounds they came down, and lowered over you, and kissed your cheek. and filled your dream with their glad faces, and that they would be at the gate to greet you when you ascended to be with them forever.
 But" say other voices, "did you see our glorified friendsi' Yes, l saw them, and they are we'll in the land across which no pneumonias or palsies or dropsies or typhoids ever sweep. The aroma blows over from orchards with trees bearing 12 manner of fruits, and gardens compared with which Chats worth is desert. The climate is . mingling of an earthly June and Octo- ber-the balm of the one and the tonic OI sn6 OlneI. The bOClhl llI6 III tndt realm where they are IS superb and per feet. No controversies or jealousies or hates, but love, universal love, ever lasting love. And they told me to tell you not to weep for them, for their hap piness knows no bound, and it is only g question of time when you shall reign with them in the same palace and join with them In the same exploration of planets and the same tour of worlds.
 But yonder in this assembly is an up turned face that seems to ask how about the ages of those in heaven. "Do my departed children remain children, ol
 have they lost their childish vivacityi
 Do my departed parents remain aged, or have they lost the venerable out oi their nature2" We'll, from what saw I think childhood has advanced to full
 maturity of faculty, retaining all the
 residence of childhood, and that the
 aged had retreated to midlife, freed
 from all decadence, but still retaining
 the charm of the venerable. In othel
 words, it was fully developed and com
 plete life of all souls, whether young o1