News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1894-11-08

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 thClr pages
such words as annoyance, distress, "
"grief," bitterness, "heartache."
misery" "twinge," "pang," "tor-
ture, - "affliction, " anguish, " "tribu-
lation, 'wretchedness, "wOe." But
] have a glad sound for every hospital,
for every sickroom, for every lifelong
invalid, for every broken heart. "There
shall be no more pain" Thank God!
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 man S
check. Amid the multitude of sOngsters
not ono diseased throat. The first flash
of the throne will scatter the darkness
Of those who were born blind Sec, the
lame man leaps as a hart and the dumb
sing. From that bath of infinite delight
we shall step forth, our weeciness for
gotten. Who are those radiant ones?
Why, that one had his jaw shot off at
Fredericksburg; that one lost his eyes
hla~f. hot ko1 hiC
back broken by 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 a well day, and Edward
Payson, whose body was ever torn of
distress, and Richard Baxter, who pass
ed through untold physical torture. All
well. No more pain. Here, too, are the
Theban legion, a great host of 5000
put to the sword for Christ's sake. No
distortion ON their countenance. 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 Clavcrhouse ex-
changed for temple service, and the
presence of him who helped Hugh Lati-
mer out of the fire. All well. No more
pain.
I 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. l do not know that Solomon ever
heard on a hot day the ice click in an
ice pitcher, but he wrote as if he did
when he said GAS cold waters to a
thirsty soul, so is good news from a far
country"
Clambering among the Green noun
tains was tired and hot and thirsty,
and I shall not forget how refreshing it
was when, after awhile, heard the
mountain brook tumbling over the rocks.
I had no cup, no chalice, so 1 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! "The Lamb
which is in the midst of the throne
shall lead them unto living fountains
of water" do not offer it to you in q
chalice. To take this you must bend.
| Get down on your knees and on your
face, and drink out of this great foun-
tain of Gods consolation. "And, 10,
| heard voice from heaven, as the voice
| of many waters. +"