Democratic messenger., 1894-11-10
lilies. pointed back to the fortress and


said. That place is . perfect hell. -"
Our photographers. aware Of the i'm.
mcnse necessity If having plenty of
words to express the different shades uf
trouble. have strewn over their pages
such words as annoyance. distress,
grief. bitterness ''heartachc,
misery, ''twinge. ''pang. tor
ture. y 'affliction, anguish, ..tribu-
lation, 'wretchedness. = woe But
have 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 NJ
bruised font trcad> that street. No wea-
~ arm. NJ painful respiration. No
hectic flush. No one can drink of that
healthy fountain aud keep faint hearted
or faint headed. He whose foot touches
thar pavement becometh an athlete.
The first kiss of that summer air will
take the wrinkles from the old man 5
cheek. Amid the multitude of songsters
not one diseased threat. The first fash
of the throne will scatter the darkness
of thosc who Were born blind. See, the
lame man leaps ~ - hart and the dumb
sing. From that bath of infinite delight
We shall step forth, our weariness for
gotten. Who are those radiant ones:
Why, that one had his jaw shot of at
fredericksburg; that one lost his eyes
i'll u powder blast; that one had his
back broken by u fall from the ships
halyar,ls; that one died of Sangrenc in
the hospital. No more pain. Sure
enough. here Is Robert Hall. who never
before saw 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, - great host of q. 6i6
put To the sword for Christ's sake No
distortion OH their countenance. No
fires to hurt them, or floods To drown
them. or racks to tear them. All well.
Here are the Scotch Coyenanters, none
to hunt them now The dark cave and
imprecations of Lord Claverhouse cx-
changed for temple service, and the
presence of him who helped Hugh Lati-
mcr out of the fire All we'll No more
pain.
set open the door of heaven until
there blows on you this refreshing
breeze. The fountains of God have made
il cool, and the gardens have made il
sweet. do not know that Solomon ever
heard OH a hot day the ice click in an
ice pitcher, but he wrote rs if he did
when he said. "As cold waters to a
thirsty soul. so is good news from far
country
Clambering among the Green noun
tains l was tired and hot and thirsty.
and shall not forget how refreshing il
was when, after awhile, heard the
mountain brook tumbling over the rocks.
had no cup, no chalice. so got down
OIL my knees and face to drink. Oh,
We climbers OH the journey, with cut
feet and parched tongues and fevered
temples, listen to the rumbling of sap
phire brooks, amid fiowercd banks. over
golden shelvings. Listen! The Lamb
which is i'll the midst of the throne
shall lead them unto living fountains
of water. do not offer it to you in Il
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