The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1894-02-09

uOl Dedr lu6 ONerWHelInlnS symphony.
But noticed as l was about to turr
away that on the steps of the altar wal
something like the lachyrmal, or teal
bottle, as had seen it in the earthly
museums, the lachrymals, or tear bottles
into which the orientals used to weeI
their griefs and set them away as sacred
But this lachyrmal, or tear bottle, in
stead of earthenware, as those the orr
entails used, was lustrous and fiery with
many splendors, and it was towering
and of great capacity. And said to my
attending angel, "What is that great
lachrymal, or tear bottle, standing on
the step of the ALTAR" and the angel
said: "Why, don't you know? That is
the bottle to which David, the psalmist,
referred In this flfty-sixth psalm when
he said, Put thou my tears into thy
bottle. 1t is full of tears from earth
tears Of repentance, tears of bereave-
ment, tears of joy, tears of many cen
turtles" And then / saw how sacred to
the sympathetic God are earthly sor-
rows.
AS was coming out of the temple
saw all along the pictured walls there
were shelves, and golden walls were
being set up on all those shelves. And
l said: "Why the setting up Of those
walls at this time? They seem just now
to have been filed" and the attending
angel said, 1.-THE week of prayer all
around the earth 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 of odors, which are the
prayers Of saints" And said to the
accompanying angel, Can it be posi-
BILE that the prayers of earth are worthy
of being kept in such heavenly shape?"
why" said the angel, there is moth
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 a
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-
ell 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 |
hey bent outward till a spear did the |
work, and some of the Albigenses and
1uguenots and consecrated Quakers
Who were slain for their religion. They
lad on them many scars, but theirscars
we're illumined, and they had on their
aces a look IF especial triumph.
Then we passed along Song row, and
We met some of the old gospel singers.
That is Isaac Watts. " said my attend.
mt. AS we came up to him, he asked
ne if the churches on earth were still
inging the hymns he composed at the
ouse of Lord and Lady Abney, to
whom he paid a visit of SO years, and
old him that many of the churches
pened their Sabbath morning services
With his old hymn, Welcome, Sweet
Jay of Rest, " and celebrated their Cos
eel triumphs with his hymn, "Salva-
ion, Oh, the Joyful Song!' and often
oused their devotions by his hymn,
Come, We That Love the Lord"
While we were talking he introduced
le to another of the song writers and
aid, This is Charles Wesley, who be-
0nged on earth to different church
rom mine, but we are all now men,
ers of the same church, the temple of
rod and the Lamb" And I told
harles Wesley that almost every Sab
ath we sang one of his old hymns, Arm
the Lord, Awakel" or, Come, Let
IS Join Our Friends Above!' or, Love
'lvine, All Love Excelling." And
lille we were talking on that street .
illed Song row Kirk White, the con-
lmptive college student, now everlast-
lgly WELL came up, and we talked over ,
IS old Christmas hymn, when Mar
laled on the Nightly Plain. ~ And ,
lillian Cowper came up, now entirely :
covered from his religious melancholy :
I'd not looking as if he had ever in de- a
entia attempted suicide, and we talked
Ter the wide earthly celebrity and 7
'avenly power of his old hymns. 5
When Can Read My Title Clear, a
I'd There Is a Fountain Filled With b
Iood." h
And there we met George w. Be y
une of wondrous Brooklyn pastorate. q
ID told him of how his comforting n
mn had been sung at obsequies ali Il
ound the world-''It Is Not Death 10 n
e." And Toplady came up and asked b
out whether the church was still max D
g use of his old hymn, - Rock of Ages, H
eft For Me. And we met also on Song },
W Newton and Hastings and Mont Il
merry and Horatio Bonar and we u
ard floating from window to window h
atches of the old hymns which they e
Irted on earth and started never to die.